Caught Between Heaven and Hell

[TheScarletBlade]

(( this is the Paranormal nurses thread Idea for those of you who are a part of it,just changed the name a little bit. Enjoy the introduction and jump right in,you know who you are))

Iraq was hot as hell. If it wasn't hell itself or what hell was modeled after when someone decided to sit down and write the bible,it was definitely in the same area code. Al Anbar was the 9th level of hell,the worst hot bed of insurgent activity and the last bastion of their attempt to over throw the now forming Iraqi government and the western infidels who were invading their country. It was funny how they considered us the infidels when they were the ones wiping their asses with their hands and couldn't find electricity to power a house. It seemed like all there was in Iraq was the two big G's: Goats and Guns. Iraq was full of a hundred million randomly stashed Ak-47's that slipped into the country after being bought by Russia. It was also full of foreign fighters that flocked from every section of the world to come fight America's military on their soil,they called it a Jihad.

The Marines of the First Marine Division had taken over control of the Al Anbar province for the 82nd Airbourne Division right as things got bad in Fallujah. It had been 2 years since Operation Phantom Fury and still things were bad as hell out here in this desert. So, members of Second Battalion,Fifth Marines, the most decorated infantry battalion in the entire marine corps, were now out in the desert looking for a fight,each time they met the enemy with the tenacious,intrepid fighting spirit of the US marines who laid it all on the lie for their brothers,their country and their Corps. So it was no surprise to have Marines of 2/5's echo company out on patrol in the middle of no where on their way to god knows where looking for a undetermined amount of enemies in undetermined locations. Like bait to a fish,they hoped their high presence would draw their enemies out,like a Moth to the Flame is what the commanding General had said when he released his new orders on how the insurgency should be fought.

Lance Corporal Short was just your average marine. He was kind of a geeky kid in high school that was just naturally athletic but never played any sports. He was patriotic since he was raised by a Marine for a father so when he could enlist at the age of 17,he had decided to wear the uniform and now 2 years after taking that first step into boot camp,he was in Al Anbar of all places. A trained Machine Gunner and a pretty decent,hard working guy,he wasn't all to much like the other more brash and brazen Marines of his company,he was more polite,guarded and had a strange notion about honor that others couldn't really associate with in this world of thug life: drinking,drugs and easy women. Sitting in the passenger side of his humvee,he looked with tired eyes out at the same sight: endless rolling desert and this half built road that led them to go knows where. Sighing,he missed his home and really wanted to get back to see his father and his brother, but he also wanted to rush back and choke that cheating bitch of an ex. He still carried her letter in his breast pocket, reading the damning words every day,feeling worse about himself every passing minute.

No one saw it coming but everyone knew it was coming,it was the whole point of being out there in the first place. The lead truck was about to make a left turn on the road when it was suddenly reduced to nothing,the vechile was nothing more than a twisted,burning hulk of metal and flame as a set of 155 arty shells detonated in the ground,an IED ambush set for the marines. The whole patrol became one mess of screeching wheels, machine guns roaring to life on top of every humvee. "CONTACT LEFT!!!!" the scream was cried out suddenly small arms from the enemy began to come in,the rat tat tat of their guns spewing rounds down on the marines,the lethal bullets slamming against the armor of their humvees and bullet proof glass. Their surprise is not total though as the quick thinking marines all began to jump out of their humvees and get online, machine guns sending heavy fire power down range as the men with rifles on the ground sent accurate shots toward the enemy,preparing to rush the enemy: Marines brought the fight to the enemy, even if they were crawling on their hands and knees to get it,thats why they got the term Devil Dogs from the Germans because they were like the hounds of hell.

Lance Corporal Short kicked open the heavy door of the humvee,the armor plating and the thick bullet proof glass in the tiny window made it hard to move so he had to strain against it to kick it open as suddenly a RPG screeched out of a launcher up the hill,the rocket spinning and swirling through the air,screaming like a banshee until it the humvee in front of him,sending it up in flames as the rocket pierced the armor and then blew it to bits,the gunner on top frying instantly, one second he was a living person named PFC. Smither and then he was gone,nothing more than dust inside a metal,wreck hull of what used to be a humvee. The force throwing him onto his ass as he had finally planted his combat covered boots in the sand,he shook of the ringing in his ears as he looked up dazed about what was going on. The entire place was more silent than a grave,like someone put a war movie on pause and was watching it like that.

