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Touching Part Four
Doctor Scott took a long pause before he continued. "Let me tell you why Sam is having problems. Andrew, the night of the accident, a trucker swerved into the lane of Sam and his family. Sam was driving and he over corrected the vehicle on a very damp road. The car began to fishtail, went out of control and flew into the lake. They had been moving a little too fast and the car went down under the water quickly. Sam's head hit the steering wheel and at first, he lost consciousness. But the cold water entering the car woke him. At that point he realized he couldn't see and panicked. The only way out of the vehicle for Sam was for him to break the driver's window. That's when glass entered both of his eyes. He apparently tried to exit the vehicle and for a moment he was stuck, that's when he began to take in water and drown. He's not sure who, but thinks it was his father who pushed him the rest of the way out the window and Sam came to the surface. He was frightened and blind, but kept trying to go back down to save his family until the trucker jumped in and pulled him to shore."
Doctor Scott continued, "Sam blames himself for the loss of his family and he sees his blindness as punishment for his error."
I listened quietly to the Doc and then asked, "So that's why he acted so violently when I pushed him under the water?"
"Yes, I'm afraid that was not a good idea Andrew. It brought back all those memories for Sam and he hasn't spoken to anyone since that happened," he told me.
"So what about his sight, will he always be blind?" I asked.
"That's up to Sam," he replied. There is an operation, but it doesn't always work and when it fails, the patient is rendered completely and irreversibly blind. Sam won't try the operation, it's almost like he doesn't want to see again and if he won't try, we won't perform the operation," I was told.
"Can I see him?" I asked.
"I was hoping you would want to. You might be just what he needs to talk again and maybe even see again. If he bonds with you, he might want to move forward with his life. Be careful though, he is still hurting and wants to hurt back anyone who comes near him."
"What should I do?" I asked.
"Well Andrew, Sam is back in his room. Why don't you go give it a try? Maybe he'll talk; maybe he'll move forward. We won't know if you don't try."
"Thanks Doc, I'll do my best."
I walked quietly to his room; I opened the door slowly. There, on the bed, curled up in a ball, was the body of Sam Wilson. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to be with him, but I couldn't force myself to move forward. I saw movement; he turned in his bed and faced the door. It was as if he was looking right at me. I was frozen in place. Minutes went by and I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't face him. I didn't have it in me to go in and talk to him. I had failed him again. My head hung low, I turned to leave. And as the door slowing closed behind me, I heard a whimper. It was Sam. I turned back and pulled the door wide open; I ran and sat by his side. I hugged him to my chest and felt the moisture of his tears soak into my shirt. I held him until he regained his composure, wondering how had I allowed this guy to bring me to this level of caring. I had not known him a full week and yet I felt I had known him all my life. He had gotten to me; he made me feel different somehow. I wasn't sure why, I just knew I wanted more of whatever he provided and I wanted so much more of Sam.
"I am so sorry, Sam, please forgive me," I begged.
"Its ok, you didn't know. I hope I didn't hurt you," he said.
"Nah, but if one of your swings had connected, I think I would have been in trouble," I laughed.
I went on, "Sam, I talked with Doctor Scott and he told me that you could have an operation that might help you see again. Why won't you try it?"
"I don't need to see. I told you all my other senses work much better. I'm fine. I don't mind being blind... except it would be nice to see you I guess," he answered.
Just then, the door opened and one of the nurses came in.
"Well looks who's up," she said. "We better get you cleaned up, before you drive your friend away."
"Now, we were just going to, well, do I really have to do it now?" Sam protested.
"Yeah, I've got a lot more to do, so ask your friend to leave. I'll need to supervise you to make sure you don't have another episode.
"Supervise me? No way; not by you," Sam replied.
"Who else? I don't like this any more than you do, but all of the orderlies are busy with other patient," she said.
Sam looked at me pleadingly and to my surprise I volunteered, "I'll keep an eye on him, if that's ok," I said.
The nurse said she would have to check with Dr. Scott, and then she headed back out the door. I shifted my weight from foot to foot and Sam sat quietly, neither of us knew quite how to break the tension. Knowing what might lie ahead, I think, made us both a bit uncomfortable.
It wasn't long before the nurse returned.
