Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 12 - The Will to Survive
It had all gone quiet. I thought death was upon me.
I heard my name being shrieked but did not recognise the voice. Someone gently rubbed the left cheek of my face.
There was a short period of silence.
Someone gently ran their fingers through my hair. They were saying it would be all right. What did they mean? What would be all right?
I realised a few days later it would be me that would be all right!
Next thing I could remember I was being moved around. My hands were untied and something was forcibly pushed down my throat.
This turned out to be an airway tube. I had been intubated. This was the only thing that kept me alive a bit later on, as my windpipe was swelling up so much through the throttling of my brother and the vomit from me being violently sick.
There was a pain in the back of my right hand. I later found out this had been a needle with a very strong painkiller sedative mix in the syringe.
I was unconscious from then until Wednesday afternoon.
As I have no recollection of the events after my assault and rape I had to get this information from other people. Their accounts are below.
THE ACCOUNT FROM MATTHEW’S FATHERI was returning home after doing the weekly shopping with my wife. We were just about to park the car when one of our neighbours flagged us down. What they told me made my blood run cold.
They had heard noises and screams from the house. A few moments ago someone had run away wearing Daniel’s favourite jacket.
I looked towards the front door and it was open!
Being old and frail the neighbour had not dared go into the house.
Fearing for the safety of my children I took a crow bar out of the boot of the car (I have one for work, and it was with the rest of the tools).
I entered the house and slowly searched the entire ground floor of the house. I got to the bottom of the stairs and heard the stereo from my youngest son’s stereo. My stomach tightened and my blood ran cold. Throwing caution to the wind I bolted up the stairs.
The door to Matthew’s bedroom had been violently kicked and now rested against the wall. Fearing the worst I entered the room.
The realisation was worse than any parent’s worst nightmare!
My youngest son was lying on the floor of his bedroom. He did not look like my son. He was covered in blood, and lying in pools of blood, faeces, urine, and vomit. The smell was almost overpowering. Worse still was the fact that his hands were tied behind his back. There were marks on his ankles that showed they had also been bound. The worst thing by far though was the fact that Matthew was naked.
I yelled Matthew’s name but got no response. I knelt down and gently ran my hand over his left cheek. He was still warm! He was alive! I moved slightly to listen. Yes! Matthew was still breathing!
I ran downstairs and got on the phone. I called for an ambulance. I did not notice my wife go past me and up the stairs. She had heard me call Matthew’s name in a mad panic and gone to his room.
I had just got off the phone when the screams started. My wife had seen Matthew! I rushed back up the stairs to where my wife of twenty years was hysterically screaming. It took all my strength to get my wife to leave the room and go outside to flag down the ambulance. She would be no use here.
While waiting for the ambulance I gently brushed my hand through Matthew’s soft hair, trying to comfort him, and myself as I kept telling him while I cried that it would be all right. I had not felt tears run down my face since Matthew’s birth, and they had been tears of joy. I prayed that this incident today would not be the means of his death.
The ambulance crew soon arrived. They were told where to go while the neighbours comforted my hysterical wife.
The ambulance crew soon took vital signs where Matthew laid. They quickly ascertained that it would be safe to put Matthew on his back to finish a quick examination.
They cut the cords that bound Matthew’s wrists. They found something that gave me a feeling of revulsion the power of which I have never felt before or since.
“That’s part of the breathing problem!” one of the paramedics said seeing the boot print on Matthew’s chest. I asked them to stop a moment so I could look properly. The sight made my stomach churn. I recognised the boot print!
The boot print came from Daniel’s boots! These were the same boots we had brought him for Christmas after months of nagging. The fact that Matthew’s own brother had inflicted this harm on his little brother was more than I could bear.
My stomach churned, knotted, and lurched all at once. I leant away from the ambulance crew and was physically sick!
The ambulance crew said I would be better off if I waited downstairs. They were nearly done getting Matthew ready for the trip to casualty and would follow soon.
With a nod I went downstairs, still with tears in my eyes.
As I got downstairs the phone rang. Operating on autopilot I answered.
“Hello, is Matthew about please?” the cheery voice of Steve requested.
I did not know what to say at this point. Luckily one of the neighbours took the phone from me and merely asked whom it was.
“Matthew’s best friend,” I answered.
The neighbour gently told Steve Matthew was not able to come to the phone. This answer did not please Steve who gently told them Matthew was expecting this call and said he would be in.
“What can I tell him?” asked the neighbour.
“I will tell him,” I answered.
I quickly told Steve that Matthew was not well, and we were taking him to hospital.
Steve took this badly. He sounded frantic as he asked what was wrong. I asked Steve if either of his parents were in, as I did not know how to explain this to a child, but could to an adult. A few moments later Steve’s dad was on the other end of the phone.
I quickly explained what I had discovered upon arriving home, and that Matthew was in a very bad way and off to casualty. We (both his parents) would be going as well. Steve’s dad instantly offered himself as a taxi service back home day or night rather than us use a mini cab etc, as we could be in for a long wait.
He also requested that if Matthew was not to survive to call him, as he knew Steve would want to say good bye, as would his parents. If Matthew’s condition improved overnight to please call, regardless of the time to put their minds at rest. This I readily agreed to.
