A Second Chance
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 7
The pain pills mercifully knocked John out for most of the night. But long before dawn he rolled onto his wrists and woke both the pain and himself.
John took another pill and, in a few minutes, fell asleep again. He was dreaming a beautiful dream when someone shook his body and woke him up.
He opened his eyes to find Molly staring at him with a worried expression on her face.
“For Christ’s sake, Molly! What time is it?
“It’s five in the morning,” Molly said. “I was supposed to wake you every two hours, but I fell asleep. Are you okay? Does your head hurt?”
“Yes, but only because you are shouting at me and shaking me like a martini mixer.”
He flopped back down on his pillows.
“I was worried when you wouldn’t open your eyes.”
“I was sound asleep, Molly,” John replied.
She’d slept in flannel man-style pajamas, nothing sexy or revealing.
He had his usual Morning Glory and felt embarrassed. He would have wanted to lay her down on the bed and bury himself inside her body. It shamed him to want her. Would the desire ever go away? There was an alternative method to relieve desire, but, unfortunately, he was fresh out of hands.
Perhaps a shower, preferably ice-cold, would do the trick. But even if he could manage the removal of his clothes and the mechanism on the shower, he couldn’t wash by himself.
Hell, he was lucky he didn’t have to pee, though that would not be the case forever. The enormity of what he could not do swamped him.
The distant low of a cow and the murmur of a man’s voice tugged John out of bed and to the window. Lights sprang to life in the barn, their yellow glow spreading through the windows and across the hood of Red’s truck.
John let out a sigh of relief. Help had arrived. “Would you ask Red to come here to help me with my morning routine, please?
Molly sighed and nodded. “Sure, John. I’ll get breakfast ready.”
Molly went out to greet Red and passed on his father’s request.
Half an hour later both men came down and sat at the kitchen table.
Molly tilted her head. John was wearing a new shirt and sweatpants instead of jeans. Good idea. In those, he should be able to manage personal tasks with the use of his fingertips and thumb.
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