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Bad days...Good days
Story by
David Spowart
Also Known as just
David S
Chapter 5
I walked back into Peter's room. He was all alone; the sound of the machines that surrounded his bed brought a sad lump to my throat. I took the seat next to his bed. I looked at his face. His eyes covered in gauze and held in place with tape. The bruises on his face were many. A cage was over his torso to protect the wound inflicted by my...Billy Lake.
"Oh Hey Martin, I didn't see you come back in" Mrs Ross said as she took the seat next to mine. "No the police brought me in around the back" I replied. "I just went for smoke, nerves you know" she added. "Yeah I know" I replied.
"So how did it go" she asked. "He admitted it all to me, the Detective can bear witness to that, he even admitted wanting me dead" I added, with a touch of emotion in my voice. "Martin your Dad" I cut her off, "Mrs Ross, his name is Billy, please don't refer to him as my dad, I do not recognise him as such" I responded, in a tone harsher than I really intended.
"Sorry, okay, Billy is a very nasty piece of work; he has people who look after his interests trust me I know first-hand, remember.
I nodded, knowing everything my, fuck!....everything Billy had done over the years. How mum fell for a thug like him baffles the shit out of me.
"Mrs Ross I know all too well what he is capable of. Before he had you run off, he hospitalised me, he beat me so bad. I could not move for a month. He told the authority's I fell down the stairs. I feared for what he would do to me. so I confirmed his story" I whimpered out. "He hit me often" I added.
"He knew about Peter, he sort of caught us, and well...you seen how he responds to things. I told him I was just curious and left it at that, and then he attacked Peter and then me. He told me if I was gay he would do time for murder. He almost did" I concluded.
A nurse came in to do the routine checks on Peter, checked his blood pressure and his IV's and his catheter. Took his temperature. And then smiled at us.
"Any change nurse" Mrs Ross asked. "No not really, but they have not gotten worse. It will take time. So be patient. The doctor will be around soon. He will explain things better" the nurse said and then left the room. "Martin, I know my son. He is strong, he will pull through. Trust me" Peter's mother insisted. "I hope so. I need him" was my sad pathetic reply.
"Do you love him?" she asked. And that sort of stunned me. "I care, I care very deeply for him. so yeah I think I do" I added. And she smiled. "I know he loves you, he told me soon after we were forced out. He confessed to me that he was gay. I asked if there was someone. And he told me he had strong feelings for Martin Lake, so yeah I know he loves you" she replied and a smile crossed my face, but soon vanished as I looked down on Peter.
"Peter, Peter can you hear me...yeah cause you can...look its time you woke up...I am here, I am not leaving you ever again...your mother is hear" "Hello Pete, its Mum" she whispered. "We both love you very much...so stop being a lazy bones and wake up...okay" I said talking to him stroking his brow.
"Peter I need you...we need you" I added.
"Mrs Ross why don't you head off to your hotel, I am staying until he wakes, I will call if anything changes" I insisted. "Martin I don't want to leave my boy, he is all I have left in this god forsaken world" she sobbed out brushing tears rolling off her face. "He is all I have now as well, so can we share him" I asked. "I would like that, and I know he would also" she replied.
She stood back up picked up her coat, and her handbag and came over to me. "Call me if there is a change, anything okay" she asked and kissed my cheek, and leaned over and kissed Peter on the forehead. "Wake up mister, you are worrying your old mother" she softly spoke, and then looked at me, tears now falling from my eyes freely.
She left and headed out. I sat just looking at him trying to see any sign of movement. I talked about things we did before things got complicated. The shit we got up to when we were just kids. Climbing the tree in old Mr Nugent's back yard to steal apples. Or conkers. I laughed at the memory of him running out shouting at us. And Peter falling from the tree and landing in his dogs crap. It was funny.
I told him how hurt I was when he moved away. I missed him. I missed the fact that my best friend had left. Yeah I know he was forced but that didn't matter all I saw was he was gone. I never heard from him. Letting me know he was okay. I was angry at him for the most stupid things. But when I saw him in the cafeteria my heart skipped a beat.
Now I am sitting here facing that very prospect again. Was he leaving me? Had my dad...fuck!....Billy Lake managed it all over again. Forced Peter away from my life. "Peter you can't let him win, I won't let you leave me again" I cried out. "Peter Ross...Do you fucking hear me!" I spoke a little louder than I had meant to. "I won't let you go from my life...do you understand me" I cried, sobbing like a little love torn teenager.
"Sir Can you keep it down, we do have other patients" a nurse said standing at the door. "Sorry, I won't be a bother" I replied. "See that you don't or I will have to ask you to leave" she added, and walked away.
I sat there for ever feeling sorry for myself. Peter is in this position because of me. If he had stayed away my...Fuck!.....Billy would have never gotten to him, he would be safe. He would be unhurt. His mother would still be in Leeds and not in some cheap hotel wondering if her only child would see out this night.
I somehow dozed off. I woke when light came through the room's window. I looked at Peter and he had not moved. I could see that the nurse had been in as his IV had been changed. I stood and stretched. I was aching I was sore. My own bruises still hurt some. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was just after 7am. I decided to take a walk and get some air. A police officer was still on the ward. Any retaliation from ...almost...Billy's boys...would be scuppered. I also noticed the officer was armed...no chances being taken.
