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Whenever it's Valentine, it's time for two love birds, Millie and Sherry.

After previous accident with Cindy, they were back in hospital. But, this time, looks like the nurses have found a way to express their love for Valentine.

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Inseparable Love - A Valentine's Day Story

by mabauterklamm

Credits go to JimA378 for his language check

"Oh Sherry, how lucky we were that they actually let us go for a walk in the hospital garden without properly supervising us."

"Yes, Millie, it was the only way we could escape that crazy hospital!"

"A lot has changed there since Polly and Dr. Laura disappeared, Sherry!"

"And not for the better, Millie!"

"You bet it has, Sherry! What kind of casts have they put us in? I mean... when we said we wanted to stay as close as possible together, who could have expected them to connect our arm and leg casts?"

"No one, Millie, no one!"

"I admire you so much, Sherry, that despite your short arm cast and only one crutch to support us both, you can keep our balance."

"Millie, you know I'll do anything for you. But I admit: I'm glad I'm about to reach our destination. I'm so out of breath!"

"Oh, Sherry, our hearts are beating at the same pace. I feel the same way."

Millie and Sherry panted heavily. They had been on a long walk that had begun in the hospital garden and was now to end here in the so-called "Garden of Love", a part of Central Park that was lavishly decorated on Valentine's Day within sight of the Pump Track course. Many of the city's couples gathered on or around a particular elevated spot, called "The Mount of Venus" because of the monument to Aphrodite placed there. Lovers used to swear their eternal love in its shadow. The monument was modeled on an ancient Greek temple, without a roof but with long rows of columns that all led to a larger-than-life statue of the Greek goddess of love. She played naked with her long marble-like hair and smiled down at those who met in her sanctuary.

As it was one of Millie and Sherry's favorite places, they had spared no effort to seek it out today and brave the short but steep climb. Even though most of their bodies were covered in fiberglass casts.

Millie's upper body was almost completely casted making her appear like wearing a strange pink and white sweater. Her right arm was in a shoulder spica cast that stuck out to the side parallel to the ground and pointed forward from her elbow. It covered both shoulders and even her neck, reaching up to her chin. She was able to move her left shoulder joint a little before her entire left arm was in an angled cast up to her fingers, which was curiously connected to Sherry's right arm, which was casted in the same way. The fact that Millie also had both legs in casts did not make it any easier to move around. Her right leg was in a short leg cast from the knee down and her delicate bare toes were sticking out of the cast. Her left leg was in a cast from her toes to the top of her thigh and, like her left arm, was connected to a correspondingly long cast on Sherry's leg. Millie's fingernails and toenails were painted blue for Sherry's sake.

Sherry, who walked in perfect synchronicity beside Millie, wore a thick soft neck brace and a short cast on her left arm, which she masterfully leaned on an underarm crutch to keep the balance of both of them. Her left leg was completely encased from her toes up to her navel in a thick hip cast, which was only slightly bent at the knee so that she could just about move around. As a contrast to her blue and white casts, her toenails and fingernails were painted pink to make Millie happy.

They were both wearing hardly any clothes. A single short skirt was enough for Millie. Sherry wore a skirt that looked more like a loincloth and a tank top that gave a generous view of her cleavage.

There were walking heels under all four casted legs, with the connected long leg casts sharing a particularly wide heel under them.

"Come on, lean against this pillar, Millie!"

"Good idea, Sherry."

"I love you, Millie!"

"I love you too, Sherry!"

"Our love is infinite, Millie!"

"Oh, if only I could kiss you, Sherry! I want to look deep into your beautiful blue eyes and play with your purple hair."

"I miss your caresses and the look in your brown eyes too, Millie! Come on, let's at least try! You stay leaning against the pillar and I'll try to unite my lips with yours."

"I'm waiting for your kiss, Sherry!" Millie closed her eyes, pursing her lips.

