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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 11
Just as the orderly finished going over what all I would need to do to take care of John mom called to tell us to come home for dinner. We were getting ready to leave when Dr. Patterson walked in.
"Oh good I caught you." He said, "Have you had time to read any of the books I gave you?"
"Not much," I answered, "just the first four chapters of the anatomy book."
"Not much huh." I don't think Doctor Patterson believed me. "Do you have it with you? I'll give you a quick quiz on it."
"We are leaving for supper." Troy said, "But trust me he will know what's on every page. Give him a page number or start a line and he will quote you the rest."
I could tell Troy was proud of me. I just smiled at the doctor.
"REALLY?' he asked.
"My mom says it's a gift I have."
"Bring the book back. I want to see that." You could tell the doctor didn't really believe that.
"Didn't you tell me you never saw someone pick up the routine so fast when you were taking care of injuries after the game?" John asked.
"Yes but," was all doctor Patterson said because John interrupted him.
"He has a photographic memory." John said, "Anything he sees he remembers."
Troy's stomach growled. "We have to go but we will be back after we eat."
As usual I followed like a little puppy dog. We were half way home before either of us said anything. It seemed like Troy was grumpy he was so hungry so I stayed quite. It wasn't that though. It was as if he was in thought.
Suddenly he said, "You are pretty amazing. I can't wait to see his face when you do your thing with the text book. It's going to be so funny."
They were already eating when we got home. Troy remained standing at the table so he could reach everything without waiting for someone to pass it. He would put some on his plate then some on mine. I had to stop him because he would put his size portions on my plate and that was 3 times what I would eat. He did better after I told him. I felt like a little kid again and my mother was fixing my plate.
"Mom," I asked, "If Troy and I move to their house to take care of his dad would you go over and fix him lunch? We could take care of him except when we are at school. They already taught me what I would need to do so we can do everything except lunch."
"Of course I would." She answered. It sounded like she thought it was a dumb question.
I thought about what my sister said. Does mom know? I blushed. I could feel it.
"Are you okay honey?" She asked, "You look flushed."
Shit, shit, shit, why does she always do that? "I'm fine."
Troy put his hand on my thigh. That sure didn't help things. He kept his left hand on my leg while he continued eating with his right. He rubbed my leg and stopped with his hand up against my crotch.
I know no one could see but I felt everybody knew what was going on. Even Robby, who was across the table, had a knowing smile.
Absentmindedly Troy moved his little finger back and forth. It was caressing my balls. I was so hard and it pointed up but the vibrations from my balls made it flex against my boxers. I was close, soooo close.
I grabbed his hand and moved it before I came right there in the dining room. In front of my brother, in front of my dad and oh God no in front of my mother. (It's not funny so quit laughing)
Troy sucked in air. He had this hurt look on his face.
"RODGER!" mom yelled, "Don't be rude to our guest."
"I, I, I" I didn't know what to say. Did she have any idea what was going on and why I stopped him?
Troy put his hand back where it was and smiled. His little finger became more aggressive in its attack on my balls. He went back to eating like nothing was going on.
Oh shit what am I going to do? I tried eating but that was next to impossible. It didn't take my mind off of what was happening like I had hoped it would. In fact the bizarre circumstances made it even worse.
Then it happened. My head flew back. I sucked in air and grunted. My dick flexed in my boxers and they became very wet. I moaned again.
When I somewhat recovered I looked at my brother, he burst out laughing. I looked at my dad, he burst out laughing. I looked at Troy, he smiled.
"Oh my!" my mother said. I looked at her and she was blushing.
I died. Well I didn't but I so wanted to.
Instead I stood up, said, "Excuse me." And ran to my room.
I fell in my bed and buried my face in my pillow and cried. How can I face my family again? I wanted to suffocate myself but that was not going to happen. Maybe I can join a monastery.
Someone sat on my bed. I thought it was my dad because they were rubbing my back like he did.
"I'm sorry." It was Troy. "I didn't know you were so close. I just wanted to make you feel good."
Oh he made me feel good alright, too good.
"Your parents understand." He said.
"No they don't" I mumbled into the pillow.
