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Jeremy couldn't make sense of anything. White halls and overhead florescent lights flashed by. He knew he was on his back, but he couldn't get up. A mask covered his face. Faces in scrubs examined him, prodded him. Then blackness again.
The blackness slowly receded, like he was coming up out of a whirlpool. He heard voices, but he'd couldn't fully comprehend.
"No family.....three months....his roommate....shattered....recover"
Sleep took him again.
The next time he surfaced, he could open his eyes and his brain began to absorb his surroundings. The first thing that he noticed was Aidan of all people sleeping in a recliner. Jeremy recognized that he was in a hospital. A blanket covered his body. He had an itch on his nose and instinctively moved his right and to itch it.
Only.....
He couldn't moved his right arm. He's tried the left one. It wouldn't move either. They both felt restrained. Yet at the same time, he really couldn't feel them at all.
"Aahh'", Jeremy tried to call for Aidan but his mouth was so dry, he couldn't talk.
The sound must have been enough, though, for Aidan jerked and opened his eyes. "You're awake, the doctor told me to signal the nurse when you awoke."
Jeremy tried again to form words. He saw Aidan push a corded signal button, then he picked up a stick with a small sponge on the end.
"The doctor also said you'd be really parched, and to let you suck on a this wet sponge. Don't talk."
The moment Aidan touched the sponge to Jeremy's lips, he felt blessed relief. He sucked on the sponge and the dryness evaporated from his mouth.
The door to the room opened and man with sandy blond hair and purple scrubs walked in. He looked to be early to mid twenties. "You need some assistance?" he asked.
"The doctor wanted me to let you know when Jeremy woke up. He's starting to come to," Aidan replied.
The guy in the purple scrubs come over. "How you feeling, Jeremy? I'm Tony, your RN for the day." He checked Jeremy's vitals as he asked.
"Groggy, I guess," Jeremy replied ... groggily. Now that he had moistened his mouth, he was able to speak. "I don't feel much -- why can't I move my arms?" His question ended with a noticeable rise in his voice. He was starting to feel some alarm, but at the same time strangely unemotional.
"You did quite a number on both your wrists, there, big guy," the nurse bantered in polished bed side manner. RN Tony pulled the covers back, and Jeremy saw two matching casts cover from just below his elbows to his mid hand. Both arms were strapped to his chest, like he was wearing a straight jacket. He was wearing a typical light blue hospital gown, with nothing on underneath. "The doctor was afraid you'd move your arms in your sleep, so he had them strapped down, so they wouldn't stray."
"How?..... What?...." Jeremy tried to form the question of what happened, but he was so stunned by his predicament, that he was at a loss for words.
RN Tony gave Jeremy a quick grimace, "I think your friend here can explain it best. But later ... I'll let Dr. Groth know you're awake. He'll tell you what your situation is." After making sure Jeremy had some water and then raising his bed to a sitting position, the RN left. He told Aidan that he could give Jeremy drinks of water now, not just the sponge.
Jeremy looked at Aidan with the question in his eyes. Aidan was strangely quiet.
Finally, more sheepishly than Jeremy had ever seen him, Aidan simply said, "I am so sorry."
Jeremy frowned as the words registered. "You did this?"
"I didn't mean for this to happen -- I was trying to have a small joke, and it went really wrong...."
Jeremy stared at Aidan. Aidan was looking down at the floor, not wanting to meet Jeremy's gaze.
Slowly and with a simmering anger, Jeremy asked,"What.....did......you....do?" Jeremy reflected that whatever pain meds he was one must also be mellowing him out, because there was a part of him that was pretty sure he would be fighting mad normally. And that's saying a lot, because Jeremy was not one to make waves.
Gradually and quietly Aidan explained. "I thought I would just trip you up a little, you know -- have a laugh. So I pulled the fire alarm, and laid down in front of the door, figuring I'd trip you up a bit. But then you came screaming out of the room, like it really was on fire, and your extra speed sent you hard into the floor. You tried to break your fall with your hands, and when they hit, they .... Kind of ... shattered."
At the mention of the fire alarm, Jeremy was suddenly back in the burning room. It was starting to get hard to breathe, He could feel the heat of the flames, "No...No... no!" he called out. He tried to get away, but he was constrained. He started to panic.
Somewhere he heard an incessant beeping start. And then a face was over him, a woman's face calling out, "Jeremy....Jeremy....are you alright?"
mal
The flames receded, and his breathing came back to normal. The woman was wearing a white doctor's robe and had a stethoscope around her neck. She had long dark hair -- just like his mom had had.