Sherry pushed her crutch forward and tried to turn to the side to reach Millie's face. She felt her right arm rub against Millie's left arm and the same thing happening with her legs. Millie tried hard not to turn with her and pressed her back against the pillar with all her might. But there were so many centimeters missing. It seemed futile.

"Come on, Millie! Once more with all our strength!" Sherry pressed out between clenched teeth.

"Yes, Sherry! But I can't hold out much longer!" Millie replied, her face contorted with exertion.

They were both panting in frustration, their faces still too far apart, when suddenly the sound of stone rubbing against stone made Sherry and Millie pause.

"Sherry, the pillar I'm leaning against has moved."

Seeing the panic flicker in Millie's brown eyes, Sherry pushed back to give her friend stability. The column, meanwhile, tipped backwards in slow motion. They both held their breath as it bumped into the next pillar and remained there.

"We broke the monument, Millie!" Sherry exclaimed in horror.

"Let's get out of here, Sherry!"

"You're right, Millie!" Sherry clamped her crutch firmly under her armpit and in perfect synchronicity they limped away.

"Hopefully no wheelchair user will run us over this time when we go down the hill, Sherry. I don't want to end up in a full body cast."

"Me neither, Millie, me neither."

They didn't even notice how the second pillar started to slide, crashing into the third.
* * * * * * *

"Lady Edith, I'm very surprised that you want to talk to me today of all days and in the Garden of Love about the charge of grievous bodily harm against you."

Helen Lawson furrowed her brow, giving her already pinched face an even more disgruntled look. She gazed with vague unease at the decorations full of hearts and roses that were being placed all around this part of Central Park. She was deeply suspicious of anything romantic, as there was practically never any money to be made, only lost. And losing money was not on Helen Lawson's list of life goals.

"My dear Mrs. Lawson..." Lady Edith said slowly and in a softly rough voice. "I've been through so much in the last few months and you've always stood by me-"

"Well. That's my job. After all, I'm your lawyer," Helen interrupted her hastily. "After all, I want the best for you. And..." She hesitated briefly, because Lady Edith was one of her richest clients, descended from ancient nobility. And she wasn't just super rich. She was also considered one of the most beautiful women in the city, and it was said that her 50-plus years of life had hardly done anything to her flawless skin. The fine lines around her brown eyes gave her that certain something. And since her long, straight hair was still black and she had a classically beautiful face with a straight nose and sensual lips, she was able to subtly exert a great influence on many men, who in Helen's water-blue, almost colorless eyes were all hormone-driven fools.

In many ways, Lady Edith's appearance was the opposite of Helen's, but she saw no reason to invest money in changing anything about her pointed nose, her thin, stern lips and even her squared hairstyle with her early graying hair. Unfortunately, Lady Edith also had a hot temper and little patience, which should not be unnecessarily irritated. But here, on a park bench at the foot of the so-called „Mount of Venus“, Helen felt very uncomfortable. She couldn't make love to anyone but herself, and people like that who-

"What's that there!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment, interrupting her own thoughts.

"Please don't distract me, Mrs. Lawson," Lady Edith said with indulgent rebuke, without following Helen's gaze. Her seductive voice alone was enough to make some men lose their minds.

"There walks the strangest couple I've ever seen! How can you walk down the slope from the Mount of Venus with so many casts on without an accident?" Helen's mouth fell open in amazement, revealing her well-grown front teeth.

"Mrs. Lawson!" Lady Edith's brown eyes were fixed on Helen's.

"They're both almost completely in fiberglass casts and on top of that, one of their casted arms and legs are connected to each other!"

Lady Edith rolled her eyes. "And... That was your word before you tried to distract from the main theme." With a soft voice and a brief wave in front of Helen's distant eyes, Edith tried to bring Helen back to the present. Then she moved her round, shapely bottom closer to Helen on the park bench.

"Uh..." Helen was at a loss for words for a moment. She blinked briefly and realized that Lady Edith had fallen well short of the usual personal distance in business matters. So much physical closeness made her even more uncomfortable. She couldn't remember what she actually wanted to say. And that very rarely happened to her. Only now she noticed that Lady Edith was wearing a very short skirt, which seemed just as inappropriate for her age and status as the shape of her thighs and the skin-tight top that perfectly emphasized her feminine curves. Helen herself was wearing a gray business suit, but without any jewelry.