Rolling to his left,he tried to find his footing in the miserable and hot sand as he dashed forward, rounds winging past him and screeching as they hit metal and ricocheted off. His heart was beating rapidly,every time he was in a fire fight it was beating so hard it hurt his chest,his breathing rapid as he tried to slow it. Some people said motor skills were lost and it was somewhat true but when in a real fire fight,you just have to look forward. Running and diving into the sand as a round landed right next to him,he looked to his left and saw his Sergeant, Sergeant Corey laying right next to him in the sand and then looked right and saw LCPL.Johnson bleeding out from a wound to gut to his right. His weapon pointed toward the enemy,he had not taking a shot as he tried to steady himself,he was shaking and his breathing was rapid as he looked through the acog on top of the weapon,the crosshair like a little stem as he sought out a target.

It was so hard to see with the heavy 50.Cal bullets tearing up the sand in the distance,sending it spraying everywhere,he watched for movement,just the slightest hint and then saw it poking its head up. Taking a deep breath,he let it out and squeezed the trigger....BAM, BAM BAM his weapon went off as he fired, the dark figure stopped moving and then became nothing as new sand sprayed up in the distance. Looking to his left, his sergeant was yelling at him but he couldn't understand what he was saying over the sound of mortars starting to drop in,the bombs arching in from the distances and slamming against the enemy position, exploding in the sand and kicking up so much thunderous noise and sound you couldn't hear your own thoughts. Pointing forward and screaming at him, it was obvious his Sergeant was screaming at him, telling him to press forward.

FORWARD that was the word, Marines were always moving forward as pushed himself off the deck,holding his weapon aloft with one arm until he could grab it with the other end,he shot in a frenzy of movement just toward the enemy for no real reason other than it made him feel better as he dashed head long toward the bombs,the bullets coming towards him and the unseen enemy out there just waiting to place his sights on his head and plant one right between the eyes. War crying or just plain screaming because he had nothing else to do,his loudest was muffled out by the sounds of combat around him as he finally dropped down and tried to sight in through his sights to see an enemy. No one,there was nothing. Insurgents liked to grab their dead and run when the whole military might of the Marines was brought down on their heads and the Marines would just chase them down until they were dead or they could get away.

Pushing back up two seconds later, Lance Corporal dashed forward once more,his weapon up and looking around, trying to find that one enemy,to see him in the eyes before one of them pulled the trigger first. There was none more though as he stopped, the marines behind him starting to assemble and sweep through,the marines at his front coming back to check the dead bodies. Beneath his feet, there was a dead body,he didn't even realize it since sand had half buried it but by the white garb it was definitely an insurgent. Waving over to one of his fellow marines,he pointed to the dead body and kept his weapon trained on it as his fellow marine slung his weapon on Lcpl.Shorts shoulder and then began a detailed search of his body. Patting him down,looking for any documents,weapons or anything else to catagorize and send back to the Intel guys at Headquarters,he pushed the body over to check his front, not following the proper procedure for it and just pushing him over. Smirking the man was still alive or looked kind of like it as a Grenade was still squeezed tightly in his hand,as he loosened it,his hand moved by the movement of his body,the pin pulled on the Grenade,his buddy tried to shout something and throw the body on top the grenade but the stunned Lcpl Short could just see the grenade as his weapon was held a loft,the shock of the situation so overwhelming,he was stuck solid on his feet as suddenly the world was dark.

His eyes shot open. The world had been darkness for who knows how long,he surely didn't as he immediately tried to sit up but the pain in his chest was overwhelming and he just laid back down. He had bandages across his entire chest, on his fore arms and down his right leg. It was to much to all process right now as he tried to think back: there was a fire fight, a grenade and then this. Wait,where the hell was he. Looking around with weak eyes, the little bit of light in the room a little to bright to his eyes that had just opened after what felt like an enternity. He was in a room,it was a hospital room and as his mind stopped running at a mile a minute,he realized he was cold as hell,the air condition actually worked in this place and that was something he hadn't had for 6 months while in the deserts of Iraq,sleeping in fighting holes in a sand dune.

