All Hat, No Cattle (Part 14)

In which our beleaguered hero, trapped in the cumranch infirmary,
realizes that it's now or never..

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His fevered brain told him he was deep underwater, silent running
in some sort of futuristic submarine.  Only the whoosh and tish of
exotic machinery could be heard in the dim light of the subnautical
corridors.  Gradually, with time and the attention of his beautiful
medical benefactor, he began to regain consciousness.  Terrible
pain shot like ragged lightning bolts through his groin and genital
area.  His skin burned as though napalmed and his skull throbbed.
Finally alert, his eyes still shut, he determined to find out as
much about his situation as he could without appearing to wake up.
"Do you think he'll make it, Doctor?", said a female voice, "He 
seems so pale."
"You let me worry about that, dear," a familiar and welcome voice
answered,"he's going to have a difficult night."
There followed a lengthy conversation about the details of his care
and medication followed by a few smooth and tender strokes of a cool
hand on his forehead.  "If you can hear me, Larry, the staff here
thinks you are much sicker than you really are.  If you are going
to escape this place with your sanity and health, tonight is the
time to do it. Go right at every opportunity until you reach an
outside door.  Use the fire axe to break the lock and run straight 
ahead.  Bring the axe with you, you'll need it for the gate. I'll
wait in a red pickup."
She was as good as her word. Nearly screaming with the pain, he
burst through the heavy wooden security gate, tossed the axe into
the surrounding trees and sank almost unconscious into the seat
of her truck.  "Where to?", she joked, slamming it into gear and
squealing out into the pavement.  "Anywhere," he replied, "anywhere
at all."
Smiling, she reached over and gently checked the dressing on his
wounded penis, softly caressing his swollen testicular sac through
the gauze and tape.
"Don't worry," she murmurred, "you'll be fine."