"My broken ankle hurts, Mrs. Lawson. The doctors have advised me to keep it elevated as much as possible. May I?" Lady Edith raised her right foot suggestively, which was in a black walking cast up to her knee, which from a distance looked like a slightly thicker black boot than the one she was wearing on her left foot.

"Of course!" replied Helen reflexively and then winced in shock as Edith placed it on her lap. As Lady Edith relaxed, her casted foot slumped between Helen's thighs.

"You know, Mrs. Lawson, ever since my husband divorced me, I'm done with men in general."

"I see," Helen groaned. Sweat gathered on her forehead. With fingers as pointed as her nose, she inconspicuously tried to push Edith's casted foot a little further away from her lap and flick some dirt off the trousers of her business suit.

"But you, Mrs. Lawson, have always been there for me. All the time! When I was in the hospital, casted from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes, you defended me from all harm."

"Well, dear Lady Edith." Helen cleared her throat. "As I said, that's my job as your lawyer, isn't it? And you pay me well for it."

"Oh, the damn money!" Exasperation mingled in Lady Edith's voice and she waved it off contemptuously. "I'll still have more than enough after the divorce and you can have half... if..." Lady Edith leaned to one side and suddenly her hand was on Helen's thigh next to her casted foot. On the side away from her knee.

Helen froze, but she didn't dare resist. What had Lady Edith just said about her money? "If...?" she asked and her voice, otherwise controlled, cracked like a schoolgirl's.

"If..." Lady Edith began again and pushed her face close to Helen's.

But before she could continue, Helen heard an unusual sound. As if stone was rubbing against stone.

"What is that?" she tried to change the subject again.

"That, my dear Helen..." Lady Edith refused to be distracted and slowly licked her sensual lips. Helen flinched. Lady Edith had always called her "Mrs. Lawson" until just now.

"... that's the sound of rocks falling from my heart when I look into your eyes."

For a second, Helen stared at Lady Edith, speechless. "No, no..." she stammered and cleared her throat again. "That's not what I mean, Lady Edith. It just sounded like stone rubbing against stone and something bumping against something. And faster and faster." She tried to move away from Lady Edith unobtrusively, but the noblewoman followed her, sliding until half of Helen's bottom was sticking out over the edge of the park bench.

"Look at me, Helen," Lady Edith commanded. She was not used to being resisted for long and turned Helen's face in her direction with perfectly manicured fingers. Their eyes met. There was a crackle in the air as Lady Edith looked lovingly into Helen's wide eyes.

"Venus is coming to us!" whispered Lady Edith.

Helen noticed a movement up the hill. "How right you are!" she exclaimed and jumped away from the bench to the side.

However, the statue of Aphrodite that came sliding down the hill was too fast. She caught Helen on the left foot.

Helen fell to the ground, rolled through the dirt and gasped for air. When she picked up her aching foot, she saw nothing but a swath in the grass where the park bench had been.

* * * * * * * * *

This was not how Helen Lawson had imagined the day would end. Instead of sitting in her home office with her feet up on the desk top and her laptop on her lap, she was now lying in a simple hospital gown in a simple bed, her left leg in an old-fashioned heavy plaster cast from knee to toe and raised steeply upwards with a strange traction device. She would have preferred to enjoy looking at the incoming payment of the fees in her account.

The sight of her own toes made her uncomfortable. In her opinion, toes belonged in shoes and at least in thick socks, but certainly not in public.

"You must find these criminals and sue them," Lady Edith said insistently in the neighboring bed. All the love and seduction in her voice had given way to merciless harshness. "I demand compensation!"

