Spank Bank: Part II

A while back I told the Spank Bank story to my friend, Colossus. He laughed his ass off, then stopped and looked at me funny.

“What?” I asked.

“The last time I was in a hospital I passed by the nursing station,” he replied.

Colossus began his usual demonic laughter.

“Yeah, so, what’s your point?”

“Dude, when I passed by, I looked at their monitors…they have cameras in every patient’s room.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m serious. They have cameras so they know when the patient’s in trouble. Your #1 hottie saw you.”

Now he was laughing uncontrollably. I tried to look for any bit of truth in that, but couldn’t think above his laughter. “Would you just shut up for one second!”

I mentally took myself back to my hospital room and scanned the ceiling.

HEPA filter in one corner. The door near another. The other two corners…shit, I don’t remember.

I didn’t believe Colossus, but I had to make certain. I called my nursing friend.

“Is there any chance after my transplant there was a camera in my room?” I asked her.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I’ve never heard of that before.”

“That’s good.”

“Why do you ask?”

“…Um…No reason.”

Fucking Colossus.