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Mark Stevens
The Nurse and the Patient, Part 1
Jonathan Davis walked off the elevator and slowly made his way along the corridor of the hospital where he worked. It was shift change time, and he quickly turned into the room where the night shift met with the day shift to discuss the happenings of their patients.
"Morning, Jonathan," Ann, the head floor nurse greeted, "how was your weekend?"
Jonathan took a seat and sat his brief case on the floor beside his chair. "It was nice being off," Jonathan answered.
"I hope you managed to get rested up," Ann went on. "Something tells me you're going to earn your pay today."
"Oh?"
Ann nodded. "There was a really bad accident last night. "You may have heard about it on the news. I think it was mentioned on the evening broadcast."
Jonathan took a pen and note pad from his brief case. "I bought a new mystery this weekend, and I did nothing the entire weekend but clean a little house, do laundry and read."
"When are you going to get a life," Ann grinned.
Before Jonathan could answer the rest of the staff arrived and the meeting began.
"As I was telling Jonathan a moment ago, we have a new patient on this floor. A thirty-five year old male who was involved in a nasty automobile accident yesterday afternoon. He was brought here and received emergency surgery last evening. He has massive injuries to both of his legs. His name is Lance Thompson. In fact, he's the only new patient we had admitted to our floor. I am assigning him to your section, Jonathan."
"Okay," Jonathan said. "I can handle him, I'm sure."
Ann laughed. "Talk to me in the morning. I'm anxious to hear how you get along with him."
"I will keep you informed," Jonathan promised.
In a few more moments the night shift felt the day shift had been filled in on all of the happenings, and the meeting was over. Jonathan followed the rest of the staff out of the room and headed for the nurse's station. He placed his brief case near the desk where he worked when he wasn't on the floor.
"I'm going down to check on Mr. Thompson," he said.
Jonathan walked down the hall and turned into a room. As he entered he discovered a man lying on the hospital bed, both legs wrapped in a soft cast. He saw the patient was awake.
"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," he greeted.
"If you say so," was the response he received.
Jonathan walked over to the bed and gave the man a smile. "I hear you thought you were in a demolition derby over the weekend."
The patient didn't answer. He shut his eyes and turned his head away from the nurse.
There was a machine hooked to the patient that recorded his blood pressure, as well as his pulse every so often. All Jonathan had to do was make sure everything was still working the way it should.
"Are you still here?"
Jonathan had been reading the notes from the book at the foot of the hospital bed. He looked up. "You're not going to get rid of me that easy," he said.
"Just leave me alone."
"Tell me that when your pain meds wear off and you want more. I will suddenly become your best friend."
"Whatever."
Jonathan finished up and told the patient to give him a buzz if he needed anything. "I'll be back in a bit."
As he headed for another patient room he thought, "Fuck, that guy has an attitude deluxe. I wonder what his problem really is."
Jonathan turned his attention to his next patient, and his morning was suddenly whisked away from him as he worked with the other patients assigned to him. He was unaware of the time until the front desk paged him that his patient in 622 was calling for pain medication.
He went to check Lance Thompson's chart. Coming into the room, he forced what he thought was his best professional smile to appear on his face. "Mr. Thompson, I understand you are hurting. I'm really sorry. Let me check your chart, and I'll take care of you."
As Jonathan picked up the patient chart, he looked at Lance Thompson. "Tell me, sir, how would you rate your pain, ten being the highest?"
"Fifteen," was the answer that came from tight lips.
"I am so sorry. Let me see what you can have, and I will get you fixed up."
Jonathan read the chart and saw the patient could have a shot for pain. "I'll be right back with your shot," he said and left the room.
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For the next two weeks life for Jonathan continued in this same way. He paid close attention to all of the patients that were assigned to him, especially Lance Thompson. Lance had continued to improve, but his legs did not heal quite to his doctor's satisfaction. Even though some improvement was showing, it was not enough for him to be able to care for himself outside the hospital, and yet, he improved enough it was not going to be possible for him to remain a patient.
One morning after the usual shift change meeting, Ann stopped Jonathan and ask him to step inside her office. He followed her inside the small room and took a seat. He watched as she sat down behind her desk, placing her hands on in front of her.
"Jonathan, there is a situation here at the hospital, and I am hoping you can help us with it," she said.