"Actually they thought it was funny. Your mom said you're not her little boy anymore."
Oh God she knows what really happened.
"She told me I better take care of you."
I thought, what does she mean by that?
"She said I should come up here and comfort you because it was my responsibility now."
Troy picked me up like I was a little rag doll, turned around, sat on the bed and held me in his lap.
I curled into a fetal position with my head on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around me. I totally fit inside his protection. I could have fallen asleep and probably would have but then I remembered we were supposed to go back to the hospital.
"I better take a shower and change clothes," I said, "so we can go back to the hospital."
He kept me wrapped up for a few more minutes. I pushed his arms away and headed for the bathroom.
"Do you want some help?" he asked meekly.
I stopped, turned and smiled, "I think that would take too long."
On the way back to the hospital I asked, "Did she really say I was your responsibility?"
"She said a lot more than that." Troy answered.
"LIKE WHAT?" That made me worried again.
"She said she realized she was not the most important person in your life anymore and,"
"She is too important."
"Yes but not the most important. That's what she said. She told me she realizes how much you love me and that I love you and it was up to me to take care of you, that you are so young but so old in many ways and how easily you can be hurt because of your age and I was to make sure that doesn't happen. I would have to answer to her if it did."
"I can't believe she would say that."
"Your dad and brother were just as stunned as I was. And you too for that matter."
"She doesn't know what we do."
"Oh she knows alright. Somehow she accepts it. She told me to be careful when we do it so I don't hurt you."
"Do what?'
"IT." Troy said, "I told her I already hurt you once and I was not going to let that happen again."
"Oh God NO." Rodger yelled.
"Your brother wanted to know what IT was and how did I hurt you. Your dad said he would explain it to him latter."
"You mean my dad and brother heard that?" Rodger was shaking at the thought that the whole family knew what they were doing. "I can't ever face them again."
Rodger was as red as a tomato.
"It is okay babe," Troy said as he was patting Rodgers leg. "They love you no matter what."
Troy pulled into the hospital parking garage, driving with his left hand as he consoled Rodger by patting his leg with his right hand.
After parking, Troy got out but Rodger just sat there. It was like he was in a trance. His mind wouldn't leave the thought that his whole family knew what he and Troy did. How could he ever be in front of them again?
Troy came around the car, opened the door and pulled Rodger out. Troy wrapped him in his arms and held him tight.
"Babe, it is going to be okay." Troy said as he pulled Rodger's chin up to look at him eye to eye. "She is okay with our love for each other. They all are. I think your brother sees it as he now has two big brothers and your parents now have three sons."
Troy then leaned down and kissed Rodger softly on the lips, a second and then a third, each one becoming more passionate than the last.
Rodger was melting into his embrace, his muscles relaxed and he let Troy hold him. Then it hit Rodger that they were in a parking garage. He stiffened again and pushed Troy back.
"Let's go see your mom before you get me in more trouble than I already am." Rodger said as he walked towards the hospital entrance.
As Troy caught up with him he said, "You are not in trouble."
"We'll see."
They went straight to IC. As they were scrubbing up the nurse said they did not have to put gloves on but they still needed to scrub, gown and mask.
They went into Mary's room and as usual Troy went to one side and Rodger to the other. They each held a hand as Troy talked to his mother. This time instead of talking about graduation he told her how much he was in love and he couldn't wait for her to wake up so he could introduce her to the love of his life. Although Mary knew the person he wanted to show her how much love he had for this person.
Rodger suddenly ran from the room. When he got to the nurses station he yelled, "Where is Doctor Patterson? I need him now."
"I don't know. What seems to be the problem young man?" the nurse said.
"It's Mary, she needs the doctor NOW!" Rodger yelled.
"Calm down and hold your voice down. This is a hospital." The nurse said, "Her monitors are fine so there can't be a problem."
Rodger took off running to the stairs and ran all the way to Doctor Patterson's office. He burst through the door and luckily found the doctor sitting behind his desk.
"Come quick," Rodger said, "There is something wrong with Mary. She is not responding to our touch like she used to."