Steve’s dad finally stated he would explain to Steve the situation, and asked we take care.
The ambulance crew were now coming downstairs and so I thanked Steve’s dad and put the phone down. All three of us then got into the ambulance for the race to casualty. Matthew really was in a mess, and I honestly didn’t know if he would pull through.
The ambulance ride was fast, rough, and quite terrifying! During the journey I told my wife I had to show her something. I dreaded doing this, but knew I could not keep it a secret. It would tear our marriage apart if I did. I lifted the blanket to show her the boot print. She took in a deep intake of breath with the shock of what she saw.
“That’s not, is it?!” she asked in disbelief. I merely nodded my head with fresh tears running down my cheeks.
My wife embraced me and cried with intensity only a mother who has had her heart broken can cry with.
We soon arrived at casualty and were taken to the relative’s room. This was by far the worst hour of my life. We knew we would have to wait though to allow the doctors to save Matthew.
I remember the time the doctor came to talk to us. It was the most relief I had felt in a long time. The doctor told us that Matthew was stable, and very lucky. Despite having numerous injuries none were serious enough to bring about his demise. The same could not have been said if Matthew had not been found as early as he had. If he had been left his windpipe would have closed, and he would have choked to death. The time was five past seven in the evening and from what Matthew told me later his admission to hospital was less than an hour after the attack. If we had not been shopping the attack would not have happened! This made my wife and I feel terrible.
The doctor said we could see Matthew. He did warn us that Matthew was “out of it” with the drugs they had used to sedate him, and would be so until at least lunchtime tomorrow. We should also prepare ourselves for all the pipes, tubes, and machines Matthew would be attached to.
We were shown to Matthew’s bed. There was a security guard outside the ward.
“Standard practice,” was the answer. The guard would be stationed there until the police arrived for a chat, and then the situation would be reviewed.
Matthew was indeed a mess. Fresh tears ran down both our faces as we looked at the battered state of our youngest child. It is a sight no parent should have to see.
After getting over the shock of all the tubes and wires and machines I looked at the notes. Matthew did not have a permanent chart as yet. They made terrifying reading. The list read as follows: -
Head – Stitches applied to wound on rear (X15), front – stitches applied (X8) to right eye, right eye severely swollen, consistent with heavy blow, nose not broken, superficial wounding, no treatment needed, top lip split in two places, bottom lip in three, no treatment needed, bruising to left side of jaw consistent with a heavy blow, x-ray done, no treatment needed.
Neck – Bruising (severe) consistent with attempted strangulation, windpipe swollen from strangulation, and vomit not cleared from pipe. Air tube to remain in place until windpipe swelling reduced.
Left shoulder – Dislocated, swelling consistent with forced movement after dislocation, bones put back in place, sling to be used to hold arm still, apply sling once patient conscious.
Chest – Four cracked ribs, these four plus two others bruised from “stamp or kick” of severe force. Severe bruising of the skin will follow.
Stomach – Bruising consistent with heavy blow, scan done, no treatment needed.
Groin – Swelling consistent with severe “stamp or kick”, catheter fitted as a precaution in case urethra compromised, bruising to skin expected to follow.
Anus – Injuries consistent with forced penetration and sexual assault. Examination proved no injuries of concern, only minor tissue damage, lubricant to be applied before and after all bowel movements to aid healing.
Ankles – minor skin damage consistent with being tightly tied, no treatment required.
Tears ran down my face again at just how savage Daniel had been in his attack on Matthew. The police would have to be involved. We could not allow anyone else to be attacked like this. Thankfully my wife agreed, and the police made plans for a major search for our eldest son. As a precaution the security guard would be stationed near the ward Matthew was staying in until Daniel had been found.
After all this was organised I arranged that I would go home to sort out the essentials as regards to work, and would return in the morning. I would get a few hours sleep, my wife demanded to stay the night, and would go home when I came back.
After a tender kiss I bade my wife and youngest son goodnight. I don’t know if he even felt me kiss him on the forehead but I still loved my son and did it anyway. I phoned Steve’s dad who said he was on his way. The fact that it was now almost two in the morning did not matter.
I got home, slept for a few hours (badly) and then made the necessary phone calls to works, and schools. After a quick shower I went to the hospital to take over the vigil by my youngest son’s bedside.
My wife left for a few hours sleep, and we arranged that as soon as Matthew woke up I would call her, and she would return.
The Account From Steve’s FatherIt had been a long tiring boring day at work. It had been meeting after meeting and I really wanted a quiet evening. No chance!
Steve asked if he could call Matthew as he had finished his errand early.
“Yeah,” came the response from my wife.
One minute later Steve was calling frantically for one of us to come to the phone. I got there first. What I heard truly shocked me. Matthew was being rushed to hospital after being beaten up, badly. His dad was almost crying on the other end of the phone. This was very serious.
After being given the details I needed I offered myself as a taxi service, and asked if we could be contacted if Matthew improved, and especially if it looked as if Matthew may die, as Steve would want to say goodbye. After getting these assurances I put the phone down. I now had to deal with my youngest son!
I took a deep breath. Steve was waiting expectantly with a look of terror on his young face. He was also fidgeting with nerves. This would not be easy.
