She blushed as she started to gabble about the weather, how she was going to the beach, would he like to join her? It all came out of her mouth in one...long stream. Seeing him standing in front of her in the ordinariness of the hotel reception was disconcerting. Maggie was embarrassed recalling their last 'encounter' a few hours ago. "Would love to, but I can't come now. Can I join you later?" he asked."Of course, let me write the name of the beach down for you." Maggie moved to the concierge. ‘You punctured a lung!’ She whispered urgently. ‘However did you manage to walk all the way here in that condition?’ ‘Practice,’ I grunted. She sighed in obvious aggravation, and closed her eyes to concentrate. After a moment, her eyes flew open, and she turned to look at her assistants that had gathered around curiously. ‘You! Lay your hands on his back! You, go get some food and water, and you!’ She directed this last bit to me. ‘If you ever do something to cause this bad a wound again, don’t. He led me into the room and told me there should be clothes in the closet I can help myself to if I want to change out of my clothes then he left me to my own devices in my new room.I looked in the closet and noticed that most of the clothes were more of a sexual nature thing like short robes, silk shorts and leather apparel. I chose a longer robe with silk pajamas with the usual slit in the front for peeing should you need to do it. I washed up and headed downstairs in my chosen outfit and. "He said he wanted to put me on antipsychotic meds. Are you fucking shitting me?!"I looked at her confused. Floored. The doctor tried to do what?"Ummm, you're not psychotic," I said, a level of obviousness in my voice. "With Beth, yeah, I can see calling her 'psychotic.' But you? You're friendly and outgoing and playful." Thank you!" she shouted, waving her hand at me. "I was just fucking raped, okay? I was scared, okay? If you want to throw medicine at it, an antidepressant? Sure. But crazy.