Looking around,it looked like he was in a hospital,by the machines he was hooked up to and the comfortable bed he was propped up in. That was strange,there was no nice hospitals like this one in Iraq, especially in Al Anbar,if you got injured you would be lucky if you got patched up inside a big tent. He was worried he might be dreaming or maybe dead,who knew but he figured maybe a nurse would know. Reaching out for his call button at the side of his bed,he pressed the button a couple of times,hoping a nurse would show up soon and maybe fill in the gray areas a little bit.

----Brief Description-----

Name: Derek Short
Rank: Lance Corporal
Height: 6'1
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Amber Brown

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[PhoenixTease]

Zuriel, an angel

Zuriel, when it came down to it, was no more or less of an angel than the rest of the heavenly hordes but was part of a section who existed on the edges of heaven, near enough to Earth to intervene, watching over souls at war. Norse mythology had once termed them Valkyries centuries before, believing they chose which warriors would die, carrying them through to the afterlife, which hadn’t been entirely accurate but had suited the beliefs of the time well enough. In truth they were a kind of warrior angel, created for the first battle between Heaven and Hell. They had no choice over who would live and who would die but acted as Protectors, sent to shield souls lost in the confusion of war where, in the chaos of hell on earth, they could be easily stolen away by any number of demons or supernatural ghouls who thrived on war and destruction, and all the evil that crowded around it.

These Protectors were sent to fend off darker influences while a person lingered in limbo, allow them to hover between life and death of their own accord before finding a path either back to life or some kind of death, without forcibly becoming dragged down to the worst kind of death by dark forces. For this purpose the Protectors were able to assume any form that might help, do anything that might keep the person in question safe, and bend the normal rules just a little. After all if the ‘other side’ had the seven deadly sins to count on it was no good trying to combat them with kind words alone, especially with so much lust around these days.

It used to be easier, especially in the Dark Ages, all you’d have to do is appear in a ball of fire with wings jutting out across the room and belief would take over - now with the world in such confusion it wasn’t the same. All a demon temptress had to do was offer herself into a short dress and a man would be practically hers. But what worked for one worked for another, and Zuriel always enjoyed the eternal get-out clauses - for a start, as a being of light, no man could be unfaithful to his wife or any woman betray her husband by being with an angel. Worked like a charm sometimes.

As Zuriel made her way to meet yet another soldier among thousands, possibly millions, she’d already seen through one way or another, it seemed this might come in useful once again. His name was Derek Short, he was young, more honourable than many even for his short experience of war, had been fighting hard in conditions that no-one was supposed to be subject to, missing his family and home and to add insult to injury had been betrayed by the woman he left behind. Although she fought for everyone, some souls were harder to reason with than others, some old and tired with their life, others already committed to a life of greed and anger and too terrified about the prospect of their death to listen to sense. This man, only a few small years out of being a boy, had been through a lot, physically and mentally, and could probably do with some comfort about now which Zuriel was more than determined to give.

In limbo the scenery appeared as the soul in question might like it to or understand most easily, many after all wouldn‘t take kindly to finding out they were with an angel, especially these days, reacting with disbelief or shock, or becoming too preoccupied with what their fate would be and making it harder for the protectors to help. Some soldiers or warriors found themselves back home and a few times she’d had to pose as their wives or husbands to protect them, many saw themselves still on the battlefield and Zuriel had lost count of the times she’d appeared as a comrade in arms. This one appeared quite logical though, the scene around being a nice hospital, empty apart from the soldier’s room but it wasn’t as if he was going to be in a condition to wander around just yet.