I took Steve into the living room. I had just poured myself a brandy to relax. I would not be drinking this now. I wanted to be sober for the phone call. I got Steve to sit down while I got my wife to tell her at the same time.
I gave the brandy to Steve. Steve thought the worst and tears started to run down his face. I gently looked at my youngest son, took a deep breath and began.
“Steve, I have to tell you something you do not want to hear,” I started, “Please let me say it all at once, and then I will answer all the questions I can.” I finished.
I then told Steve that Matthew had been attacked in his bedroom. He had been found half dead by his father and was now on the way to casualty. Matthew’s dad had requested that we do not go to the hospital until he phones. We would be called when Matthew improves, or if he gets worse to say goodbye.
I then asked Steve to honour this request. I knew that Matthew meant as much to Steve as his other brothers, but the state Steve was in, he would do more harm than good.
Steve had been crying all the time I made this short speech. He promised not to run to the hospital as long as I would take him if needed. I promised to this. I then extended my arms to my youngest son who leapt over and started sobbing without control into my chest.
My wife joined me in trying to comfort our youngest son. This would not be easy. Steve wore his emotions on his sleeve as far as Matthew was concerned. Steve would be a nervous wreck until we got any news.
After about fifteen minutes Steve managed to compose himself. I got him to drink some of the brandy to help calm his nerves. Steve would need to calm down or he would not sleep at all that night.
All of us were on edge for the rest of the day. Steve was sent up to bed at the normal time. I knew what the odds of Steve actually sleeping were, but we still had to make him try.
Steve did go to bed as requested. Tonight though he refused point blank to have his bedroom door closed. Even downstairs we could hear Steve tossing and turning as he was so pent up with nerves he could not settle.
We went to bed late. It was midnight now, but Steve was still awake. He was crying as we went past his bedroom door. My dear wife helped comfort Steve and then joined me in the bedroom. We settled down to sleep.
The phone finally rang just after two in the morning. The phone had barely rung twice when we heard Steve bounding down the stairs to answer. Steve must have missed a couple of stairs in his rush as we heard him crashing down the last several stairs. It turns out Steve had not slept at all before the phone rang. He was still wide awake.
I got myself out of bed and joined Steve by the phone. At least the news was good. Matthew was stable, and on the road to recovery. I was requested to get Matthew’s dad and take him home. His wife would stay overnight.
Steve immediately asked when he could visit. I tried to tell him this was not the time, but he was so frantic and persistent I ended up asking. To my surprise I was told Steve could come round after school the next day, as Matthew would probably be grateful to have someone near his own age there.
Steve jumped up and down with joy at this answer and gave me a big hug. I told Matthew’s father I would be there in twenty minutes. I then put the phone down.
“Okay young man,” I started being gentle but firm. “Bed, and sleep.” I finished.
Steve gave me a kiss and started up the stairs to bed. As promised I picked up Matthew’s dad and took him home.
After dropping him off, I told him that if he needed anything all he had to do was call.
I then returned home. Steve had finally got to sleep. He would be a mess the next day. I would also have to change my plans so I could meet Steve at the end of the school day to take him to the hospital.
Steve was indeed a mess the next day, and was almost late for school. I promised I would be at school to meet him at the end of the day. With a big hug my youngest son left for school.
As promised I managed to reschedule things and met Steve at the end of the school day. Steve looked a real mess. Was he actually in a fit state to see Matthew in hospital?
After a short drive we were within the hospital grounds. Steve was already getting ready to jump out of the car. I would have to put a stop to this. I punched the button that locked all the doors to the car.
Steve looked at me with a look of true confusion and despair.
I gently gripped both of his arms, looked him in the eyes and told him the following: -
“I know you really care for Matthew, but you will not make a scene. Matthew would not like it, and neither will I. You WILL take my hand and walk slowly with me, or we turn around now!” I stated.
Steve nodded his head, his eyes filling with tears.
“I know you are scared, but Matthew will need a rock to lean on, and you will probably be the person beyond his parents that he needs, so please be good for me,” I gently asked.
Steve leant over and we exchanged a loving hug.
We got out of the car and entered the hospital building. The smells hit our noses. Steve remembered the last time he was here. It was when Nathan was rushed in for a burst appendix.
The memories of that event, and also remembering that Matthew would be in a terrible state made Steve very nervous and afraid. Instinctively he took my hand and squeezed tighter than I thought he would. He was truly worried about seeing Matthew. I looked at my youngest son to see if he wanted to leave. Matthew would understand.
“No!” my son said reading my mind. “I have to see Matthew. I would not be able to live with myself if I abandoned him in his time of need,” was the response.
We soon arrived at the desk for the ward. After announcing ourselves we were asked to wait while the nurse checked with Matthew’s parents. They would need to say okay for clearance past security. This being given we were shown inside.
Matthew was at the far end of the ward. All the curtains were closed. I asked Steve once more if he was sure, and he nodded. I pulled the curtain aside to allow us entry and stepped in. There was a loud gasp from just behind me. The weight on my left arm suddenly increased dramatically. I almost went over and looked to see what had happened. Steve had passed out! Just as well Matthew was asleep. He would not have wanted to see that.