Jeremy found a need to explain. "My house caught on fire when I was five. We were all sleeping. My room was an inferno. A fireman saved me." He wasn't going to say anymore, but it came out anyway, as if he need to confess to this motherly doctor. "No one else made it..." he trailed off. He could feel a tear roll down his cheek.
The doctor grimaced and gave Aidan a rueful look. "That explains the panic at the fire alarm. You must have had a flash back. Well, no changing the past."
Dr Groth explained Jeremy's injuries. "Both your wrists are shattered. It took six hours for each wrist. Quite frankly, it's the worst I've ever seen. With your permission, I'd like to use an experimental treatment. It may be the only option for you to ever use your hands again."
Jeremy listened silently as she explained clinically about his options. The new procedure involved experimental bone growth drugs. There were many risks and unknowns, but given the alternative, Jeremy eventually agreed.
"Well," the doctor concluded, "it's probably time for you to get some food in you.". At those words, Jeremy realized he was famished.
"But how am I supposed to eat?"
Dr. Groth looked at Aidan, "Guess you haven't been told everything yet. Well, that's young Aidan's job now.". She gave some final instructions, such as Jeremy could move about, as long as someone was with him. He could eat normally. And with that Dr. Groth left.
Jeremy looked at Aidan expectantly.
Again Aidan became silent for a moment. Finally he started, "After what I did to you, I have no right to ask you, but I need your help." He trailed off looking at Jeremy with pleading in his eyes. "I messed up... real bad... I know that. And well, I have to make up for it. I was given two options. First, stand trial and most likely end up with 20 years in prison..... or....." Aidan started to cry.
Jeremy couldn't believe what Aidan had just said. Shit he was pissed at Aidan, no doubt about it, but it had been meant for a prank. His early rage had mellowed. He knew Aidan hadn't meant anything by it. Hell, they'd both had pulled pranks on each other. Two weeks ago, Jeremy had cranked Aidan's alarm up full blast and set it for 4am when he had come home from a night of heavy drinking. Later the next night (well a couple of nights later at least, once he had recovered from the hangover), Aidan had laughed over it. But this -- 20 years in prison -- fuck that was horrible.
Jeremy was no longer mad at Aidan -- he was very concerned.
"Or what? Is there a way you can get out of the prison time?"
Aidan looked up at the sound of concern coming from Jeremy. Sniffing he continued, "there is an alternative.... but you have to agree...." Aidan was afraid to tell Jeremy. If he said `no', his life was over. As long as he didn't ask, he could reject the offer.
"Agree to what Aidan -- fucking spill it."
"I would plea to a lesser charge of hazing and have to do community service, which would be to take care of you 24/7 until you are better."
Jeremy had been steadily drinking water this whole time. He began to feel pressure in his groin. At first he didn't think any thing of it, but then he remembered his hands strapped to the bed. And then he realized how helpless he truly was. He couldn't feed himself, he could dress himself -- damn -- he couldn't even piss on his own -- which meant....
He couldn't even take a piss without help. Someone would have to `be his hands' and do every thing for him. He was as helpless as a baby.
But it would have to be someone ....
And he didn't want Aidan to go to prison -- not for this.
"I gotta piss." Jeremy said.
"I'll signal the nurse." Aidan moved to the call button.
"Ah.. Aidan... I thought it over. And, well here's the deal. This sucks. But I can't do anything myself -- and that means anything. Someone's gotta help me do this -- and I don't want it to be a lot of people. And since you apparently have no choice -- it might as well be you and we might as well start now."
Aidan halted in pressing the call button. Truthfully he hadn't thought through this assisting Jeremy situation through. What was there to think through -- it was either this or 20 years in prison.
"Here let me help you out of bed." Aidan came over to the bed and put his arm under Jeremy's shoulder blades. "Here you go." He helped Jeremy swing his legs around and off the bed.
Jeremy sat for amount and tried to get up. He almost fell. Having his arms strapped to his chest caused him some balance problems. With Aidan's help he stood up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. Now that the anesthesia was wearing off, Jeremy felt pretty good. He couldn't feel his hands, but outside of that he felt fine. The doctor had told him today would be a good day, but tomorrow, once the nerve blockers wore off, he'd start feeling the pain in his wrists.