Aware the soldier had just woken and pressed the button he thought would call a nurse, Zuriel took the opportunity for an introduction, appearing outside his room. As normal she wore white garments, something vaguely like a white top and trousers, a ceremonial style dagger tucked in at her waist denoting her position, blonde hair hanging shaggily around her face, not quite reaching her shoulders, setting off her sky blue eyes and milky white skin. A huge pair of off-white wings jutted from her back, dwarfing the door in front of her. However, that would have to change before she entered unless she wanted to put him in shock. Altering her appearance to that resembling wearing a modern nurse’s uniform, a reasonably short white dress with tights and white shoes, Zuriel’s wings shrank to nothing more than pronounced shoulder blades, hair instantly pinning itself back into a small white cap, conservative enough to be believeable but still attractive enough to get his attention. She kept her body slim, choosing a height of about 5’8, her normally non-existant chest swelling to a 36D to show some cleavage in the top of her dress, hoping to look not much older than him.

Walking into the room she smiled to see the soldier looking reasonably calm, considering what he’d been through and the state he was currently in. “Hello,“ she beamed, crossing to his side to make a show of checking the machinery surrounding him, even though she automatically knew his current condition, and how precarious it was.

“Glad to see you’re awake. Looks like you had a lucky escape” she started soothingly, leaning towards him to plump the pillows back into shape, gently running her palm over his heated forehead, unable to heal him but relieving some of the pain. As always it was necessary to start light, avoiding shocking him too much after an already traumatic experience, after all there was no sensible way to say ‘You’re on the brink of death, please relax’ straight away.

Softly working her way down the bed, tucking the blankets in around him, she continued to keep eye contact and a pleasant expression, sitting on the side of the bed as she finished.

“Did you want something? Something to drink or eat?” she asked.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Well the service was definitely good around this hospital,whatever hospital it was. Within seconds of him pressing the button,he could see a figure at the door. It lingered there for a second and he couldn't understand who or what it was until finally a nurse walked in through the door. His eyes going wide,he looked at her for a second: there was no way this could be a nurse. She should have been a super model or an actress,she was way to good looking to be a nurse: despite the way she wore her hair and wore her clothes in kind of a conservative manner,she was definitely way to hot to be nurse,especially with that kind of cleavage. Feeling his heart pound in his chest a little more, his blood coursing a little bit faster as he watched her approach,he definitely thought was dreaming,this had to be a dream,it was like an angel had stepped right out of heaven to come visit him,thats what it had to be,there was no way this could be happening.

As she approached,he seemed to check his machines and look over him,she definitely acted like a nurse. She spoke to him,her words a little chilling as she mentioned her was on the brink of death. With a look of semi confusion on his face,the other half looking a little bit defensive,almost enraged he answered her "Brink of death,I don't think so,I am awake and can move a little bit,ther e is no way I can be on the brink of death..." His voice was a little weak and definitely lacked any sort of strength to it as his lung were pressed for air,it hurt to take a deep breath.There was no way he was that bad off? he could open his eyes,talk,maybe even move around a little bit so he couldn't be close to death. Especially when she touched her hand to his head,he felt relieved,it was like a soothing feeling rolling like gentle ways through his entire body as he looked up at her. It was almost like she had a magic power of soothing though that cannot be true,magic didn't exist. It must just her warm touch upon his brow and the way she looked,it must have comforted him in some way, yeah that had to be it. When she was sitting down on the side of his bed,so close....yeah it had to be that she was so beautiful and she was so close, soothing him with her presence.

His amber eyes locked with hers as she looked down at him, her gaze was alluring,almost magical as he looked into them,he had never seen anything like them at all,he must have been on a drug high, tons of morphine burning through his veins making him see things but he had never seen anything like it before when he looked into those eyes,his amber eyes were sullen,tired with a sort of weary look,not from lack of sleep but from lack of seeing what he had seen, a lack of faith in humanity, a desire to no longer see, to no longer feel anything, in the pit of his eyes,the depths of them that reflected his true inner most feelings,it was dark,sad and dull. When she asked him what he wanted,he didn't know what to say: it was his experience that hospital food was horrible yet compared to MRE's(Meals ready to eat aka government rations) anything was better than the cardboard style bread and plastic tasting chicken or beef that came in them. Not really hungry, at least not for anything she could give him right now,he lifted his right hand up and placed it on his bandaged chest, as if reaching for something in his pocket of a uniform blouse he just realized he wasn't wearing anymore.