My youngest son soon came round from the shock and blushed. Just after this Matthew woke up from his nap.
Back To Me Telling The StoryI finally came to Wednesday lunchtime. Dad was there holding my hand. Upon seeing me awake he rang the buzzer for the nurses and wept tears of joy. In my drugged state it took a little while to work out what was going on. I soon realised I was in hospital. There was a tube stuck down my throat, and I felt weird. This was the effect of all the drugs I had pumped into my body.
As soon as I woke I tried to grab at the tube in my mouth. My dad gently stopped me, and said I would have to wait for the nurses. Soon there were several medical staff around me. I was told that they would take the tube out, but because my throat was swollen they may have to knock me out to put it back in. I was asked if I understood. To this I nodded my head.
The tube was soon out, and an oxygen mask put over my mouth. This would make breathing easier for me, and would allow me to stay awake a bit longer.
I was furious that a catheter had been stuck inside me. I had forgotten about the kick to my genitals. I was told that the tube could come out tomorrow if I could urinate freely. I would have to drink a lot and tomorrow would be the best time to start, as it was already afternoon today, and not the best time to start anything that may mean a trip up to theatre if it went wrong.
I did not like the idea, but relented. For the next few hours I slipped into and out of consciousness with my dad staying by my bedside. A few hours later mum was there as well.
I was able to stay awake for up to half an hour now. All the sedatives were wearing off, and only the severe fatigue of my body trying to repair so much of itself made me nap.
After one of these naps Steve and his dad were here by my bed as well. Steve was holding my right hand quietly crying into the sheets of the bed. I gave his hand a good squeeze. Upon feeling me give his hand a good squeeze Steve looked up at my battered face and his entire face lit up with joy. What he said next took me by surprise though.
“I’m so sorry!” Steve gently whispered. “This is partly my fault!” he added.
There was no way I was going to allow that! There was no way Steve was to blame for this. I let go of Steve’s hand and ripped the oxygen mask from my face. I then grabbed Steve’s arm, hard!
“You are not to blame for this!” I said as loud as I could through my sore battered throat. “Don’t you dare say you are to blame!” I continued. “Say this is not your fault!” I demanded, finishing.
I was leaning forward and I had a face like thunder glaring straight at Steve.
“Ow! Matthew you are hurting my arm!” was all Steve said though.
“Say you are not to blame for my brother doing this to me!” I demanded again. My voice was little more than a whisper but I was shouting as loud as I could.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow! Steve continued. “Okay!” Steve stammered tears running down his face. “It’s not my fault!” he chocked out.
“Say it like you mean it!” I yelled “I will not have you blame yourself for this. YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME FOR THIS!” I screamed, even thought it only came out as a loud whisper.
“I’m not to blame, I’m not to blame, I’m not to blame!” Steve yelled out in agony. “Please let go of my arm, It’s not my fault, let go PLEASE!” Steve now yelled and pleaded.
I relented and let go of Steve’s arm. I had left deep marks from my fingernails in his right arm. Without meaning to I had really hurt Steve. He did not let it worry him. He knew I had not meant it.
I had leant back against the pillows panting. The oxygen mask was put back on me, and we all took five minutes rest.
During this time Steve was gently informed by both my parents that he was not to blame. From what I had told them they had worked out that Daniel was high on some drug or other when he had attacked me, and that is what was to blame. Steve was also told gently but firmly he was not to feel any guilt about my being in hospital.
(Steve would eventually forgive himself, but it would take time).
After I had got my breath back I asked all the adults to leave for a few minutes. I wanted to look myself over, and was only really comfortable if it was Steve and I here. Much to my surprise they all agreed, and said they would be back in half an hour.
“Are you sure you want to do this, and to have me see it?” Steve asked.
I nodded my head. “I can only feel a general numbness everywhere, and want to see why I am so drugged up.” I answered.
To help with this Steve gently removed all the sheets and also got a mirror. I slowly looked my entire battered body over. Steve had tears running down his face and I finally realised just how badly my brother had assaulted me.
I asked Steve to pull the dressing up from my genitals. Steve looked at me with real concern, but I could not do it myself. Eventually Steve relented. It was not as bad as I thought. Yes there was some swelling there, but not as much as I thought. I even found the courage to feel my little boy cock and ball sac. To my surprise there was no pain from either. I wondered if this was the effect from the drugs and so touched my swollen and bruised right eye.
It was NOT the effect of the drugs! My right eye REALLY hurt at even the lightest touch! I decided I would be trying to pee on my own tomorrow. What a pain in the ass patient I was going to be.
All too soon the adults returned. As soon as they were back I popped the question.
“When can I go home?!” I asked. This took everyone by surprise.
“Only the doctor can decide that,” my mum gently said.
“I want to go home!” I stated. “Would you ask, please,” I begged.
My dad relented and asked if a doctor could pop round to have a chat with me. To our surprise my doctor was in the next ward and was at my bedside within ten minutes. The news was good as far as I was concerned. If I was able to breathe without the need of an oxygen mask, and urinate unaided, and I had someone to help me move around, keep an eye on me, and make sure I took the numerous tablets I would be on, I could go home on Friday.
“How long will Matthew need help?” Steve asked.