"Is there something wrong?" Alarm was on his face.
"No, of course not," she assured him. "You do an excellent job here. No, the problem is not with you." She was silent for a moment as she appeared to be studying some papers on her desk. "You knew that Lance Thompson was leaving soon, I presume?"
He nodded. "I knew he was improving somewhat."
"Well, unfortunately, he has improved enough he needs to be discharged from the hospital. However, there is absolutely no way he can care for himself once he goes home."
"What about family?"
"Has none; or so he says," Ann said.
Jonathan was quiet for a moment. Finally he said, "So, what is going on here?"
Ann looked at him, a gentle look showing in her eyes. "I would like to ask you something, Jonathan."
"I'm listening."
"Doctor Todd has asked me if I would be willing to give you a leave from the hospital in order for you to take care of Mr. Thompson."
The words were quiet, but they created a huge ringing inside Jonathan's head. When he found his voice, he said, "What the hell?"
"Jonathan, it would simply be this. Doctor Todd thinks that a few weeks with the patient would not only help him physically, but also mentally as well."
Jonathan couldn't seem to think. Finally he said, "When?"
"Doctor Todd is looking to discharge Mr. Thompson day after tomorrow."
"Wow." Jonathan couldn't seem to think of anything else to say at the moment.
"And I assure you, your pay will continue while you are gone, and your job will be here waiting when you are through."
"Why is Doctor Todd pushing for this? Especially for my salary."
Ann shook her head. "I don't have a clue. All I know is he says he will have no problem keeping you on payroll, and he is sure that you will be good for the patient. I'm in the dark as much as you are," she ended.
"You say he's being dismissed day after tomorrow?"
"That's right. I think it would be a good idea for you to take tomorrow off and get some things taken care of. When Mr. Thompson goes home you will be going with him, moving in with him."
"Does he know this?" Jonathan was still having a hard time comprehending everything that was happening.
"Doctor Todd will be here in an hour or so, and he is going to visit with his patient. He will tell you what he wants done. And that, my friend, is absolutely all I know on the matter." Ann smiled at Jonathan. "I realize this is a surprise to you, Jonathan, I really do. I also know that you are an excellent nurse, and I have to believe that Doctor Todd is correct in thinking you will help the patient in many ways. I truly believe there is much more than just the matter of this accident and the result it has brought that is going on here. And again, please do not worry about your job. If Doctor Todd says he has it worked out, then I have no doubt but that he does."
Jonathan stood to his feet. "I will do my best, whatever that is."
"I'm certain you will. That is why Doctor Todd asked for you."
As Jonathan made his way back to the nurse's station his mind was in a jumble. What the hell was going on here, he wondered?
He was surprised at how quickly the time passed and Doctor Todd was soon on the floor.
"Jonathan, I trust that Ann has spoken with you?"
"Yes sir, she has."
"Good. I appreciate your wiliness to help in this situation."
To himself, Jonathan wondered if he had a choice. Aloud, he said, "If I can be of service, Doctor, I will do whatever I can."
"I know that. That is why I suggested what I did to Ann. Why don't you give me a few moments with Mr. Thompson? I will give you a buzz when I'm ready for you to come in the room."
While he was waiting on the doctor to summon him to Lance Thompson's room, Jonathan couldn't help but wonder how that would go. He also thought about the attitude Lance Thompson was continuing to keep, and he wondered if he would be able to put up with his shit.
"Jonathan, Doctor Todd wants to see you in 22," the clerk at the front desk called.
He hurried down the hall and coming to the closed door, he paused for a moment. He took a deep breath and pushed the door back. He walked inside the room and shut the door behind him.
Doctor Todd was sitting in a chair beside the bed. He gave a smile to Jonathan and said, "Come in, Jonathan. Have a seat," he said, indicating a chair on the other side of the bed.
"I hear you're going to baby sit me," Lance Thompson said through tight lips.
"I've been talking with Lance, telling him how much help I think you could be to him as he recovers during the next few weeks."
"I'm sure you are just thrilled."
Jonathan sat forward in his chair. Forcing a smile to his face, he said, "Just think of all the fun we can have, Lance. May I call you Lance? After all, if we're going to be spending all of this time together, don't you think we should cut the formality crap?" He almost said `shit', but thought better of it with the doctor in the room with them.