"No I am good but...where is my blouse? there is something I might need in there" He said in his weakening voice, losing strength as he lost more and more breath, the rise and fall of his chest hurting more and more as he tried to breath,his tone was almost a little bit desperate. Despite everything he really didn't need it,it hurt more than any grenade or shot wound he might have received,it was like an arrow straight to the heart,it was the reason he had become so detached,that he had a deathwish, that he would charge head long into the biggest baddest fire fights, hoping that maybe with all of these foreign fighters flooding into Iraq to kill American's,one might have what it takes to kill him. He didn't want to come back,what was there waiting for him? nothing...it almost would have been worse if he came back home, some stupid punk college kid would probably wind up stabbed to death in his room. That little pink letter he carried everywhere with him,that was worse than poison was all he wanted, it was sad that despite the fact that it hurt so much,he had nothing left to hold onto except the rage that those harmful words induced in him, the sense of utter worthlessness he felt every time he read them or the sorrowful sense of being truly alone with nothing left to live for anymore......

((hey just so you know,if it wasn't clear, I don't want him to find out that this not a real hospital and really limbo for a while at least))

 

[CrimsonDoll]

Lilith, what was she? She was once human as well. The first women to be created on this earth and to be cast aside because she didn't live up to her makers expectations. Through the centuries she embraced sin and became twisted into something dark, a servant of Satan him self. She lived her life in the middle of life a death a gift from her Lord Satan to never grow old or die but in return she would have to bring the souls in limbo to his feet. For a succubus her natural nature was to twist the souls of men with her feminine wilds and it was rather easy for her but she wasn't along in limbo. God sent angel to stop her evil deeds and bring the souls to heaven before she could get her hands of them.

One, it seemed, in particular was giving her a rather large amount of trouble because unlike the other spineless angels she didn't seemed to back down with Lilith challenged her and she had lost a few times. It was about time that the good hearted angel see what its like to lose one of her souls to the dark depths of hell.

She was rather late meeting this new soul, her white high heels clicked on the tile floor and she struggled to alter her appearance so her arrow pointed tail didn't push up her skirt. As she neared the door of the room she took on the appearance of a young twenty something year old nurse with long raven black hair and deep green eyes. Her body was sinfully alluring as the white nurse's dress hugged her every curve and she snapped her fingers a tray of food appearing in her hands just before she walked into the room. She gave the soul a warm smile ignoring the angel that stood by his side and she skillfully put herself between the two of them.

"Mr. Short there is nothing to be worried about...within a few months you will be as good as new i promise you that." She said as she pulled the contraption the rolled along the floor and held up the tray of food so the patient didn't have to eat it off their lap. She placed the tray down it holding some of his favorite freshly made foods still hot and she moved her hands behind her back now as she sat up fully once more. Her nurse's dress dipped low a bit in the front to show off a bit of cleavage and the tightness of the dress showed off the curve of her hips. "My name is Lilla and ill be your afternoon and night shift nurse."

 

[PhoenixTease]

Although the soldier protested he was ok, as Zuriel looked into his eyes she couldn’t help being saddened by what she saw in his eyes. Such a young man who should have so much to live for and war or his past had already drawn out so much anger, despair and made him look almost tired of life itself. She realised what a hard job it might be to revive his spirit but wasn’t about to give up. As he asked for the clothes he’d had previously, obviously concerned about one belonging in particular, Zuriel shook her head. His clothing had been damaged but the letter he persistently kept had remained, yet she didn’t intend for a second to give it to him. News like that was worse in some ways than the grenade he’d suffered, infecting and torturing the mind and soul. The body was, sadly, designed to either perish or wither away, her job was to protect the rest.

“I’m sorry” she said gently, hoping the answer would suffice or at least give her an opportunity to reason with him, “The little that was left of your clothes was bagged up but I doubt there’s anything worth saving there. If you tell me what you need I can check for you.”