“For a few weeks until all the swelling and bruising have gone or subsided,” the doctor answered.
This would not be possible for my parents. Steve and I knew it. Steve then surprised us all.
“I will look after Matthew!” he stated.
Everyone looked at Steve with astonishment, especially his father.
“School finishes on Wednesday, and we have nothing planned for the holiday.” Steve started, “As well as that Matthew’s parents still need to find and help Daniel,” he added.
“Matthew,” Steve’s dad started. “Do you mind if the four of us leave you alone while we talk this over between ourselves and the doctor?” he finished.
I was yawning while he asked this and shook my head. I was asleep again before they managed to leave for their chat.
I awoke from my nap to find Steve there sitting by my bed. There was no sign of either set of parents. Steve had a big grin on his face.
“What have you managed to pull off?” I asked.
“If you are well enough I will be your personal nurse from Friday evening!” Steve answered with an air of triumph.
“How did you manage that?” I asked with astonishment.
“Don’t ask!” Steve replied. You don’t want to know what I had to promise to pull this one off!” he finished.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked. “You will have to dress me, tend my wounds, wash me, and probably have to change the sheets if I can’t control my bladder and goodness knows what else!” I finished.
“I know,” Steve answered. “I wanted to spend as much of the holidays with you as possible,” he continued. “I know it will not be as much fun as usual while you heal, but I will be able to spend twenty four hours a day, seven days a week with you, and that is what I want!” he finished.
“How could I possibly refuse you then!” I answered smiling.
“I hope you won’t!” Steve answered smiling as well. “It is nice to see you smile again!” he added.
“Thank you,” I replied. “I will be honoured to have you as my personal nurse and general slave!” I added cheekily.
This brought a proper laugh from Steve. It was so good to see Steve laugh. He had looked quite ill when I first saw him this afternoon.
At this point our parents arrived. Seeing both of us smiling, and having heard Steve laughing they knew what had happened.
“Steve has told you then?” my mum gently asked.
I nodded my head and thanked everyone for doing something so wonderful for us both. Steve was then told it was time to leave. He had homework and I was tired.
“See you tomorrow?” Steve asked.
I shook my head, and seeing the shock on Steve’s face said, “You have a lot to get ready and you can’t leave it all to your parents.” I started. “Besides, if I fail to pee on my own tomorrow I will not be allowed home. I don’t want you to see me in a bad mood, as well as battered and bruised.” I explained.
Steve nodded his head. I then asked if everyone could leave and I could say goodbye to Steve.
Steve’s dad shook me by the hand to say goodbye. He also wished me luck for tomorrow and looked forward to seeing me Friday.
My parents also left, but only momentarily so Steve and I could say goodbye. Steve leaned forward and gently kissed me several times on my swollen lips. His lips barely touched mine, but he still kissed me with a great deal of love. He also kissed me gently on the tip of my nose, and then properly on the forehead.
“Thank you.” I said with true feeling at being treated so gently and so lovingly by Steve.
“You deserve it,” he gently said. “Now pee your heart out tomorrow so I can take you home and be your nurse!” he cheekily added.
“I will.” I promised smiling. I meant that promise as well.
Steve then gently squeezed my right hand and left.
My parents walked back in.
“How did Steve convince you all to let me stay with him?” I asked as soon as they sat down.
“Steve asked us not to tell you the answer to that one!” my mum replied. “You will have to ask Steve to get that answer,” she finished.
I felt quite put out at this, but was told that Steve had requested in no uncertain terms that I was not to know what he was willing to give up to look after me.
I was soon asleep again, but this time for the night. My parents took it in turn to stay by my bedside through the night.
I woke the next morning desperate to try to pee on my own. There would be two stages to this. Stage one was that I was to drink until all the fluid running through the catheter was clear. This way if I could not pee on my own there was less chance of getting an infection. The catheter would then be removed, and time would take its course.
I immediately started drinking as much water as I could after breakfast. At lunchtime the catheter was finally removed and my bladder slowly started to fill again. This did cause a little discomfort as it pushed all the bruised bits of my body about. After a two hour wait I was finally ready to pee. I urgently asked for a bottle and also for my mum and dad to leave me with the nurse.
My bladder was full to bursting and let rip. I could feel the urine charge down to my little cock and took a deep breath. I did feel discomfort and pressure as the urine eventually reached the end of its journey.
At first only a trickle came out and with great discomfort.
“Relax!” the nurse gently coaxed.
I took a few deep breaths. Sure enough as I relaxed the urine flow rapidly increased and all the discomfort went with it.
“Well done Matthew,” the nurse started. “We will have the doctor watch you for the next one and if he is happy you will be on your way home soon.” She added.
I smiled broadly at this and carried on drinking for all I was worth.
It only took an hour and I was busting to pee again. The doctor arrived quickly (he would have missed it otherwise) and I “enjoyed” another long urination into a bottle. This time there was no discomfort.
The doctor was quite impressed. He asked if he could examine my penis and scrotum with my parents present to check for any swelling and pain.
I readily agreed and the doctor had a general feel around. He gently rolled by testes around inside my ball sac. He also gave a few gentle pulls and squeezed my penis a few times. I watched with interest. The doctor also watched my face with interest. He noticed that I did not bat an eyelid at the examination. To check I was not bluffing he then prodded my stomach.
