Chapter 5

I was awakened by a wonderful sensation of a warm mouth on my morning erection. I was so tired after the events of yesterday that all I could manage to do was realize that this wasn’t just a dream, but one of my two lovely companions must be causing this sensation.

Then I felt another warm mouth suckle one of my testicles and while I wanted to wake up completely and enjoy the sensations, my arms, legs, and eyelids felt like lead so I just relaxed and went with the flow, savoring the very pleasant sensations that were coursing through my body.

It took a few minutes, or at least that was how it seemed to me, before I started to cum into a willing and eager mouth. When I was through, the warm mouth left me with gentle kisses until I slowly slipped back into a deep slumber, a warm body nestled on either side of me.

The evening before had been exhausting. When we returned to the hotel, I was so fatigued that Alex and Jennifere had been forced to call Tony to help me to my room. Once there, I had collapsed onto the bed and only vaguely recalled Alex helping me undress and getting me under the covers.

I remembered Jennifere bringing in some dinner and coaxing me to eat it, feeding me when I started to drift back off to sleep. Once she was satisfied that I had eaten a sufficient amount, she let me roll over and fall back asleep.

It wasn’t until they joined me in bed later that night that I had any real conscious thought. But it was only momentary, just enough to ask if we had heard anything from the hospital. Alex shook her head and told me to go back to sleep, that we likely wouldn’t hear anything till morning.

So, I snuggled in with the two of them and drifted back off to sleep.

When we did hear the news, it wasn’t with a pleasant call from the hospital, or a thank you from one of the families.

Instead, we were treated to blaring headlines on the morning news shows proclaiming that I had healed three children at the hospital and more tests were underway today to confirm that they were cancer-free.

One of the residents at the hospital was too excited by the prospect of his patient being cured to keep the news to himself. So, he had, of course, immediately gone to the press that was camped out at the hospital entrance and proclaimed that I had healed his patient. When confronted with the testimony of the resident, the hospital issued a press release saying that over the course of the evening, the patients with whom I had visited had experienced some positive improvements in their status, but due to patient confidentiality concerns, they were unable to say anything more.

Of course, the press took this as confirmation of the resident’s story and ran the news that I had cured the three children I had visited!

When Jennifere saw the story, to say she was pissed would be an understatement. She gave new meaning to the phrase ‘If looks could kill!’ She immediately got on the phone and started chewing out anyone and everyone associated with the hospital. Threats of lawsuits and even worse, refusal to work with the hospital in the future soon had the staff begging her for help on how to fix the situation.

While she worked this angle, Alex had called the Chief of Staff she had met yesterday and gotten confirmation that the three children had indeed gone through a rather difficult evening of fevers and extreme pain, but had impressively recovered and seemed like normal happy, healthy children when the house staff had gone to visit them on rounds this morning. Testing so far had shown no evidence of cancer anywhere in their bodies and the staff were astounded by the miraculous results.

By the end of the call, he was begging Alex to arrange another visit where I could repeat my experiment on some of the other children in the hospital. Alex, to her credit, told him that we were very unhappy with the way the hospital had handled the situation. He had tried to play the poor children’s card, but Alex took one look at me and shook her head.

“Healing those children nearly caused Mr. Dekker serious harm, we worked to revive him most of the night. He is still recovering from the exertion that went into the effort. I can’t see him returning until next week at the earliest and even then, only if your institution makes some serious changes in how they protect Mr. Dekker and his work.

I was just happy to rest and recover, letting Alex and Jennifere do what they needed to do to protect our interests. I was happy to watch the crazy speculation that was occurring on the television talk shows. It would have been absolutely entertaining if it hadn’t been about me. Even so, I had a few good laughs along the way.

My favorite theory was that I had implanted alien technology into the children and they were the first recruits into my army to take over the earth. Thankfully even the hosts thought this was hilarious and it didn’t gain any further traction.

But if I had secretly hoped to fade back into obscurity as time passed, I now knew that was impossible. I had known it before, but accepting it was a whole other matter!

After eating a large breakfast and watching the news for about an hour, I felt the fatigue of last night start to return, so I went back to my bedroom and lay down, thinking that I might grab a quick nap. My head hit the pillow and that is the last thing I remember.

I awoke to the incessant poking and prodding of Dr. Greywell who was once again at my bedside.

“We really have to quit meeting like this!” I groaned.

“I agree. When are you going to ask me out on a real date?” She smirked in reply.

“By the way,” she continued, “I’m mad at you!”

“And just why in the world would you be mad at me?” I asked.

“Two reasons! One, I had the chance as your physician to document another amazing ability of yours and instead, I get to hear about it on the news with the rest of the world! And secondly, your superpowers don’t seem to work on me since I had no difficulty resisting your commands from the last time.”