The door opened abruptly, interrupting them, and Zuriel turned towards it with dismay - it never took long for one of them to arrive, like vultures around a dead animal. The figure entering the room looked like a very attractive dark haired nurse but she could see through the disguise with ease. Lilith, a demon and a succubus at that, just what she didn’t need right now.

She’d been up against Lilith personally before, and had kept a good number of souls from her grasp, but each time she came up against the demon she knew how much risk was involved. After all, this particular succubus wasn’t just using a little black magic to snare a human for her own fun, this one had Satan’s personal blessing. Zuriel had heard of many other angels who’d come up against her and lost the soul they were protecting, even good, wholesome souls who should have been easy to watch. Never mind the small but noticeable number of male and female angels who’d even fallen for her false charms themselves and now resided in Hell. Zuriel was used to demons who fought and spat fire in the middle of a battlefield but this was definitely more dangerous.

The more souls a succubus personally captured, the more the burning stench of death hung around them. Not that they cared, and a human couldn’t tell, but an angel could sense it, like a perpetual smell, and to her the other ‘woman’ reeked. As Lilith approached the man, getting in the way, Zuriel had no choice but to step back in disgust, keeping the pleasant look on her face for the sake of pretence but wanting to be as far from the succubus as possible. Just being near her made the angel feel uncomfortably warm, and sickened. It took her a moment to tune the sensation out, avoid becoming overwhelmed by the essence of death, having to force herself to even stay in the same enclosed room, but she focused on the task at hand and the air became clean again.

Turning away from the demon‘s back as she simpered towards the man, Zuriel walked around to the other side of the bed, making sure she could see everything Lilith was up to. Currently she offered him a rich plate of food, no doubt with some motive in mind, perhaps to tempt him to want more, to encourage gluttony, or containing an aphrodisiac to induce lust, or simply just hoping to gain his trust - either way this would be the start of Lilith’s attempt to claim another soul. Still, Zuriel did nothing to stop her, this was a small start really and if it made him comfortable it helped her as much as the succubus. ut as Lilith announced herself as the afternoon and night nurse, she smiled wider towards the demon, intending to make this as hard for her as possible.

Pulling a chair up and sitting by the man’s other side she placed both hands on his arm and sent another small wave of calming energy through him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to introduce myself - I’m Zoe” she smiled, her human name quite literally a godsend when she needed to be discreet - although she’d been through hundreds of them as the years had rolled by. “My boss sent me to monitor your condition and make sure you had some special care after the injuries you sustained - so you have not one but two nurses now! Try to rest and let yourself heal” she soothed, ignoring Lilith.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

“I’m sorry” she said gently, hoping the answer would suffice or at least give her an opportunity to reason with him

" Oh no.....I uhhh...Don't need it....its not important" he said weakly though it couldn't hide the sad,sullen tone of voice he had,his words trailing off as if someone had just told him someone killed his dog or something. He didn't need it, he didn't want it but he was drawn to it: like a moth to the flame,he needed that note to remind him everything he naturally rebelled against. In his mind,the arrogance and intrepid fighting spirit that is ingrained into Marines during boot camp was there,telling him things like: Your an elite warrior,combat vet, bad ass,hard charger that overcomes and adapts to any situation. Yet that note, so full of hate, so full of blame he shouldn't even shoulder, it brought him back to earth and sunk him into the dirt, telling him hes worthless, not important, self serving by putting the War and Iraq before his girlfriend. It should have been her loss but no,he felt it more keenly than she did, supposedly the way the letter put it,the only thing she was feeling was dick,dick and more dick.

"My name is Lilla and ill be your afternoon and night shift nurse."