“Oooooohhhhhhh! That hurt!” I moaned out loud.
“I hoped you would say that,” the doctor started. “I had to be sure you were not bluffing!” he gently added.
I was told that the doctors were happy with my being able to urinate freely and without discomfort. All I would have to do for the next few days was to keep drinking large quantities of water to avoid any chance of infection.
A few stitches were now the only reminder of the catheter. I was very pleased with myself. I was nowhere near as groggy as the day before. I was better within myself. Apart from walking being very slow and difficult I was mobile as well.
That was it. I would be leaving for Steve’s on Friday. I managed to get my parents to phone Steve to give him the good news. I was actually quite a cheery soul now. I had the curtains opened wide so I could see everyone else on the ward.
Even though I looked a real mess I was soon talking to the other children on the ward and making friends. My parents did insist that the other children would have to come to me. Moving about was still very difficult. It actually put my parents out a bit when I insisted they went home to get a proper nights sleep. They soon agreed when I stated that they looked almost as ill as me. They also needed to rest as much as me!
They promised to return after breakfast in the morning to help me dress and get ready to leave. After being kissed on the forehead they both left and I was soon in a deep drug induced sleep.
Part 13 – Leaving Hospital to The Care of Steve Friday morning dawned bright and clear. It would be a wonderful day. This made my good mood even better.
My parents arrived soon after breakfast. They had a piece of bad news for me. Nothing major but a setback all the same.
Neither of my parents had been able to enter my bedroom to fetch clothes for me! I must admit I could understand why they had this problem. Something would have to be sorted out after I left hospital where someone else would get my clothes for me.
They had thankfully gone to a shop and got me a few clothes so I had some to wear home.
After a reasonably cheery morning and afternoon for me Steve and his dad arrived. The discharge orders had been signed; numerous bottles and packets of tablets with instructions had been given to me. Other instructions regarding drinking plenty of fluids etc had also been given. This included exercise, what foods to avoid for a few days and anything else thought necessary.
Steve asked where all my clothes were. After being told why they had not been brought Steve volunteered to go into my room and pack all the clothes I would need. We all agreed this was the best way to do this. Steve’s dad said it was fine, but we would have to get a move on as he had a meeting to attend later on.
Having been dressed by my parents earlier I was now ready to go. I asked Steve if he would help me walk to the car. Steve had other plans.
“I want to get you home today!” he joked. “You can walk to the end of the ward saying your goodbyes, but then you will be pushed to the car,” he finished.
I thought about arguing with Steve, but soon realised he would not budge on this matter. I slowly walked over to all the other children I had met. We exchanged email addresses and said goodbye.
As promised the wheelchair was at the end of the ward. I was surprised at how tired the short walk along the ward had made me. I was quite happy to sit in the wheelchair and have Steve push me to where the jag was waiting.
After gently helping me into the jag Steve sat beside me for the journey to my house.
“Do you want to wait in the car or come inside?” Steve asked.
“Even though I am scared to go to my room, would you please take me there?” I asked Steve.
“Of course, but only if you are sure.” Steve replied.
We soon arrived at my house. Steve carried me from the car to the front door and all five of us entered the house.
Steve again asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I nodded my head and was carried up the stairs to my room.
Both of us were apprehensive as we neared my room. Steve saw the boot print on the door. He also realised that this was the same boot print that had been embedded on my chest until the bruising had disguised it. Steve had an involuntary shudder.
“You okay?” I asked.
Steve nodded his head. He had not realised how difficult this would be for him as well now it came to it.
The door was closed, just as the ambulance crew had left it.
“Do you want to go first or me?” Steve asked.
“Me first, with you right behind me,” I answered.
With my hands shaking wildly I took the handle to my bedroom door. Summoning up all the courage I had I slowly turned the handle. Steve gently placed a hand on my right shoulder to give me the knowledge that I was not alone. He was here for me.
“Help me!” I pleaded. I did not have the courage to open the door on my own.
Steve gently put his hand over my own and we opened the door to my bedroom. As soon as the door was open the smell hit us with a vengeance. We were both almost physically sick as smell of three day old vomit, shit, urine, and blood blasted up our noses.
Steve quickly found a way to the windows of my bedroom and opened them to get rid of the smell.
As the fresh air wafted through we were both able to look around the room. I was still standing in the doorway frozen in terror. Steve was the other side of my room with tears forming in his eyes. He could see where I had been raped, the cords used, where my clothes had been thrown, where I had been found on the floor, where my head had been smashed against the window frame, and finally where my father had been sick upon seeing the boot print on my chest.
The rage building in Steve against my brother was beyond comprehension. Steve wanted to pummel my brother to a pulp. If Daniel had shown up at this time Steve would have killed him in his rage.
Steve took a few deep breaths and looked towards me. I was still in the doorway unable to move in my terror. Steve threw my bed sheets aside and came towards me.
“You still want to do this?” he gently asked.
I nodded my head but was still unable to move.