"Mr Lake...where are you going" the officer asked. "Just to get a little air...that's okay isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah sure...just stay close" he replied and I nodded. I walked out of the back entrance. The way I was brought back in the previous day. I walked past a couple of benches and stared at the sunrise. It was beautiful. "You would love this Pete" I said to myself
I turned back and sat on one of the benches. I wondered if I would ever get the chance to be in Peter's arms again. I had just found him again and my...Fuck!.....Bastard...Billy Lake..." I berated.
I sat for about half an hour and walked back into the hospital. I bought a bottle of water and headed back to Peter's room. I passed by a small chapel. I stopped and peered inside. There was a young girl sitting holding a bible silently praying, obviously praying for someone she loves.
I had not been to church since my mum died. But thought that it could not hurt. I sat not saying nor doing anything. I looked at the statue of Jesus and various depictions of the bible. Jesus's on the cross dying for our sins.
I closed my eyes and prayed.
"God. You may not know me. My name is Martin, My friend...My Friend is hurt...I need him God...I have little faith. So if you can show me a sign that you can indeed hear me...God I know I have not prayed since I was a child...but God you took the only person at that time who cared for me" I said in a harsh tone. "God my friend needs you...I need you...I love him...I cannot lose someone else who cares for me...lord...please help me...help him" I begged as I gave prayer, and sobbed whilst doing so.
I sat and talked to God begging for help. I know the churches stance on gay's but I was also told that God did not make mistakes. He made me...okay he also mad Billy Lake...but fuck!....nobody's perfect.
I eventually rose from my seat and headed back to the room. I walked in and Peter's bed was empty. I panicked. I ran to the nurses' station and yelled as to where Peter was. "Please Peter Ross, where is he, I need to know where he is" I yelled
"Martin, Martin" I turned and Mrs Ross was standing there and tears were falling from her face. "No No No...no please God no...don't tell me ...please" I cried out loud.
"Martin...no...they took him to theatre...the swelling on his brain was causing him problems. They have to reduce the swelling...remove some fluid" she said wrapping her arms around me.
"Is he okay?" I begged "I just went for a short walk...I even went to the chapel and prayed for some divine intervention" I told her and hugging her tight.
"It all helps Martin, it wouldn't hurt" she replied.
We sat in the waiting room for over three hours before a Doctor came and spoke to us.
"Mrs Ross, Peter Is out of surgery, we have addressed the swelling and his vitals have returned to normal...or as normal as we can get them...he has had a traumatic ordeal...but it's up to him now...we just have to wait" the Doctor informed us.
"He is in recovery now, but he should be back in his room in ICU in about an hour" he added before he left. I just stood up and grabbed his Mother and sunk my head into her shoulder and cried with relief.
"I told you he was strong" she sobbed back.
We sat in his empty room for almost an hour before two orderlies came in pushing a gurney with Peter lying flat on his back. They carefully got him back into bed. A nurse came in and reattached his IV, and made sure his catheter was secured.
We sat for a couple of Hours and then we decided we needed something to eat. I had not eaten in over forty eight hours and my stomach was protesting. "Just a sandwich for me" she said as we took a seat in the hospital cafeteria. I bought tea and I had a bacon roll, I got the same for her. Strong coffee was a must...caffeine was needed...badly.
We went back and sat for a while sharing stories of what we were like when we were just knee high to grass hopper as she put it...sometimes memories brought a smile and some brought tears.
We spent most of the next few days sitting at Peter's bedside with very little change. The swelling had all but vanished and his bruises began to fade as was mine. The pain I was in had all but gone. Just a little stiffness yeah. But nothing I could not handle.
I t was almost a week since Peter had been operated on to reduce the swelling. And the concern on the Doctors faces was easy to read. I had heard of stories of patients being comatose for month's even years. So there expressions did not look good.
I silently prayed again. The more I did it the more I thought I was helping. Any little help right. I still like I had every night since I had been here. I held his hand lightly. Then all of a sudden, I felt him lightly grip my hand. I was sleepy when it happened. Had I dreamt it, had I imagined it? I watched his hand as though my very life depended upon it. "Come on Pete, don't make me think I am losing my mind" I said, still with his hand in mine.
He gripped my hand once more. "That's it Pete come back to me" I sobbed out. He squeezed my hand again. "Come on Pete open your eyes" I said. "Come on please Pete" I begged., and cried.
"Don't cry, Marty" he whispered with a horsed voice. "Please don't cry" he struggled to say. "Peter!!!" I yelled and pressed the Nurse call button. "Peter you came back to me" I cried out, kissing his forehead. "Where else would I be?" he replied. "Water!" he added
"I could hear you talking to me, I just couldn't answer you" Peter struggled to say, "I love you too" he added. "I won't ever leave you again Marty" he added, taking a sip of water, as Doctors and nurses piled into the room.
"Mr Lake can you wait in the family room" The Doctor said, as he pulled the curtain around the bed. "No he stays with me" Peter yelled, now regaining his voice. "Peter, I have to call your mother anyway, I will be right back" I told him. "Promise?" he asked, "You have my heart and my word, promise" I responded, kissed his forehead and left the room with a huge grin plastered on my face and went to call his Mother.
To Be continued...
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