A Bangkok Fairy Tale (Chapter 2)

A sea of gleaming Bangkok skyscrapers washed towards him in a gentle tide, the blinking red lights adorning their silver crowns entrancing him. Wisps of streaming cloud began to envelop him in silky whiteness, beyond which the effervescent form of a girl could be seen dancing, arms raised. He felt himself drifting towards her. Closer ... closer ...

The white cloud gradually formed into curtains, the red lights now belonging to machinery, and the girl ...

"How are you feeling?" the young nurse asked.

Damian Shaw cried out with a start. The nurse was looking down at him, her almond eyes worried. "Wh-what happened ...?" he said, fighting a wave of panic.

"You hurt your head. Now you are in hospital," the nurse replied, accenting the last word of each sentence. "But you OK. You not worry." She touched him reassuringly on the arm, and gave him that endearing Thai smile.

Damian took a deep breath and propped himself up on an elbow. Although his head certainly hurt and he felt dizzy, he began to appreciate the attractive Thai nurse who was so willing to take care of him. She was dressed in white and typically petite and slender, with her dark hair tied back beneath the white cap.

"Now you rest," she said, an aroma of jasmine about her as she stooped over to adjust the bandage, her breast pleasantly brushing against his cheek.

Damian lay back and shut his eyes, trying to remember the previous events. Slowly, but surely, it all came back ... Soi Cowboy ... the bar toilet ... the girl laughing at him ...

"Oh ... shit!" he murmured, and fell into a dreamless sleep.