Steve gently took my right hand and slowly pulled me towards him. Instinct took over and to stop myself falling over I entered my bedroom. Tears started running down my face as the terror of Tuesday filled my mind. Steve noticed my eyes glazing over and knew he had to stop me going into this trance. Steve gave my right cheek a mild slap.
“Ow!” I moaned.
“You must not dwell on the events of Tuesday,” Steve insisted. “You need to tell me where your clothes bag is, and what you want packed,” he gently finished.
Coming back to my senses I told Steve where my suitcase was, and Steve was soon packing almost all the clothes I owned. Steve also packed all my dirty clothes with the exception of the clothes I had been wearing on Tuesday. Steve asked what I wanted done with these clothes.
“Would you burn them with the bed sheets on the bed?” I asked.
“Of course,” Steve gently answered, “but why?” he asked.
“I want as few items of Tuesday to survive as possible. I want to be able to wipe that day from my mind if at all possible!” I answered.
Steve nodded, even though he would never be able to fully comprehend the full terror I had felt. He would help me have my bonfire to help me heal.
Everything packed Steve closed the large window to my room and opened the small window so the smells of the room could dissipate.
Steve went downstairs with all my clothes and other bits I had requested to be packed. I slowly followed as I could only manage the stairs very slowly. I had started to feel a major emotional need to scream out and cry. This feeling had come and gone all the time I had been in hospital, but I had never been alone long enough to let my emotions free. The need to let all my emotions go was now rapidly building. I was going to snap soon and wanted to be alone to do it.
After saying goodbye to my parents (who were going down to the police station to get information about the search for Daniel) I was in the jag on the way to Steve’s. As we got close to Steve’s house I turned to face him.
“Steve, when we get to your house would you please run me a special bath?” I asked. “There is something I need to do.” I added.
Steve looked at me with real concern in his face.
“You want to have a cry don’t you?” he stated realising the need within me.
“Yes,” I answered, “But I have to do this alone. Please don’t ask to be with me. I need to let all my emotions go, and be free to let my feelings go.” I added knowing Steve would want to “hold my hand” to support me.
With tears building in his eyes Steve nodded.
“Only for you!” he said showing me again how much he cared for me.
Steve’s dad had heard this conversation but had said nothing. He knew I needed this privacy. He had a couple of times in his life, so had his wife. He also knew Steve would need him while I was in the bathroom.
We left my suitcase in the car. Steve carried me to the house while his dad opened all necessary doors. I was soon on a comfy sofa being gently undressed by Steve’s dad while Steve got my bath ready.
A waterproof dressing was applied to where the catheter stitches were to stop the stitches getting wet. Steve’s mum then entered the room. As this was the first time she had seen me in my battered bruised state she looked quite shocked. She kept her composure (I don’t know how) and gave me a small bell.
“As soon as you are ready ring the bell. One of us will be up to help you,” she gently told me.
I thanked her warmly, but I was rapidly losing control of my emotions. My breathing was getting ragged as I did my best to hold back the need to scream out my pain. Steve’s parents knew I would soon burst and were getting as nervous as me that the bath would not be ready in time.
Thankfully Steve arrived at this point. He saw the state I was in and quickly lifted me up to take me to the bathroom. Steve’s parents followed and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They knew what was coming and knew Steve would need them as soon as he left the bathroom.
The bathroom smelt wonderful. After I had done crying it would feel nice and relaxing. This would be a great help. Steve gently set me down on the edge of the bath and I put one finger in the water.
“Perfect.” I stated. “Please get me in quickly and then go as fast as you can!” I requested. “You do not want to hear me!” I added already choking on my emotions.
Steve quickly helped me into the bath and made sure the bell was close. He then quickly left the bathroom and closed the door.
Steve did not run away as I requested though! He stayed just the other side of the door. I was now so far gone in my inner turmoil I could not hold back any longer.
After a few deep breaths I screamed a very loud cry of pure despair and pain. This was followed by an even longer cry of pure despair. I then broke down and cried hysterically at the situation I had been put in. The fact that I had bottled this mass of emotion for two solid days had not helped.
Steve was still right by the bathroom door when he heard my first wail of pure despair. The hair rose on the back of his neck, his stomach twisted, the colour drained from his face, and his eyes filled with tears in an instant. He also went weak at the knees.
Steve’s parents had also heard me wail, but only quietly. They looked at each other and knew Steve would soon be crying on their shoulders. Steve would now realise how much of a mess I was. They also knew Steve would be terrified by the noises he had just heard and would need their help, just as I would need Steve’s help.
When Steve heard the second wail of pain he could not take any more. His legs gave way from under him and he crumpled to the floor. He was almost physically sick and was terrified as it dawned on him that the physical damage to me was merely the tip of the iceberg. The emotional damage was beyond measure.
With tears streaming down his face Steve crawled along the landing to the top of the stairs. He saw his parents waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. He saw his loving and caring father stretch his arms towards him.
Steve went into autopilot. He stood up and ran down the stairs almost knocking his father over he ran into him so fast. Steve cried without control as his father held him tight. Steve felt his mother come up behind him and he was then cocooned within his loving parents. Steve cried with the true pain of a friend who knew he was little help to one of the most important people in his life.
