Michael Morrison was a thirty-two year old contract computer networking expert. 
He spoke English and french fluently. He had just gotten back from Washington 
setting up a network for a bank chain. He was taking a well deserved rest. But 
things wouldn't be peaceful for long. He never saw the car run the red light. 

Before Michael knew it his airbag discharged and slammed him in the face. When 
all the moving parts came to a stop and the sound of crashing metal and breaking 
glass silenced, he was sitting across the intersection headed in the opposite 
direction he had been going. His head was reeling, his face hurting; something 
in his left knee didn't feel right.

Bystanders were soon at his window asking if he was all right. He shook his head 
and came back to reality. Michael could tell by the looks on the peoples' faces 
that he wasn't in the best of shape. He felt the warm blood run into his eyes. 

The police were there in no time. Soon an ambulance screamed onto the scene. A 
paramedic was looking him over. There was a nasty cut just at his hairline but 
nothing life threatening, it looked much worse than it was. The paramedic helped 
him from the car and walked him to the ambulance, he had an obvious limp. 

A young lady was already in it on a stretcher, her left leg in a splint, her 
head wrapped in a neck brace. She was gorgeous. The police were talking to 
witnesses as the ambulance tore out for the hospital. 

The doctor looked Michael over and stitched his head; it only took four, then 
released him. He was hurting and started to call a cab to take him home. Then he 
thought of the young lady that he had hit. He checked at the desk and got her 
room number. They were going to keep her overnight for observation. She had a 
broken left leg, her fibula, tibia and femur were broken. 

Michael rapped lightly on her door. A small pained voice beckoned him in. He 
pushed the door open slowly. This poor little thing with this long cast covering 
her left leg looked like she had been in a wreck. Duh! He walked to her bedside. 

"Hi, I'm Michael Morrison, I think we met earlier on the street. We didn't have 
much time to get acquainted." He said trying to lighten the mood.

She giggled but groaned and quickly closed her eyes in obvious pain. Michael 
apologized for making her laugh and took on a more serious demeanor. He pulled a 
chair close to her bed and asked if he could sit down. She shook her head ok; 
her eyes still closed tight.

"I never saw you coming honey, I am so sorry you're hurt." He started. 
      
"Was your light red, I could have sworn I had the green?"

"I don't remember. I was on my way to an interview. I had a job interview this 
afternoon. Oh no I will never get the job now with my broken leg, they don't 
even know what happened to me." She said moaning. 

"Oh no, I didn't get insurance on the rental car either, I couldn't afford it. 
And the wreck was my fault? Oh no, I really blew it this time."

"Oh, I'm really sorry, can I do anything to help?" Michael asked.

"Could you get my purse and cell phone for me and dial this number for me?" She 
said cringing in pain.

"Sure." He replied.

He got her purse and placed it on the bed beside her. She was lying with her 
left leg in a cast on a soft pillow of some kind. 

Michael asked her what her name was and who it was she was supposed to talk to. 
His heart went out to this hurting little beauty. She looked so hot with her 
long leg in that purple cast.

"Marry Pierce. I was supposed to see a Marry Pierce." She answered. "I'm Sydney 
Blondin."

Michael dialed the number. When the secretary answered he asked for Marry 
Pierce. When Marry came on the line he began to explain Sydney's absence. She 
was in the hospital, she had been in a wreck, she was ok, but she wouldn't be 
able to make the interview because of her broken leg. 

Marry told Michael she would wait for Sydney to call her to reschedule. Then she 
asked whose fault the wreck was?

"Oh the wreck? It was the other driver's fault. They ran a red light and hit 
Sydney's car on the driver's side, breaking her leg on impact. She will be in a 
full leg cast for at least 12 weeks, using crutches" He told her, lying.

Sydney studied him with a puzzled looked. Hadn't he just told her that the wreck 
had been her fault? Was she that messed up that she couldn't remember the past 
few minutes? Maybe the drugs they had her on were really good ones. She didn't 
have the mental capacity to think about it. 

Michael assured Marry that Sydney would be calling in the next few days. Marry 
told him to tell her there was no rush, to get feeling better, the job wasn't 
being filled for at least a week. 

There was a knock on the door, a policeman stuck his head through the door. When 
he saw Sydney and Michael at the bed he walked in. He started questioning her 
about the wreck. He had talked to witnesses and she had definitely run a red 
light causing the wreck. He needed her to sign the ticket and he would be on his 
way. Michael took the ticket book from him.

"You have things mixed up officer. I ran the red light, not her. The wreck 
was my fault not hers. I don't know who you talked to but it was my fault." 
Michael looked at Sydney she was looking at him more puzzled now than ever. 

The officer took Michael's license information and handed him the ticket. 
Michael signed it and the officer was on his way shaking his head. Michael made 
six figures a year this little girl obviously couldn't deal with the insurance 
and cost of this wreck as well as he could. He smiled at her. She smiled back 
and said thank you as her eyes closed.

They talked more. She had flown in yesterday, rented a car and had a room at the 
Motel 6 near the airport. She was putting everything she had saved into getting 
this job. She had passed the initial interview, the secondary interview and now 
she was on the verge of getting the job. 

Marry had made promising comments about her resume and she thought she had a 
better than even chance of getting it. Michael may have just saved her from 
losing it all. She was worried about the motel room. She had only paid through 
today. If she wasn't there tomorrow to check out what would they do with 
her things? 

Michael asked her to let him go and check her out and take her things to his 
house. He had tons of room and she would be welcome there as long as she needed. 
She objected at first, he had already gone above and beyond the call of duty. He 
convinced her with desperate pleading. He took her room key and headed for the 
motel. 

He had the cab take him home and he got his second car and went to the motel, 
paid her bill and got her things. He put them in his guest bedroom. He made the 
bed and straightened up the room. He wanted it to be nice for her when she got 
there. He couldn't wait to get back to the hospital.

When he got back to her room Michael wondered how much his heart could break for 
this sweetie. She had blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her face was pale. He 
couldn't tell how she was built but she was slender from all the evidence. She 
had soft gentle blue eyes. She must be about five feet nine inches. She looked 
to be between twenty-five and thirty. 

Michael talked to her and made a few jokes. She didn't laugh much but she seemed 
to settle down and start letting things sink in. A broken leg is not he end of 
the world. It was the second time she broke her left leg, she was used to 
crutches. Things always looked brighter in the morning. Michael fed her at 
dinnertime. 

Michael stayed past visiting hours. The nurse chewed him out twice and told him 
to hit the road. They talked awhile longer, he didn't want to leave. He got up 
and took her hand and told her to sleep well and not to worry tonight, things 
would work out. He was nearly at the door.

"Michael, before you go, can you do something for me. My toes are itching and 
there's no way I can get to them at the end of my cast. Could you help me?" She 
asked, no ulterior motives.

"Sure honey"

He scratched her while making sure to feel the surface of her cast. She looked 
so helpless and yet so sexy in that cast.

She was so delicate. The nurse came in with Sydney's sleeping pill. She would 
need it tonight. The look she gave Michael would have killed lesser men. He 
smiled at her and hit the door quickly, telling Sydney he would be back in the 
morning. The nurse administered her medicine.


Part 2 to come