Helen looked to the side. She shuddered involuntarily at the sight of Lady Edith, for her richest and most influential client now had both legs in casts. The right leg, in the older black walking cast, was lying on the mattress of her bed. Edith's left leg was not only put in a bulky plaster cast from her thigh to her toes, but also placed in a sling at that very moment by a young nurse with orange hair. Slowly she struggled to pull the broken leg upwards.

"Ouch! Watch out!" Lady Edith hissed at the nurse. Her eyes fell on the name tag on her chest. "Nurse Lucy, you'd better do that carefully or I'll complain to your boss! Or even better: stay at home with your own broken leg."

"Dear Lady Edith, I would like to go on sick leave. But we're short-staffed and have a lot of patients. So I'm here and it's my job to carry out the doctor's orders." She shrugged her shoulders, leaned heavily on a single crutch and lifted her right leg, which was in a long white cast. As her plastered knee was bent at 90 degrees, she had to lean on her forearm crutch. "And the doctor has ordered you to elevate your broken leg! There's no other option!" Lucy's smile reflected panic and embarrassment. With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled Lady Edith's leg further up.

Edith's fully plastered right arm was already hanging in its own sling beside her torso and a thick neck brace held the noblewoman's head upright, slightly overstretched and strictly forward, subtly adding even more dignity to her whole beautiful face. She squinted sideways towards Helen and raised the index finger of her left hand threateningly. "Find and sue them!" she repeated. Then she winced, groaned and swatted at Lucy with her left hand. "Stop it already! My leg is about to point vertically at the ceiling!"

"I'm already done!" Lucy hastily took a limping step back and hurried as fast as she could do to the little trolley which she was supposed to take with her.

"Believe me, Lady Edith, I'd like nothing better than to find them and sue them. But I don't know their names!"

"But they were very conspicuous, you said. Two women almost completely in casts. Some of those casts were even joined together-"

"That sounds just like Sherry and Millie!"She was already at the door, but now she paused and hopped on her healthy leg and crutch to turn around.

"How dare you interrupt me!" Lady Edith blurted out. Lucy flinched in shock, but Helen met her mumbled apology with her old presence of mind.

"My dear Lucy! No need to apologize. Please don't hold it against my client. She's been through a lot in the last few months. You said you knew them?"

"Did they have brunette and purple hair? The one with blue and white casts, the other with pink and white ones?"

"Exactly! That's them!" Helen exclaimed, barely concealing the triumph in her voice. A spontaneous smile lent her face a touch of friendliness. "So their names are Sherry and Millie. But..." Helen rubbed her pointed nose thoughtfully. "How could you release them from the hospital in their condition."

Lucy's cheeks suddenly turned red. "Well... They just left..." she admitted.

"You mean they ran away?"

"I don't know, Mrs. Lawson! I have to go now too... See you later." Lucy left the room in a hurry, feeling that she had perhaps said too much.

"Sherry and Millie, Lady Edith!" Helen said with satisfaction. In good spirits, her toes actually didn't look too bad, she thought. "I think we're going to get our pain compensation."

* * * * * * * * *

"Millie?"

"Yes, Sherry?"

"It's good to be home, Millie!"

"Yes, Sherry!"

"But we can't lie on our backs on the bed and look at the ceiling forever, Millie!"

"No, Sherry. But what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you, Millie!"

"That's not what I meant, Sherry. I meant what do you want to do so we can get out of bed."

"I don't want to get off the bed, Millie. I want to look into your brown eyes. Play with your brunette hair. Kiss you. And stroke you. And caress you. I love you, Millie!"

"Oh, Sherry, I love you too."

"I just have to show you how much I love you, Millie! You can hardly move with your chunky casted arms. Let's see how far I can get with my left hand."

"Oh Sherry... oh... oh... Sherry! You are so wonderfully flexible. I think that's just about the right distance."

THE END

(Note - I had this idea of joint cast months ago and I told my friend, mabauterklamm, about it. He brainstormed and integrated my piece of idea into his amazing Valentine story. I really love how it turned out to be. Having big casts on Valentine has become a tradition for Millie and Sherry. I hope I can draw them more often)

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Whenever it's Valentine, it's time for two love birds, Millie and Sherry.