As his head hung a little bit,it wasn't long before suddenly the atmosphere in the entire room seemed to change, rapidly as if it had turned up a few degrees in heat but maybe that was just his own body heat as he looked up at the door. It wasn't his sight that smelt her coming first,it was the smell of almost home cooked chicken breast,marinated in a southwestern sauce and barbecued to perfection over an open fire, the steam still rising from the chicken breast as it rested on a bed of freshly steamed rich. His mouth was already watering as he looked up and at the door: he hadn't eaten anything real in almost 4 months. Some people complain when they have to eat bad home cooked food or even TV dinners but they have never sat in shitty foxholes dug into the side of a sand dune eating MRE's or Meal-Ready-To Eat. Shifting a little excitedly as he could only imagine what it tasted like,white hot pain shot through his entire body from his chest causing him to wince a little as he looked over at this new beauty.

It took a second for the injured Marine to finally take a good long look at the woman bringing him the food. She was as amazingly beautiful as the other one, yet she wasn't so reserved,she definitely flaunted it in a sensual but dark way and he couldn't help but grin widely internally,his mind running through a hundred different dark,twisted yet erotic things he might want to do to her as she bent over a little bit, his eyes not even having to move to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, the smooth,tanned skin of the top of her breasts, he felt his blood begin to stir a little bit more before he lost his perfect view of her and then let his eyes fall down to the food she had brought him. He must have been dreaming or something because what kind of hospital had this kind of food? or this beautiful of nurses. Well thankfully his injury was serious enough that he could hang around for a little while as he looked up from the delicious looking plate of food at both of them, a content smile on his face though there was a mischievous look in amber brown eyes though he would have tried to conceal his thoughts: like any good devil dog,he was picturing a three some between both of the nurses.....it took a little bit to get that thought out of his mind,feeling ashamed that maybe in this perfect hospital they might have been able to read his thoughts....

"Well that is good to know uhh Lilla, that means I will see a LOT more of you" he said innocently,not meaning innuendo though it definitely came across that way as he tried to offer her a slight handsome smile,the lady killer,but the pain in chest was starting to get worse and worse, pain coursing through every vein,burning white hot though it concentrated in his mind, like a drum in the back of his head pounding his brains into mush or at least it felt that way. Intense discipline and a slight bit of ego in front of two bombshell beauties like these kept the pain from show on his handsome face though it was getting bad enough he just wanted to scream out or just hit the morphine drip until he passed off into sweet oblivion. Resting back a little bit more into the comfortable mattress behind him,he egotistically tried and hoped it didn't show as he did, keeping his eyes flirting between the food and both of the nurses: deep down he was hungry for all three...

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to introduce myself - I’m Zoe”

"Zoe....well I definitely expected you to introduce yourself as an angel come down from heaven to come keep a lonely warrior company" He said with a slight grin that brought a little bit of life back to his handsome face,leave it to a devil dog to be on a hospital bed,guts practically hanging out of him and still trying to charm the ladies,well its just how they are made. The Injured marine spoke with a little bit more strength as she stole the throbbing pain from his injured body with her magic but to him it must have been morphine kicking in or just the soothing presence of two beautiful women, though it felt like magic to him and it definitely helped as he laid back into the cushions more, caught between two beautiful women, food in front of him and the subtle,soft call of sleep pulling on him,maybe he was in heaven because it definitely felt like it as he relaxed a little bit more,not straining so much to breathe as the pain was reduced, not fighting for each breath and finally able to relax a little bit.

 

[CrimsonDoll]

Lilla smiled darkly as the Marine began to think his dark thoughts which she could read easily with her demon powers and she giggled softly at his words. "Hunny you can see as much of me as you want." His thoughts of a threesome between her and the angel both excited and grossed her out at the same time. Angels normally didn't get to close to demons because of the 'stink of sin on them' and demons just didn't like being around the goodie goodie angels. She let the throughts fade as he did and she paid more attention to him as she reached out to run to run her fingers along his cheek in a comforting way while her green eyes stayed on his.

She didn't pay the angel any mind as she introduced herself because the demon worked to relieve some of the human's pain slowly so he would think that it was the morphine drip kicking in. A smirk formed along the demon's lips as he called Zoe and angel come down from heaven to keep him company. She found it rather funny because he practically hit the nail on the head with out realizing it. "If she is an angel what would that make me?" She asked as she drew his attention to her now and a seductive smile snaked his way onto her lips as her fingers moved down his chin. Moment later she pulled her hand away from his smooth flesh and reached out to pick up his plastic fork and gathered up a forkful of the chicken.

