Saffron get hit

Saffron gets hit by a car

by Vanessa Evans

Part 01

It all started when I was hit by a car as I walked home one night.

Before I tell you about that, and how it changed my life, I’d better tell you a bit about myself. My name is Saffron Peterson. I’m 1.34m tall, skinny, natural strawberry blonde shoulder length hair, A cup conical breasts and smallish hips. I have no idea where my mother is and I share the family home with my father. I have no siblings.

Daddy and I have always got on well and he’s been my best friend as well as my father. We’ve always talked about everything, including my female issues.

It happened shorty after my 18th birthday, I was walking home after spending the evening at a girl friends house when a car mounted the footpath and skittled me. The next thing that I knew I was waking up in hospital with both my legs and both my arms in plaster and my head, wrapped in bandages.

I shouted for help and within seconds daddy was looking down at me and telling me that I was going to be okay. That really helped me.

Then a doctor looked down at me and said,

“Oh you’re back, how do you feel?”

“What happened to me?”

Daddy answered telling me that I’d been in a car accident.

“But I wasn’t in a car, I was walking back from Trisha’s house.”

“Yes you were, and a drunk driver lost control of his electric car, mounted the pavement and hit you.”

“Okay young lady, Alex,” the doctor said, “don’t think about that right now, I need to check you over to see if we’ve missed anything, would you mind waiting outside sir.”

“No.” I said, “I want daddy to stay.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want, but I’m going to have to take the blanket off you.”

“Please stay daddy.”

The doctor started at my head, checking my vision, hearing and movement of my neck. That hurt a little but the doctor told me that that was to be expected and that it would be okay in a few days.

I looked down at my body again and took in what I’d initially seen when I first opened my eyes. My arms were on top of a blanket, both in plaster from my hand to well above my elbow.. Looking further down I could see my toes but each leg was in plaster from foot to the top of my thighs.

It was when the doctor pulled the blanket down to my waist that I realised that I was naked under the blanket. My face went red as my little breasts came into view.

Daddy hadn’t seen me naked since he used to bath me when I was a little girl, and here I was topless in front of him more than 10 years later.

When the doctor folded the blanket down I felt air blow passed my bald pussy and guessed that the doctor would expose my pussy to daddy as well.

My blush turned a deeper shade of red.

Daddy and I had talked may times about my body as I grew up. My growing pains and puberty pains were never off-limits and we even discussed my period pains and going on the pill to ease them; but we’d never seen each other naked. It wasn’t really taboo, it just never happened, until that moment.

The doctor pressed on all parts of me asking if it hurt as daddy, who was on the other side of the bed, gently put his hand on my bare shoulder and whispered that it was okay, that I was going to be ‘right as rain’ in no time.

As the doctor’s hand moved across my torso they brushed against my nipples and I felt them go hard. It wasn’t really surprising that he brushed my nipples, my little tits are very perky and conical, Trisha, my best friend, sometimes calls them my traffic cones.

Then the doctor folded the blanket onto my plastered legs leaving me naked from my neck to the tops of my thighs, what’s more, the plaster casts were keeping my legs from closing, daddy could see all of my bald pussy which was starting to get wet.

If it was possible to go a darker shade of red I was doing so as the doctor pressed on different parts of my abdomen.

Then he pressed on both my labia and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a moan., in-spite of my situation I was feeling aroused.

The doctor unfolded the blanket so that I was covered then told me that I was lucky in that it was my arms and legs that took most of the impact and the landing and that the rest of me was okay, apart from a deep cut on my head. He told me to tell the nurses if anywhere else started hurting.

I didn’t feel lucky but I did get a little comfort from daddy’s hand on my shoulder.

The doctor left and I started crying.

Daddy stroked my cheeks and dabbed my eyes with a tissue as he kept telling me that everything was going to be okay, that the damage wasn’t permanent and that I’d be as good as new soon.

I knew that that wasn’t true, I’d probably have those casts on for months. At that time I wasn’t even thinking about the practicality of things.

A nurse came in and told daddy that he should leave and let me get some rest. She was right and we both knew it. Daddy leant forwards and kissed me on my nose, something that he hadn’t done since I was little, but there again, the top of my head was wrapped in bandages and I hurt all over.

The nurse gave me a drink out of one of those baby’s cups with a lid and mouth-piece, then told me to get some rest. I was asleep within a minute.

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I woke as dawn was breaking, only to be told that I’d slept for nearly 24 hours. I guessed that it was true that sleep does heal, but in my case it was only my general aches and pains. I looked down at my arms and legs and saw that I hadn’t been dreaming.

I started to assess my situation, how was I going to do this, how was I going to do that? What about this, what about that? Of course I didn’t have any answers and I was quite depressed when a nurse came over to me. I started bombarding the poor woman with question, none of which she answered, only telling me that a doctor would be round to see me later and asking me if I wanted something to eat.

I started thinking about my stomach, and yes, I was hungry.

Okay, I’d been embarrassed when daddy saw me naked but the humiliation of having someone spoon feed me like a baby was something else. I didn’t think that I could cope with that for long. Then I thought about going to the toilet. Oh my gawd, how the hell was I going to do that?”

With food inside my stomach, my body stated to tell me that I needed to get rid of some waste. I spent a good half hour putting it off and worrying about the embarrassment because there was no way that I was going to the toilet, and even if I got there my hands were useless.

I tried to joke about it to myself thinking that at least I wouldn’t have to wash my hands.

I couldn’t put it off any longer and when a nurse walked by I told her that I needed the toilet. Without blinking an eye she told me to hang on for a second while she got another nurse. A minute later she was back with another nurse, a male nurse.

I thought that they would get me to a toilet somehow, but the male nurse was carrying a bedpan.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“You said that you wanted to go to the toilet.”

“Yes but?”

“Well Saffron, you’re in no fit state to go there so the toilet has to come to you.”

With that the blanket was pulled off me and the 2 nurses lifted my hips and slid the bedpan under me. Now that was humiliating. My face was bright red and there was no way that I could even pee, never mind poo with them there watching me.

“I, I, I ….”

“You’ve never used a bedpan before have you Saffron?” The male nurse asked as he looked down on my bald pussy.

“No.” I replied.

“Okay honey, we’ll leave you for a while, just try to relax and let it happen. Give us a shout when you are done.”

With that the 2 of them turned and walked away leaving me naked, well apart from the casts and bandages, and sat on a bloody bedpan. How the hell was I supposed to relax.

Well, bodily functions finally took over and I did both a number 1 and a number 2, and quickly wished that someone would invent a new type of bedpan that contained the smell. I called to the next nurse that came by and a couple of minutes later, 2 male nurses were lifting me up and removing the bedpan.