Chapter 1

Lucy Whiston lay in the road. She couldn't quite remember how or why she was in the road but it was obvious from the hard cold surface and the traffic roaring by only a few feet from her head, that she was. Over the cacophony of road noise, she could also hear someone talking to her.

"Can you hear me? Don't try to move, lay quite still. Have you got any pain?" Lucy slowly opened her eyes and slowly focussed on the young woman crouching over her. She had a concerned yet friendly look on her face. "You've had an accident, been knocked off your bike. Don't worry, you're in good hands, just lie still for me sweetheart." Lucy felt the woman's hands roaming her body, up and down, under her head and back. "What's your name sweetheart?" Lucy tried to raise her head.

"No keep still for me, just stay still, you're in no danger. Can you tell me your name?"

Lucy lowered her head. "Lucy. Lucy Whiston. What's happened?"

"Hello Lucy. I'm Pauline, I'm a paramedic. I'm afraid you've had a tumble from your bike and had a knock to your head." It started to come back to her now, like the light of dawn filtering through lace curtains. She'd been happily cycling around Hammersmith Broadway on her way home to her flat and Benji her ginger cat, and then nothing.

"It hurts, my ankle. It hurts."

"OK sweety, let me have a look." Lucy felt a sharp pain shoot up her leg as Pauline lifted her foot.

"Sorry about that. It might be broken. We'll get you in the ambulance and whisk you off to hospital. Let the doctors have a look at you."

Pauline and her colleague slid a backboard under her to keep her spine in line and stop her from moving and a red blanket was thrown over her. A black and red rucksack lay propped against some nearby railings, Pauline guessing this belonged to Lucy, grabbed it and showed it to the casualty.

"This yours sweetie?"

Lucy nodded and Pauline placed the bag in the ambulance.

Then Lucy was hoisted aloft and slid in to the back of the ambulance and Pauline stayed in the back with her while her male partner drove.

Pauline chatted to her all the way to the hospital and did her utmost to keep her spirits up but the throbbing from her ankle managed to overcome Pauline's best efforts. As she sat by her side, patting her hand and trying to reassure her patient, Pauline surveyed the young woman lying beside her. Lucy, she thought was probably in her early twenties. Rather short, about five one or two at the most and somewhat overweight. Under the thickly woven red blanket, it was difficult to see her shape but Pauline had already noticed Lucy's boobs.

They were large, very large. Lucy also had a large arse to go with them. She and her colleague, Kevin, had had a bit of a struggle lifting her in to the ambulance. Lucy was no lightweight. Despite the pain registering on her face, Pauline thought Lucy to be quite pretty, her shoulder length brown hair making a natural frame to her cute features.

Lucy looked at her, "What about my bike?" Pauline patted her hand again. "Don't worry, the police have your address, we looked in your purse. They'll look after it and get it back to you later. It's all OK, nothing bent or broken. Hopefully we can say the same about you. The Police are having a word with the van driver who hit you."

Even with the pain in her ankle, Lucy managed a smile, a smile that melted Pauline's heart.

At the hospital, it was all clinical efficiency. Lucy was carried from the ambulance bay in to the Accident and Emergency wards. There, she was placed on a bed and a swarm of medics surrounded her. Lucy thought that this was a bit OTT for a possibly broken ankle, but it was because she had lost consciousness that the doctors were concerned. After a thorough examination, X-rays and being probed and questioned, Lucy was finally left to rest. The X-ray of her ankle showed no broken bones, it was a nasty sprain injury, nothing more. Now, Lucy lay in a curtained cubicle, her clothes removed and wearing a flimsy white cotton gown. Despite her near nakedness the A&E ward was warm and she felt comfortably cosy in her little room. As she lay semi-dozing, the throbbing in her ankle subdued by painkillers, she heard a voice call from outside. "Knock knock, anyone at home?"

Slightly confused, Lucy "Hello?" The curtain parted and Pauline came in, closing the drapes behind her.

'Hi Lucy. Thought I'd just stop by and check on you before I go off duty. Are you OK?" Lucy smiled, that lovely smile that Pauline liked so much.

"Yes I'm fine thanks to you. Nothing broken."

"Yes I've had a word with the docs. They're happy enough for you to go home tomorrow. They want to keep you in overnight for observation, make sure that bang on the head didn't dislodge too many screws." Again Pauline was treated to one of Lucy's captivating smiles. Pauline's gaze was soon travelling down from Lucy's smiling face, the thin cotton gown was far more revealing of Lucy's body than when she'd been fully clothed. The rise in the gown where her huge boobs were nestled on her moving chest, gave evidence of their size and shape. Lucy's nipples were poking up through the material. Pauline's level of arousal went up a point or two.

"I see they've strapped your ankle. Is it still painful?"

"No it's OK thanks, Pauline. It's a lot better." Pauline smiled at Lucy's use of her name. Not only had she remembered it, but she'd also just used it and in doing so had moved a to level of familiarity that pleased and encouraged her.