After previous accident with Cindy, they were back in hospital. But, this time, looks like the nurses have found a way to express their love for Valentine.

Previous >>

Next>>

Mature Content

Inseparable Love - A Valentine's Day Story

by mabauterklamm

Credits go to JimA378 for his language check

"Oh Sherry, how lucky we were that they actually let us go for a walk in the hospital garden without properly supervising us."

"Yes, Millie, it was the only way we could escape that crazy hospital!"

"A lot has changed there since Polly and Dr. Laura disappeared, Sherry!"

"And not for the better, Millie!"

"You bet it has, Sherry! What kind of casts have they put us in? I mean... when we said we wanted to stay as close as possible together, who could have expected them to connect our arm and leg casts?"

"No one, Millie, no one!"

"I admire you so much, Sherry, that despite your short arm cast and only one crutch to support us both, you can keep our balance."

"Millie, you know I'll do anything for you. But I admit: I'm glad I'm about to reach our destination. I'm so out of breath!"

"Oh, Sherry, our hearts are beating at the same pace. I feel the same way."

Millie and Sherry panted heavily. They had been on a long walk that had begun in the hospital garden and was now to end here in the so-called "Garden of Love", a part of Central Park that was lavishly decorated on Valentine's Day within sight of the Pump Track course. Many of the city's couples gathered on or around a particular elevated spot, called "The Mount of Venus" because of the monument to Aphrodite placed there. Lovers used to swear their eternal love in its shadow. The monument was modeled on an ancient Greek temple, without a roof but with long rows of columns that all led to a larger-than-life statue of the Greek goddess of love. She played naked with her long marble-like hair and smiled down at those who met in her sanctuary.

As it was one of Millie and Sherry's favorite places, they had spared no effort to seek it out today and brave the short but steep climb. Even though most of their bodies were covered in fiberglass casts.

Millie's upper body was almost completely casted making her appear like wearing a strange pink and white sweater. Her right arm was in a shoulder spica cast that stuck out to the side parallel to the ground and pointed forward from her elbow. It covered both shoulders and even her neck, reaching up to her chin. She was able to move her left shoulder joint a little before her entire left arm was in an angled cast up to her fingers, which was curiously connected to Sherry's right arm, which was casted in the same way. The fact that Millie also had both legs in casts did not make it any easier to move around. Her right leg was in a short leg cast from the knee down and her delicate bare toes were sticking out of the cast. Her left leg was in a cast from her toes to the top of her thigh and, like her left arm, was connected to a correspondingly long cast on Sherry's leg. Millie's fingernails and toenails were painted blue for Sherry's sake.

Sherry, who walked in perfect synchronicity beside Millie, wore a thick soft neck brace and a short cast on her left arm, which she masterfully leaned on an underarm crutch to keep the balance of both of them. Her left leg was completely encased from her toes up to her navel in a thick hip cast, which was only slightly bent at the knee so that she could just about move around. As a contrast to her blue and white casts, her toenails and fingernails were painted pink to make Millie happy.

They were both wearing hardly any clothes. A single short skirt was enough for Millie. Sherry wore a skirt that looked more like a loincloth and a tank top that gave a generous view of her cleavage.

There were walking heels under all four casted legs, with the connected long leg casts sharing a particularly wide heel under them.

"Come on, lean against this pillar, Millie!"

"Good idea, Sherry."

"I love you, Millie!"

"I love you too, Sherry!"

"Our love is infinite, Millie!"

"Oh, if only I could kiss you, Sherry! I want to look deep into your beautiful blue eyes and play with your purple hair."

"I miss your caresses and the look in your brown eyes too, Millie! Come on, let's at least try! You stay leaning against the pillar and I'll try to unite my lips with yours."

"I'm waiting for your kiss, Sherry!" Millie closed her eyes, pursing her lips.