"Here eat...you have been off the feeding tube for a while and you need to eat something or we will have to put you back on it again." She moved the chicken to her lips now blowing on it softly to cool it down and bit and she moved to sit down on the bed besides him. She moved a hand under the fork so it would drip on him and move it to his mouth. She looked back at the angel now, she was making it rather difficult for the angel to have any real reason to even be in the room at the current moment.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Lilla smiled darkly as the Marine began to think his dark thoughts which she could read easily with her demon powers and she giggled softly at his words. "Hunny you can see as much of me as you want." His thoughts of a threesome between her and the angel both excited and grossed her out at the same time. Angels normally didn't get to close to demons because of the 'stink of sin on them' and demons just didn't like being around the goodie goodie angels. She let the throughts fade as he did and she paid more attention to him as she reached out to run to run her fingers along his cheek in a comforting way while her green eyes stayed on his.

She didn't pay the angel any mind as she introduced herself because the demon worked to relieve some of the human's pain slowly so he would think that it was the morphine drip kicking in. A smirk formed along the demon's lips as he called Zoe and angel come down from heaven to keep him company. She found it rather funny because he practically hit the nail on the head with out realizing it. "If she is an angel what would that make me?" She asked as she drew his attention to her now and a seductive smile snaked his way onto her lips as her fingers moved down his chin. Moment later she pulled her hand away from his smooth flesh and reached out to pick up his plastic fork and gathered up a forkful of the chicken.

"Here eat...you have been off the feeding tube for a while and you need to eat something or we will have to put you back on it again." She moved the chicken to her lips now blowing on it softly to cool it down and bit and she moved to sit down on the bed besides him. She moved a hand under the fork so it would drip on him and move it to his mouth. She looked back at the angel now, she was making it rather difficult for the angel to have any real reason to even be in the room at the current moment.

"If she is an angel what would that make me?"

Looked up a little weakly from where he was relaxing in a soothing bliss of emotions as soothing energy ran through him. Thinking it was just the morphine drip, he still didn't even know whether or not he was in a dream yet or if he was really here,in this hospital with to extremely gorgeous woman, both insanely hot, like super models or actresses, they had to be something he had seen in a victoria secret magazine or a playboy that someone had left in the bathroom for when marines get lonely back at the Forward Operating Base, it had to be his delusional mind though it seemed so real,maybe it was and he was the luckiest guy in the whole world, that was a definite possibility but who gets this lucky, he thought to himself as he let his eyes slip from the blonde haired bombshell to the darker haired woman as she addressed him. Milling the question around in his mind for a second,he finally came up with an answer "Your her kinky sister,the fallen angel and way to hot for me to handle" he says in a kind of coy, charming tone as he attempted to flash her the famous devil dog smile, "The Lady Killer", though he was still pretty weak and it felt like he hadn't eaten anything in a long long time, he could feel it somewhat sapping the strength in his body.

"Here eat...you have been off the feeding tube for a while and you need to eat something or we will have to put you back on it again."

His mouth was watering by the time she brought the fork over to his mouth. Opening it slowly, he bit down slowly on the fork and took the piece of juicy BBQed chicken in his mouth. Devouring it, that was the only way to explain how he ravenously ate it, enjoying its taste,something he hadn't tasted since the old days, back at his fathers house having a BBQ with other gulf storm veterans and other old dog marines his father knew. Those were the real marines, some day he wanted to be like that, if he survived through Iraq, so far he was doing pretty good or so he thought. At the first taste of the juicy meat,it seemed like he was hungrier than he had ever been, hungrier for more and more,almost ravenous lust burning through him. His eyes got a little dark as he looked at the still steaming meat and then over to the raven haired beauty feeding him, looking down right at her supple cleavage, he ran the tip of his tongue slowly along his top right canine tooth as he took a deep breath: he couldn't control it,something about the room or the food or something had set a ceaseless hunger in him. Leaning back a little into the bed,he waited again to be served some more food....