Doctor Patterson jumped up and followed Rodger back to Mary's room. On the way Rodger said, "I think she has pressure building in her head."
The doctor replied while trying to keep up with Rodger, "We have a tube in to keep fluids from building. She should not have pressure."
As they entered the room the nurse was following. Doctor Patterson pushed Troy to the side to check on Mary.
"What's going on?" Troy asked.
"Nothing," the nurse answered, "this little twerp is getting hysterical over nothing."
"When was the last time you checked her drainage bag?" Keith asked the nurse.
"I don't know, a little while ago." She answered.
"When was it changed out?' he asked.
"Just after six when I started my shift."
"That was almost three hours ago. It is still empty." The doctor was clearly angry. "Get me a clean pack while I scrub. I'm going in here and now."
As he scrubbed he told the boys, "Wait in John's room and I'll come there as soon as I finish."
The boys started to leave then the doctor said, "Wait, Rodger you stay here with me. Scrub again and then pour this all over your arms and hands like I am doing. It is a disinfectant."
Troy left for his dad's room. Rodger and the doctor went back into Mary's room. The nurse was preparing Mary with the clean pack and was ready for the doctor.
"You're not allowed in here while this procedure is done" she said to Rodger.
"He's assisting me." The doctor replied. "I already know how well he assists."
"This is highly irregular and against hospital policy" she said.
She moved to the other side of Mary but the doctor motioned for her to move over for Rodger to assist.
As Rodger stepped into place he could feel his heartbeat in his throat.
Doctor Patterson removed the hose from the bag; carefully put a tool up through the tube to release the pressure on the bladder that was holding the tube in. When he did, the tube came flying out followed by a reddish liquid. It seemed too thin to be blood so Rodger had no idea what it was. It shot out hitting Doctor Patterson in the chest.
He looked at the end of the tube. "It is clogged. Rodger you just saved Mary from further injury and possibly death."
"But, but," the nurse stammered, "Her vitals were all good."
"The bag should be checked hourly to make sure it is draining properly." Keith scolded her.
When the flow stopped Keith used suction to clean the clots that were causing the blockage.
"Open the new bladder bag but let me remove it from the plastic." He told Rodger then to the nurse, "Get me a bladder pump."
Using another clean tool he eased the hose and bladder into Mary's skull. He pumped air into the bladder and removed the tool. Attaching a new bag he told the nurse, "I want this checked every 15 minutes to make sure it is draining properly."
"Yes doctor." She replied then turning to me she said, "I'm sorry I didn't know you were medically trained. I will not make that mistake again."
I just looked at Doctor Patterson. He smiled and winked at me. He reapplied the dressing and gauze to Mary. We went back to the scrub room, scrubbed again and left for John's room.
Troy was lying across John's bed with his head in John's lap. As soon as he heard the door he jumped up and ran to me. We hugged each other tightly.
"Is mom okay?" he asked Doctor Patterson.
Keith turned to me and said, "Ask my assistant. I'm sure he can answer that."
"Yes but it was close. I ran from the room because I thought it needed taken care of right away. She was building pressure against her brain because her drain tube was plugged." I said.
"And it did." Doctor Patterson said. "Any longer and it would have caused damage to the brain. Another 30 minutes and she might have died."
"Come here nerd." John said lovingly, "Troy, if you ever hurt this guy you'll have to answer to me."
Why do people keep saying that?
When Rodger went to John's bed, John pulled him into a one arm hug saying, "God, how can I ever thank you. If this dumb jock ever gives you any shit you let me know."
"He's not dumb."
Everybody in the room laughed, Troy the hardest.
"Okay," Doctor Patterson said, "Where is that anatomy book. Let's see how much you retained. We'll start with the digestive system."
Troy and his dad shook their heads. The old doctor didn't know what he was up against. He had opened the book and was looking for the page he wanted.
"You mean," Rodger said, "where food passes down the throat, down through a muscular tube called the esophagus, and into the stomach, where food continues to be broken down. The partially digested food passes into a short tube called the duodenum (first part of the small intestine). The jejunum and ileum are also part of the small intestine. The liver, the gallbladder, and the pancreas produce enzymes and substances that help with digestion in the small intestine."