Sherry pushed her crutch forward and tried to turn to the side to reach Millie's face. She felt her right arm rub against Millie's left arm and the same thing happening with her legs. Millie tried hard not to turn with her and pressed her back against the pillar with all her might. But there were so many centimeters missing. It seemed futile.

"Come on, Millie! Once more with all our strength!" Sherry pressed out between clenched teeth.

"Yes, Sherry! But I can't hold out much longer!" Millie replied, her face contorted with exertion.

They were both panting in frustration, their faces still too far apart, when suddenly the sound of stone rubbing against stone made Sherry and Millie pause.

"Sherry, the pillar I'm leaning against has moved."

Seeing the panic flicker in Millie's brown eyes, Sherry pushed back to give her friend stability. The column, meanwhile, tipped backwards in slow motion. They both held their breath as it bumped into the next pillar and remained there.

"We broke the monument, Millie!" Sherry exclaimed in horror.

"Let's get out of here, Sherry!"

"You're right, Millie!" Sherry clamped her crutch firmly under her armpit and in perfect synchronicity they limped away.

"Hopefully no wheelchair user will run us over this time when we go down the hill, Sherry. I don't want to end up in a full body cast."

"Me neither, Millie, me neither."

They didn't even notice how the second pillar started to slide, crashing into the third.
* * * * * * *

"Lady Edith, I'm very surprised that you want to talk to me today of all days and in the Garden of Love about the charge of grievous bodily harm against you."

Helen Lawson furrowed her brow, giving her already pinched face an even more disgruntled look. She gazed with vague unease at the decorations full of hearts and roses that were being placed all around this part of Central Park. She was deeply suspicious of anything romantic, as there was practically never any money to be made, only lost. And losing money was not on Helen Lawson's list of life goals.

"My dear Mrs. Lawson..." Lady Edith said slowly and in a softly rough voice. "I've been through so much in the last few months and you've always stood by me-"

"Well. That's my job. After all, I'm your lawyer," Helen interrupted her hastily. "After all, I want the best for you. And..." She hesitated briefly, because Lady Edith was one of her richest clients, descended from ancient nobility. And she wasn't just super rich. She was also considered one of the most beautiful women in the city, and it was said that her 50-plus years of life had hardly done anything to her flawless skin. The fine lines around her brown eyes gave her that certain something. And since her long, straight hair was still black and she had a classically beautiful face with a straight nose and sensual lips, she was able to subtly exert a great influence on many men, who in Helen's water-blue, almost colorless eyes were all hormone-driven fools.

In many ways, Lady Edith's appearance was the opposite of Helen's, but she saw no reason to invest money in changing anything about her pointed nose, her thin, stern lips and even her squared hairstyle with her early graying hair. Unfortunately, Lady Edith also had a hot temper and little patience, which should not be unnecessarily irritated. But here, on a park bench at the foot of the so-called „Mount of Venus“, Helen felt very uncomfortable. She couldn't make love to anyone but herself, and people like that who-

"What's that there!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment, interrupting her own thoughts.

"Please don't distract me, Mrs. Lawson," Lady Edith said with indulgent rebuke, without following Helen's gaze. Her seductive voice alone was enough to make some men lose their minds.

"There walks the strangest couple I've ever seen! How can you walk down the slope from the Mount of Venus with so many casts on without an accident?" Helen's mouth fell open in amazement, revealing her well-grown front teeth.

"Mrs. Lawson!" Lady Edith's brown eyes were fixed on Helen's.

"They're both almost completely in fiberglass casts and on top of that, one of their casted arms and legs are connected to each other!"

Lady Edith rolled her eyes. "And... That was your word before you tried to distract from the main theme." With a soft voice and a brief wave in front of Helen's distant eyes, Edith tried to bring Helen back to the present. Then she moved her round, shapely bottom closer to Helen on the park bench.

"Uh..." Helen was at a loss for words for a moment. She blinked briefly and realized that Lady Edith had fallen well short of the usual personal distance in business matters. So much physical closeness made her even more uncomfortable. She couldn't remember what she actually wanted to say. And that very rarely happened to her. Only now she noticed that Lady Edith was wearing a very short skirt, which seemed just as inappropriate for her age and status as the shape of her thighs and the skin-tight top that perfectly emphasized her feminine curves. Helen herself was wearing a gray business suit, but without any jewelry.