"Whatever makes you happy," was the reply he got.
"Well, what will make me happy is for you to get the rest you need and to recover so you can get on with your life."
"So you can get on with your life, don't you mean?"
"Lance, I did not say that. As long as it takes, my life will be helping you."
"What if I don't want your help?"
"Then I guess I will just have to work to make you change your mind, won't I?"
"Whatever."
Jonathan decided "whatever" was the word Lance used when he didn't want to face up to anything.
"And, please, if we're going to cut the formalities, call me Jon. Jonathan takes too much energy to pronounce."
"Whatever...Jon."
Doctor Todd stood to his feet. "I understand you are taking tomorrow off, Jonathan."
"That's right, I am. I will be here bright and early the next day to pick Lance up."
"Well, I will leave the two of you alone for a bit, just in case you have something to discuss."
The doctor walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"And you are okay with this set up?"
"It's as much of a surprise to me as I'm sure it is to you," Jonathan said.
"But you are okay with it?"
"How about you, are you okay with it? After all, it seems that I'm the one moving in with you for a few weeks. How do you feel about that?"
"It's not as if I have much choice, is there?"
"Oh, there are always choices. After all, you could be moved to a convalescent home to recuperate."
"I get your point."
Jonathan walked over and placed a hand on the rail on one side of the bed. "Look, Lance, I know this is not easy for you. I really do want to help you, okay?"
"Whatever."
That word again.
"I'll be back in a bit to check on you." Saying that, Jonathan walked out of the room and went to check on his other patients.
At the close of the shift when Jonathan had joined the other staff members in the conference room, several told him they had heard about his new assignment. They all told him how lucky he was to get this time away from the hospital.
Thinking of his patient, Jonathan said, "Yeah, well, we'll see just how lucky I am."
The meeting ran its course and suddenly Jonathan found himself heading out of the building. He walked to his car and drove to his apartment. He had things to do such as get rid of everything in his frig, talk to his apartment manager about his absence the next few weeks, things like that. He also had to decide what to pack and take with him.
Once inside his apartment, Jonathan pulled a suit case down from the closet and threw it on the bed. He started throwing clothes inside the bag, choosing what he would take with him. He decided he could return now and then and exchange out some of his clothes. He had decided that while he looked after Lance Thompson that he would wear every day street clothes, and not the usual uniform that was his normal attire. When he went to bed that night he was tired, and even the prospect of moving in with Lance Thompson and nursing him back to help wasn't enough to keep him awake.
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Jonathan spent the next day getting everything in order. He told his apartment manager what was going on, but that he would come back and check on things, and he would pay the rent the first of the month as always.
He called his mother and told her what was going on as well. She was startled that he was leaving the hospital.
I'm not leaving the hospital, Mom," he tried to assure her. "They have asked that I do home nursing with this patient. They will pay me the same salary, and when he doesn't' need me any longer, I will return to the hospital."
"Really?" she asked. "The hospital will do that?"
"So they say. The patient's doctor has told me he has worked everything out, so, please, don't worry."
"You're moving in with this patient? Do you even know him?"
"There you go again, Mom, you're worrying. I told you, everything is fine."
"Do you even know this patient?"
"Yep, his name is Lance Thompson."
"Is that all you know?"
"I have his address where he lives?"
"What about his family?"
"From what I hear, he has no family. Are you through interrogating me, Mom?"
"A mother always worries about her children."
"Yes, Mom, you do. And I appreciate it. However, you do realize that I have turned thirty, have you not?"
She admonished him, saying, "Don't be a wise ass!"
"Better wise than dumb, right Mom?"
"There you go again."
Jonathan told her that if she needed him to reach him on his cell phone.
"You be careful," she warned him as he hung up.
The rest of the day hurried by, and before it seemed possible, it was late and Jonathan was heading for bed. He had received a telephone call that afternoon from Doctor Todd telling him to be at the hospital at 9 o'clock the next morning to pick up his patient.
As Jonathan lay in the bed his thoughts kept jumping to the next day. His mother was right, in that he really did not know much about his patient. All he knew for certain was that the man said he had no family, and that he had an awful attitude. Other than that, Jonathan didn't know much at all. The thoughts kept coming, and Jonathan tried to shut his mind off. He finally drifted off to sleep just as the sun began to make its appearance in the sky.
