Chapter 4

The lights turning on and the sound of multiple feet entering my room pulled me away from a wonderful dream of a sex worker that I had visited during my last leave. I still didn’t understand the stigma of sex workers in the United States.

The morning was filled with multiple doctors coming in and out of my room, then they changed the brace that had metal in it and replaced it with a solid plastic brace. I was taken in for yet another MRI. I was told that it was my twelfth once since I arrived, however, it was the first one that I was awake for. They informed me that I would be required to lay still, I laughed and said that I doubted that I would get up and dance a jig any time soon. I was finally taken back to my room at 1 in the afternoon,

Petty Officer Day walked into my room shortly after I had returned, while I wanted to nap, as an MRI reminded me of dubstep gone wrong. He busied himself with tasks in my room that seemed to be important to him, but for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why. It gave me a good chance to observe him as he moved around. He kept his hair cut close, but not a buzz cut. There was a high fade, and some sandy gold locks on the top that with some hair product would make for an interesting texture. Based on the height of my bed, I would say he was every bit of six foot, and couldn’t weigh more than 180. If there was an ounce of fat on him, I had no clue where it would be hiding. His razor-edged jaw and sculpted biceps did little to hide that he spent a lot of time in the gym. Day turned around after about twenty minutes and caught me looking at him instead of napping.

“Were you just staring at my ass?” he said with a grin, “I’m not even wearing my good panties.”

“Busted” I laughed.

“Hey, can we talk about yesterday? I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t want you to think that there is something between us. I noticed your cock one day and I had to know what it felt like. I am not ready to start any type of a relationship.” he rambled without taking a breath.

“Look Day, I think the words are ‘I’m not here for a long time, just a good time’”

“Okay, I just didn’t want you to start chasing me and causing issues with my command just because you got a great blow job.”

“It is nice to see that you have some humility in your skills,” I quipped, “but I don’t see me chasing anyone for a while. I am busy trying to figure out where my life is going first.”

Day mumbled thanks and finished up whatever task he was doing in my room. He made his normal rounds, but never again did he seem the least bit inappropriate.

I napped for a couple of hours before being woken again by doctors. They wanted to do nerve stimulus tests on me the next day and wanted to inform me of what it would entail. The smell of hospital dinner coming in through the vents reminded me that I wasn’t eating and still was getting my needs met via tubes and bags. There was a rap on the door and I looked over to see Dr. Rubai standing there with her bag and a suit coat draped over her shoulders.

“Petty Officer Shaw, are you up for a visitor?” she asked.

“Sure Doc, who have you brought to see me?” I asked wondering who would want to see me.

“I was referring to myself, but if you would prefer someone else, I am sure I can try to find Day or Galnore,” she said as she entered my room, hanging a do not disturb sign on the door before she closed it.

She moved across my room with a grace that only someone as small as her could manage. She reminded me of an elf, well, at least in size. Her body reminded me of a prepubescent girl who had little more than nipples, yet her hips moved with a very womanly swing. She sat down in the chair that she moved from the wall and slid closer to my bed.

“There are many questions that I would like to ask you Shaw, but that will wait for a while. How are you feeling today?” She began.

“I am okay Doc, decently rested, but hungry, very hungry,” I replied as my stomach echoed my thoughts.

“Good, that shows that you are getting better. I am sure they will have you on a liquid diet soon.”

“As much as I love small talk and all of that good stuff, I would rather speak on substance Doc, than ponder the platitudes of the day.”

“You seem to like to get right to the heart of the matter Shaw, I can admire that. Shall we start with my questions, or do you have a topic in mind?” She queried.

“How about we start with your questions? I would hate to not have them answered before I get shipped back, and leave you in a state of confusion.”

“I will give you a couple of the topics, and let you address them as you wish. I would like to hear more about your interactions with your Nans. I would also like you to clarify more on the bestiality topic. Finally, if you are up to it, you mentioned being raped. That seems like it is something that should be discussed.” she stated with firmness mixed with compassion.

“Damn Doc, you don’t pull punches either, do you. Okay, let’s start with the heavy stuff then we can move on to the better memories. Years ago, my mother and older brother moved from the farm in Scotland, back to the United States to live near her parents. I had the option to stay in Scotland, and I took it. It was agreed that during the summer holidays, I would return to the States, for six to eight weeks. That worked for the first two years, however one summer I was only in the States for six days before being put on a plane back to Scotland. See Doc, I wasn’t what we would call in shape back then. I was known as the fat guy. When I came to the States, I didn’t know that my brother had been hanging out with some hooligans and that he had hit that stage in puberty where males are in the peacocking phase. I had a lot of baby fat and had what would later be called man boobs.