"Alright Andrew, Dr. Scott said you can handle the job as long as you're careful to stay in the room and keep an eye on Sam. The shower can get slippery so you may need to brace him especially when he's shampooing his hair. Do you understand and think you can care for Sam on your own?"
"Yeah, I'll take care of Sam. Don't worry," I replied.
The nurse left as Sam and I headed towards the bathroom. Once inside, he removed his shirt, shoes and jeans. He really didn't need any help, so I just watched. Sam looked away. I guess he was a little embarrassed by all this. I watched his boxers slip down his legs and he put is hands in front of his privates as I made myself busy getting the water warm. I turned to him now. He was standing completely naked and looking cold and unconformable. "I guess you can get in, right?" I said.
"No way, Perv. I'm not letting you check me out while I wiggle around under the water," he said.
"Well you have to get clean, and I told them I would watch you. So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Get your butt naked too. At least I won't feel like I'm on display," he remarked.
Well, I told myself, the nurse did say I might need to hold on to him and there was no reason I should get my clothes all wet, so I began to strip. In a minute, there we were, two skinny naked guys in very close quarters.
Sam asked, "Are you naked?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Let me see," he demanded. Sam's hand went out and his fingers found me. He pulled on my dick twice and said, "Ok, let's get clean."
The water was warm; the shower was very small, not build for two. So without much effort, a whole lot of touching occurred. We hadn't been in there for more than a few minutes when Sam complained, "This isn't fair."
"What now?" asked, a little frustrated.
"Well, you can still see me. Get out and turn the light off."
"Okay, fine, I'll shut the light off." I was trying my best and now dripping wet. I reached our and found the switch. The room went dark.
"Is it off?" he asked.
"Yes Sam, I can't see you anymore than you can see me. Do you feel better?" I asked.
"Yeah, hand me the soap," he requested.
"Andrew, that's not the soap."
"Oh sorry. Where did it go?" I asked.
"I think I dropped it," he replied.
Now I had to go down carefully in the dark and feel for the soap. Something hit me in the face... and again. I felt Sam's hands on my head, he turned me towards him and in the darkness I felt his dick brush across my face. It touched my lips. I took him in. I had never done this before, so instead of hearing, "Thank you," Sam said, "Careful with the teeth, Perv."
I held myself in place by placing my hands on Sam's rear. I felt his two soft globes and now my fingers danced along his crack. His dick was getting harder and longer as I kept it in my mouth. I used my tongue to caress him. I felt his soft hands holding my ears. I heard him grunt just before the explosion of warm cream hit in small jets against the back of my mouth. I swallowed the load and collapsed to the floor.
The water turned cold and, in the darkness, I felt Sam move past me out of the shower. The light from the room hit my eyes like flairs as I watched him move away, still dripping from the shower. I sat there alone wondering how I had gotten to this point and if I was being used. I did not feel very good about the event that had just ended.
I crawled from the shower and found a towel. I could see through the door that Sam was dressing. His back was to me and I viewed the globes I had just been touching, wondering what was happening and what would happen next.
Finally, with a towel wrapped around my middle, I walked out of the bathroom. I was thinking, 'What is the point? The kid is blind.' But now I felt I needed to cover up. Sam was sitting on the bed listening to music through his earphones. I dressed in front of him. 'Who cares?' I asked myself. I watched him as he turned away, as if I wasn't there.
Once I was dressed, I tapped him on the shoulder and he took off his earphones and asked, "What now Perv, you want to violate me some more?"
"What?" I asked in disbelief. "What are you talking about? You wanted me to do that."
"In your dreams Perv, maybe you should leave before you attack again."
"Damn right I'm leaving," I screamed. As I walked out the door, my body going away from the place my mind wanted to be, Doctor Scott saw me and in one look, his face turned from a smile to concern.
"Andrew, what's wrong? What happen?"
"I can't do this Doc; he doesn't want a friend, he just wants to hurt everybody around him. I just can't do it. I'm outta here."
I ran past him to my car. My face filled with tears as I maneuvered the streets back to my home. Back... and away from where I wanted to be. Back... and away from the person I wanted to be with. Back... and away from Sam. What choice did he leave me? What else could I do?
Then it hit me. I smiled and knew the answer. At least now, I had a plan.