Jeremy walked over to the stool. Aidan stood by the door. Jeremy felt his face flush, but his need for relief outweighed his embarrassment. Turning slightly towards Aidan, he almost whispered. "I can't lift my gown."
Aidan also flushed some. But hell he was guy, nothing he hadn't seen before. He walked over behind Jeremy and lifted the gown over his waist. He made sure there was several inches between him and Jeremy's now very naked ass.
Jeremy shuffled forward so his legs straddled the stool some. He pushed his hips forward a bit and then muttered, "Fuck."
Aidan replied, "What?"
Jeremy groaned inwardly. He did not want to ask, but he also did not want to piss on his leg. "You need to aim for me." He said.
"What?!" Aidan replied again, squeaking a little as realized what Jeremy probably meant..
"I can't hit the pisser without aiming. You have to do it for me. Trust me -- I would not ask if it weren't necessary."
Aidan's soft cock was about 3 inches and mostly pointed forward. He often pissed in both stools and urinals with out holding on. When soft, he had a natural angle apparently perfect for pissing in man made devices.. He never even considered that not all guys were so equipped. Aidan looked over Jeremy's shoulder (he was about 4 inches taller than Jeremy) and looked down.
""Holy shit, Jermy (Aidan would tease Jeremy by shortening his name to Jermy), you part horse?" Jeremy's soft cock was about 5-6 inches and thick. Unlike Aidan's penis, it flopped down long his leg. Aidan realized Jeremy wasn't joking. Even standing over the stool, he'd most like piss along his leg, as opposed to straight down.
"Aidan, please -- I really gotta piss."
Aidan hesitated for a split second again -- but the image of a prison cell easy motivated him to help. He reached out and grabbed Jeremy's dick and aimed.
Aidan was caught off guard by how different Jeremy's shaft felt from holding his. It was thicker and warmer. He could feel the piss moving though his vein.
Suddenly in a fit of humor, Aidan started moving Jeremy's pisser around, making circles in the bowl.
"Do you mind?" Jeremy asked. He was suddenly worried that he might react to Aidan's movements. He could feel blood starting to flow south as his piss trailed off.
When the golden stream slowed to a stop, Aidan flicked the penis a couple of times, as he always did with himself to get the last couple of drops off. He then squeezed forward one last time. When he let go, he thought Jeremy's cock looked a little inflated, but chalked it up to his imagination. Or just to the fact that Jeremy was larger than he was soft.
Aidan washed his hands than walked behind Jeremy to make sure he got to his bed.
They were both silent for a moment, the awkwardness weighing upon them.
"Thanks," Jeremy finally said.
"No, Jermy, thank you. I know it's weird, but I shudder to think about my alternative. We're bros and we just deal with it." When Aidan is confronted with awkward situations, he normally resorts to joking, this time would be no different. He continued, "Just know, if you have to take a piss more than once an hour, I might start thinking you like my hand groping you."
Jeremy, who most people viewed as being a quiet, well mannered boy, also tended to make jokes in times of stress. He smiled back at Aidan, "Yeah, well, just remember -- more than two shakes means you're playing with it. I thought you were were going to go for a fourth shake in there." Jeremy laughed.
Aidan smiled and laughed too, "You wish."
Just then RN Tony came in with two trays of food. "Sound like you too are getting along, that should make life easier. Bon Apetit." He uncovered the meals -- roast beef and potatoes with some carrots and milk -- and a cookie for dessert.
Dr Groth says that we need to do three things before you can go home. You need to eat. I need to show Aidan here how to wash you up and show him how to give you your treatments. Just ring me when you're done eating.
At the mention of washing Jeremy up, both boys just grimaced. RN Tony just laughed. "Trust me guys, it's no big thing. Before you know it, it will just be another routine." And he walked out.
*********************** Elsewhere ***********************
The man perused the newspapers every morning, as was his custom. He had ten papers he read through regularly, even though they were all from towns far removed from him.
Suddenly one article caught his eye: "College Student shatters wrists in Prank". He read through it, mentally smirking at the stupidity of college students.
But then he read: *** the offender has plead to a lesser charge of hazing and will serve community hours by taking care of his injured roommate. The student has no family, as they were all killed in a house fire when he was five. The boy alone survived the blaze. ****
The man stared in horror at those last words *** the boy alone survived ****. He had no doubt that it was the same boy. The boy he had been contracted to kill. The rest of the family had been collateral damage. And he was still alive.
If that became known ... well let's just say, it's a matter of kill or be killed....
To be continued ......
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