I laughed and realized how good it felt to laugh. It was a laugh both of relief that not everything I said to someone had the power of a command, and a laugh that she was back and teasing me.

“What time is it anyway?” I asked.

“It is 5 pm on Tuesday,” she replied. “But I am supposed to be asking you those questions to see if you are oriented to time and place!”

She added the last bit with a smirk and a wink.

Once again I spent the next twenty minutes or so going through her tests, making sure I looked, sounded, and felt the same. If she had asked for a taste, I was resigned to let her have one.

“Really? You’d let me taste you?” She exclaimed.

I froze. I was certain that I hadn’t said anything aloud. Judging by the way that Dr. Greywell froze as she leaned over the bed to listen to my heart, I think this same fact had dawned on her.

She stood up quickly and fixed me with a look.

“I think we need to have a long talk, Mr. Dekker.” She said with a firm voice and steel in her spine.

“That is more than fair, but I need to ask you two questions,” I answered. “First, if this is about me, are you comfortable with Alex and Jennifere being here? And secondly, just where do your loyalties lie? Are you committed to your patient, to your government, or to someone else?”

I could sense that Alex and Jennifere were just outside the door, anxiously awaiting the Doctor’s report on why I was sleeping so much and if I was injured in some way by the events of yesterday. Thus, it would only take a shout to bring them charging into the room. But I would rather they heard it firsthand than have to rely on me to tell them what happened. They also had proven they could be quite useful in a fight if it came to that.

“I’m fine with your two companions joining us, I would like to hear their views on what has happened to you over the last few days. As to where my loyalties lie, I can only promise that I must first be true to myself. And part of that is my oath that I took as a physician long before I took my oath to protect my country in the armed services. If it comes down to protecting my patient or helping my country, I would always protect my patient.”

I nodded but my mind was flooded with reasons that she might betray me, but she was probably in a great position to help me with her knowledge. It dawned on me that I needed a lawyer on staff probably just as much as I needed a staff physician. I was certain that Alex and Jennifere already had someone in mind, and if they didn’t Tony did.

“Let’s agree to a mutual non-disclosure agreement. I’m sure that Jennifere can get us one rather quickly and then we can have a frank discussion. I would like to get your opinion on a few things and it sounds like you have a few questions for me!”

We quickly agreed to meet again at 7 pm for an en suite dinner when she was officially off duty and Jennifere could get a non-disclosure agreement ready.

By the time that Dr Greywell returned, I was feeling mostly human. Alex and gotten me to eat a protein-rich snack and I had gotten in a long hot shower. I had even managed to get Alex to let me shave!

When I returned to the main room I could see that Jennifere was still working the phones quite hard, negotiating a settlement with Sick Kids as well as with the television stations that had first reported the news. I was quite amazed at the concessions she had extracted from them when Alex had briefed me as I ate.

It turned out that Alex had known the lawyer, an older gentleman who specialized in human rights and immigration issues. He had a small but very well-respected firm in Toronto and had contacts around the world. Alex had met him at a charity dinner for immigrants where she had been working to raise funds for orphans from the former East Bloc countries.

He had faxed over an NDA for us to sign, but he also wanted to attend and was waiting in the lobby until Dr Greywell arrived and consented to his presence.

When she walked into the suite, I felt that we were as prepared as possible. I had gotten Jennifere to quit for the evening and Alex had helped her change for dinner.

Tony issued her into the dining room where he had arranged for a lovely meal to be catered by one of the restaurants in the downtown core with which the hotel had an agreement. He had been concerned that we might have grown bored with the hotel menu and wanted to ensure that we got a taste of what Toronto could offer.

We gathered around the table and I remembered to ask if Mr. Branna could join us.

“Dr. Greywell,” I began but she interrupted before I could get any further.

“Please call me Susan,” she said quietly. “I’m off duty and I think we can use first names.”

“And please call me Tim,” I replied in kind. “I wanted to ask if you minded if our counsel, Mr. Branna could join us. He has also agreed to sign a non-disclosure but felt that he needed to understand the nature of the conversation if he was to represent either of us if it came to that. He suggested we think of him as an arbitrator.”

“Knowing Mr. Branna and his work and reputation, I have no objection,” Susan responded.

A few minutes later we were all seated around the table, eating a lovely dinner of lamb chops and assorted roasted vegetables making small talk.

“Shall we start the discussion before the evening gets away from us?” Mr Branna asked.

With nods all around, I thought I would start, but I was surprised when Susan jumped right in with her story.

“So, I am what would probably be called an empath,” she started with a bombshell that had us all sitting back and stunned into silence. “And that is the response I usually get when I tell people.” She continued.