The alarm broke rudely into his dreams as it blasted its shrill announcement of "time to get up" in his ear. He reached over and pushed the button, shutting the irritating screech off. He lay there for a moment trying to force himself to get up. Then he got out of bed and hit the shower. As he stood under the hot steamy spray and felt the needles penetrate his body, Jonathan thought about his day. What would it bring? Not only the day, but the weeks that followed as well.
He shut the water off and reached for the towel. As he dried his body, Jonathan thought about his patient. Jonathan was gay, and he always worked hard to keep a professional attitude with his patients, especially the male ones. He never wanted anyone to think he took advantage of a patient or "came on to one" as the saying went. His mind thought of Lance Thompson, and he decided with the attitude he had, there would never be any chance of that happening anyway.
Jonathan finished dressing, took the things down to his car, and after a quick cup of coffee headed for the hospital.
At the desk he greeted his coworkers with a smile.
"Lucky you," they called out.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Doctor Todd was at a desk writing orders. He turned to Jonathan and said, "Good, you're here. I've signed the discharge papers, and Mr. Thompson is all set to go. I've arranged for a med van to take him home. You have your car here? Good, you can follow the van."
"How is his attitude this morning?"
"About the same, I'm afraid. Jonathan, I really do think you will be able to help him. In a month's time I think a big difference will be seen. You mark my words. I don't think you know just yet how much of a help you are going to be with him."
"I hope you're right."
Jonathan walked down the hall and stepped inside room 622. "Good morning, Lance," he greeted.
"Aren't we chipper today?"
"I am, and I hope you will be as well."
"Whatever."
That word again. Jonathan thought to himself, "If I hear that fucking word one more time I'm going to cram it down his throat." Aloud, he said, "Yeah, whatever. You ready to boogie?"
"Whatever."
To himself, Jonathan counted to a quick "ten" and then walked over to the small closet. He opened it and took out what clothes were there. "You ready to dress?"
"Can't I wear this shit home?"
Jonathan looked at his patient. "You could. However, I think the hospital will want its peek a boo gown." He pulled a shirt from the hanger. "You might be better off with this. Or, would you rather wear this robe?"
"The robe will do."
Jonathan threw the shirt in a bag. There was pair of jeans in the bottom of the closet that Lance had evidently had on at the time of his accident. The legs had been completely ripped in order to remove them from Lance's body. The legs were shredded.
"Do you want to take these with you or just dump `em?"
"Whatever."
Jonathan gave them a toss, and laid the bag with the shirt on the bed. Then he said, "Lean forward and I'll help take your gown off and put your robe on you."
For once Lance didn't say the usual "whatever". Instead, he remained silent and sat up in bed best as he could. Jonathan reached behind him and untied the gown. He pulled it off Lance, doing his best not to cause his legs any stress. He gave the gown a toss to one of the chairs and reached for the robe. "Let me help you put this on."
As Jonathan helped with the robe, he couldn't help but admire Lance's chest. It was very flat, and had a thick mat of brown chest hair. In spite of the "professional air" he always maintained, he couldn't keep his cock from doing a little twitch inside his blue jeans. He quickly turned his eyes and focused on Lance's shoulders. "Let's get you covered. You don't want to catch a chill."
"Yeah, whatever."
For once Jonathan was glad to hear the word. At least it took his mind off what he had just seen.
The desk buzzed and said the Med Van had arrived and was here to pick Lance up.
"We're ready. Send them on back."
Two guys came and managed to load Lance Thompson up with surprisingly little pain. They wheeled him on a stretcher out the door and down the hall.
At the desk Jonathan picked up his orders, looked them over, and then told his coworkers goodbye.
"Don't forget us," they called after him.
The Med Van was waiting in the patient loading zone and the attendants quickly loaded the patient inside. Jonathan told them he would get his car and follow them.
He quickly backed his car out of the parking space and drove up behind the van. As he took off behind it, he couldn't help but wonder about the next few weeks. He had no idea what was in store for him, but whatever it was, it was bound to be a wild ride. Of that, he was certain.
End Part 1. Tell me what you think, guys.
Mark