I got over my crying fit before Steve got over his. After fifteen minutes I had managed to clear out all the pent up emotional “baggage” I had been carrying. I was actually feeling quite cheery now I had released the pain and anger and despair. I rang the bell and waited for Steve to come and help me out of the bath.
Steve was still crying when all three of them heard the bell. Steve looked at his dad with despair. Steve was not ready to face me.
“I will go son,” Steve’s dad gently said. He left his son to be comforted by his mother.
“Come in,” I gladly answered hearing a knock at the bathroom door.
“Steve is still upset at the moment,” Steve’s dad told me upon seeing my surprise that Steve had not walked in the bathroom.
I realised that Steve had not run away as I had asked and my head sank.
“No no no no!” Steve’s dad said. “You did warn Steve what he would hear if he stayed!” Steve’s dad gently said lifting my chin with a finger. “Do not feel guilty about what has happened. At least Steve knows the real size of the job he has taken on. That is the most important bit,” he finished.
“Would you like a gently sponge down and hair wash, or to get straight out of the bath?” I was gently asked.
“Do you mind giving me a full scale wash?” I replied.
“Of course not, just tell me if I am too rough where you are sore,” was the reply.
I was then given a gentle but thorough wash from head to toe by Steve’s dad. He was careful around everywhere that was bruised and vigorous everywhere that was “healthy”.
Once this was done I was gently lifted out of the bath and put down on a stool to be dried.
“Now I know where Steve gets his gentle strength!” I stated during the drying.
Steve’s dad smiled at this and I smiled back.
“You are feeling better now you have let your emotions free aren’t you?” Steve’s dad asked.
“Much,” I started. “I just wish Steve had not heard my wailing,” I finished.
“Never mind, he will soon get over that as you heal and smile and joke as usual,” Steve’s dad gently assured me.
“Ready to be carried downstairs to your regular nurse?” Steve’s dad joked at me.
“Yes please,” I replied with a big smile on my face.
I was gently picked up and carried to where Steve and his mum were sitting together. I had asked Steve’s dad to put me on Steve’s lap when we got there. Steve was still feeling very low when I entered the room with a big grin on my battered face.
I looked at Steve looking forlorn and decided to lighten his mood.
“You will have to learn to do what your patient tells you to do!” I told Steve trying not to laugh as I said it.
Steve looked at me with pure astonishment at what I had just said.
At this point I was gently put on Steve’s lap. I took Steve’s face in both of my hands and gently kissed the tip of his nose.
“Thank you for caring so much,” I began, “but if I say run again please run. There are some things I have to do on my own once in a while,” I finished.
Steve nodded his head. He even managed a smile.
“Now is my nurse going to dress me, or am I to stay naked as the day I was born!” I quipped smiling broadly.
Steve smiled broadly as this as well.
“The porter has not brought your luggage up yet,” Steve quipped, so will my dressing gown do as a temporary measure?” he added with wild sarcasm.
Without waiting for an answer Steve gently moved me off his lap and vanished. He soon returned with his dressing gown and helped put it on me. I was soon lovely and warm and very cosy. I would soon be asleep even though it was still early. There was one thing I had to sort out first.
“Will you take me to school on Monday?!” was my surprising request.
Steve did not know what answer to give to this question. Luckily for me, one of Steve’s mum’s friends was in the PTA for the school and would be able to get hold of my headmistress. They were given the number for Steve’s and asked to call so the matter could be discussed.
The phone soon rang. The conversation took a long time. Basically if I was able to attend without too much help being needed it would not be a problem. There was a room I would be able to go into if I needed a sleep or anything else. Steve would be given a pass to allow him access to me whenever needed. It would also be good for all my friends to see me before the end of the school year to ease their fears.
That decided I asked Steve to take me up to bed. Even though it was only eight I was exhausted. Steve happily obliged and told me that after he had put me to bed he would sort out my clothes. These would all be put into the guest room, as Steve did not have enough space in his wardrobes for them. Thankfully for me I would still be sleeping in Steve’s room.
When we entered his room I noticed there were now two beds in Steve’s room. I was partly relieved and partly put out by this. Steve explained that until I had healed a bit he did feel it best we slept in different beds so Steve did not hurt me by accident by leaning on anything bruised and battered. As there was also a small chance I could have an “accident” through the night there was also a waterproof sheet on the bed I would be using. Steve did say that as soon as I was ready we would both be sleeping in the same bed, just not to tell his parents who had stipulated that as I was now a “permanent” guest Steve could not spend every night on the floor (where Steve had told his parents he had slept when I had stayed previously).
Smiling at Steve I was gently put to bed. Steve did ask if I wanted to wear any pj’s or clothes but I shook my head.
“I like being naked in bed since I met you!” I stated making Steve blush.
I took all my bedtime tablets and Steve gently kissed me goodnight. I was soon asleep as Steve sorted out all my clothes and other bits in the guest room before getting ready and going to bed himself.
As he settled for sleep in the bed beside mine Steve gently reached across and took a gentle hold of my right hand. To his surprise I gripped his hand in mine. I had missed feeling the closeness of Steve holding me in my sleep and even though we were only holding hands it meant a lot to me (even in my deep slumber). Watching my rhythmical breathing Steve was soon asleep, but the events of the last few days meant Steve would not sleep well.
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