Doctor Patterson stood there with his mouth open large enough to drive a tractor trailer through. John and Troy howled with laughter.
"That's on page 42." Rodger said seriously to help the doctor find the correct page.
"I I I" Keith said as he turned to page 42.
The two were laughing so hard now that John was in pain but he couldn't stop laughing.
Keith closed the book. "I guess we don't need to do any more testing."
That started a new round of laughing. Keith joined in with them. I just smiled. I was used to people not believing my talent.
"For God's sake," Keith said, "What are you doing in high school?"
"I haven't completed the credits I need to graduate." I said.
"You should be tested out. What do you need to study for?" Keith said.
"Besides it's fun now that I know Troy." I said.
"You are wasting your abilities."
"But not his youth," John added. "My God, Keith, he is only 14 let him be a kid."
"I lose." Keith chuckled holding his hands up in surrender.
He then added, "I would like you to spend more time with me here at the hospital. I think it would benefit both of us."
"I would like that." I said, "I could come here after school."
"But what about me?" Troy asked sounding really hurt.
Without thinking I replied, "Use your hand."
Everyone roared except me. I turned into a tomato again. I can't believe I said that.
It was close to eleven when John yawned. Troy and I were tired also so we decided to head home.
"Whenever you are here at the hospital," Keith said to me, "Let the nurse know and they will page me. I will let you know if something comes up I want you to experience. If you can be here before 11:00 tomorrow maybe you can make rounds with me."
"We go to 9:30 mass," I said, "So I don't know if I can be here by 11:00."
"Okay," Keith replied, "But be here as soon as you can. I'll wait in my office for rounds until you get here."
It was after 11:00 PM when we got home. My mom wasn't there but my dad was waiting in the kitchen.
As we walked through the kitchen heading for the stairs my dad said, "Sit down, both of you." He did not yell but said it forcefully.
We sat down next to each other on the opposite side of the table from my dad. He hadn't even said anything and I was blushing. I also felt my stomach crawl into my throat.
He just looked at us. We looked at him. No one said anything for a long time.
"Your mother and I." he finally said but then he stopped. He took a deep breath and let it out. It was quiet for a good two minutes.
"We," he started again, "We ah, we don't agree with your life style. We think it is wrong."
"But dad." I said but Troy grabbed my arm. I looked at Troy and he slightly shook his head no.
"I researched on the internet," my dad went on. It was clearly hard for him to talk about this. "And your friend, What's her name?"
"Sherrie?"
"Yes Sherrie. It seems she is correct about genetic markers show a predisposition to be homosexual." He shuddered when he said the word.
I could tell he didn't even like saying the word let alone have a son that was one.
"We think Troy should sleep in the guest room until his dad goes home." He was looking at Troy.
"NOOOOOO!" I yelled.
Troy grabbed my arm again and said, "Let him finish."
"Keep it down," dad said, "Your mother and brother are sleeping. Give us some time to think about this. We just can't let you continue to sin under our roof and not do something about it."
There was a long period of silence except for my crying. I just don't know how I could ever sleep without Troy.
Finally Troy said, "We will follow your wishes but our love for each other is strong. We will get through this."
Troy stood and helped me stand. He had to support me all the way up the stairs and into my room.
Giving me a long passionate kiss he said, "Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning."
I collapsed onto my bed. Right after my door closed I started sobbing.
Robby came into my room saying, "Where's Troy?"
I sobbed harder.
"I'll kick the fucker in the balls." He said. "He isn't going to get away with this."
I finally slowed long enough to say, "It's not him. It's mom and dad."
"Is that all." Robby said, "You can get together without them knowing. Besides you said you both were moving to Troy's house Monday to take care of his dad."
I stopped crying and thought about that. Then I thought maybe they won't let me and started crying again.
"Jeez," he said, "You can't do without for two days?"
I don't know but something about the way he said that struck me as funny. I didn't laugh but I did stop crying again.
Robby laid down with me. He half covered my body with his. He put his leg over my butt and his arm over my shoulders. It wasn't Troy but it did comfort me enough that I went to sleep.
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