"My broken ankle hurts, Mrs. Lawson. The doctors have advised me to keep it elevated as much as possible. May I?" Lady Edith raised her right foot suggestively, which was in a black walking cast up to her knee, which from a distance looked like a slightly thicker black boot than the one she was wearing on her left foot.

"Of course!" replied Helen reflexively and then winced in shock as Edith placed it on her lap. As Lady Edith relaxed, her casted foot slumped between Helen's thighs.

"You know, Mrs. Lawson, ever since my husband divorced me, I'm done with men in general."

"I see," Helen groaned. Sweat gathered on her forehead. With fingers as pointed as her nose, she inconspicuously tried to push Edith's casted foot a little further away from her lap and flick some dirt off the trousers of her business suit.

"But you, Mrs. Lawson, have always been there for me. All the time! When I was in the hospital, casted from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes, you defended me from all harm."

"Well, dear Lady Edith." Helen cleared her throat. "As I said, that's my job as your lawyer, isn't it? And you pay me well for it."

"Oh, the damn money!" Exasperation mingled in Lady Edith's voice and she waved it off contemptuously. "I'll still have more than enough after the divorce and you can have half... if..." Lady Edith leaned to one side and suddenly her hand was on Helen's thigh next to her casted foot. On the side away from her knee.

Helen froze, but she didn't dare resist. What had Lady Edith just said about her money? "If...?" she asked and her voice, otherwise controlled, cracked like a schoolgirl's.

"If..." Lady Edith began again and pushed her face close to Helen's.

But before she could continue, Helen heard an unusual sound. As if stone was rubbing against stone.

"What is that?" she tried to change the subject again.

"That, my dear Helen..." Lady Edith refused to be distracted and slowly licked her sensual lips. Helen flinched. Lady Edith had always called her "Mrs. Lawson" until just now.

"... that's the sound of rocks falling from my heart when I look into your eyes."

For a second, Helen stared at Lady Edith, speechless. "No, no..." she stammered and cleared her throat again. "That's not what I mean, Lady Edith. It just sounded like stone rubbing against stone and something bumping against something. And faster and faster." She tried to move away from Lady Edith unobtrusively, but the noblewoman followed her, sliding until half of Helen's bottom was sticking out over the edge of the park bench.

"Look at me, Helen," Lady Edith commanded. She was not used to being resisted for long and turned Helen's face in her direction with perfectly manicured fingers. Their eyes met. There was a crackle in the air as Lady Edith looked lovingly into Helen's wide eyes.

"Venus is coming to us!" whispered Lady Edith.

Helen noticed a movement up the hill. "How right you are!" she exclaimed and jumped away from the bench to the side.

However, the statue of Aphrodite that came sliding down the hill was too fast. She caught Helen on the left foot.

Helen fell to the ground, rolled through the dirt and gasped for air. When she picked up her aching foot, she saw nothing but a swath in the grass where the park bench had been.

* * * * * * * * *

This was not how Helen Lawson had imagined the day would end. Instead of sitting in her home office with her feet up on the desk top and her laptop on her lap, she was now lying in a simple hospital gown in a simple bed, her left leg in an old-fashioned heavy plaster cast from knee to toe and raised steeply upwards with a strange traction device. She would have preferred to enjoy looking at the incoming payment of the fees in her account.

The sight of her own toes made her uncomfortable. In her opinion, toes belonged in shoes and at least in thick socks, but certainly not in public.

"You must find these criminals and sue them," Lady Edith said insistently in the neighboring bed. All the love and seduction in her voice had given way to merciless harshness. "I demand compensation!"

Helen looked to the side. She shuddered involuntarily at the sight of Lady Edith, for her richest and most influential client now had both legs in casts. The right leg, in the older black walking cast, was lying on the mattress of her bed. Edith's left leg was not only put in a bulky plaster cast from her thigh to her toes, but also placed in a sling at that very moment by a young nurse with orange hair. Slowly she struggled to pull the broken leg upwards.

"Ouch! Watch out!" Lady Edith hissed at the nurse. Her eyes fell on the name tag on her chest. "Nurse Lucy, you'd better do that carefully or I'll complain to your boss! Or even better: stay at home with your own broken leg."

"Dear Lady Edith, I would like to go on sick leave. But we're short-staffed and have a lot of patients. So I'm here and it's my job to carry out the doctor's orders." She shrugged her shoulders, leaned heavily on a single crutch and lifted her right leg, which was in a long white cast. As her plastered knee was bent at 90 degrees, she had to lean on her forearm crutch. "And the doctor has ordered you to elevate your broken leg! There's no other option!" Lucy's smile reflected panic and embarrassment. With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled Lady Edith's leg further up.

Edith's fully plastered right arm was already hanging in its own sling beside her torso and a thick neck brace held the noblewoman's head upright, slightly overstretched and strictly forward, subtly adding even more dignity to her whole beautiful face. She squinted sideways towards Helen and raised the index finger of her left hand threateningly. "Find and sue them!" she repeated. Then she winced, groaned and swatted at Lucy with her left hand. "Stop it already! My leg is about to point vertically at the ceiling!"

"I'm already done!" Lucy hastily took a limping step back and hurried as fast as she could do to the little trolley which she was supposed to take with her.

"Believe me, Lady Edith, I'd like nothing better than to find them and sue them. But I don't know their names!"

"But they were very conspicuous, you said. Two women almost completely in casts. Some of those casts were even joined together-"

"That sounds just like Sherry and Millie!"She was already at the door, but now she paused and hopped on her healthy leg and crutch to turn around.

"How dare you interrupt me!" Lady Edith blurted out. Lucy flinched in shock, but Helen met her mumbled apology with her old presence of mind.

"My dear Lucy! No need to apologize. Please don't hold it against my client. She's been through a lot in the last few months. You said you knew them?"

"Did they have brunette and purple hair? The one with blue and white casts, the other with pink and white ones?"

"Exactly! That's them!" Helen exclaimed, barely concealing the triumph in her voice. A spontaneous smile lent her face a touch of friendliness. "So their names are Sherry and Millie. But..." Helen rubbed her pointed nose thoughtfully. "How could you release them from the hospital in their condition."

Lucy's cheeks suddenly turned red. "Well... They just left..." she admitted.

"You mean they ran away?"

"I don't know, Mrs. Lawson! I have to go now too... See you later." Lucy left the room in a hurry, feeling that she had perhaps said too much.

"Sherry and Millie, Lady Edith!" Helen said with satisfaction. In good spirits, her toes actually didn't look too bad, she thought. "I think we're going to get our pain compensation."

* * * * * * * * *

"Millie?"

"Yes, Sherry?"

"It's good to be home, Millie!"

"Yes, Sherry!"

"But we can't lie on our backs on the bed and look at the ceiling forever, Millie!"

"No, Sherry. But what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you, Millie!"

"That's not what I meant, Sherry. I meant what do you want to do so we can get out of bed."

"I don't want to get off the bed, Millie. I want to look into your brown eyes. Play with your brunette hair. Kiss you. And stroke you. And caress you. I love you, Millie!"

"Oh, Sherry, I love you too."

"I just have to show you how much I love you, Millie! You can hardly move with your chunky casted arms. Let's see how far I can get with my left hand."

"Oh Sherry... oh... oh... Sherry! You are so wonderfully flexible. I think that's just about the right distance."

THE END

(Note - I had this idea of joint cast months ago and I told my friend, mabauterklamm, about it. He brainstormed and integrated my piece of idea into his amazing Valentine story. I really love how it turned out to be. Having big casts on Valentine has become a tradition for Millie and Sherry. I hope I can draw them more often)

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