Chapter 129: Sleeping Beauty Lives

I heard my name, so I tried to open my eyes. It was hard they seemed to be stuck. I kept trying and finally they yielded to my will. The first thing I saw was that Jan was a red head again. I saw her and it triggered the memories from our childhood. The high school dances and of course the crushes. Not to mention the groping behind the gym, while inside the gym the school's basketball team lost another game.

The memories it did not bring back were the ones explaining how I got into the hospital again. I knew who she was, but I didn't know where she was. I knew in the depths of my murky brain, that I was not in my hometown hospital, but I wasn't sure where I was.

Since Jen's eyes were closed I naturally assumed that she was sleeping. I was suddenly very tired, so I returned to sleep without finding out who had called my name. It didn't really seem to matter all that much anyway.

I heard my name being called again. Again I struggled to open my eyes. When the struggle paid off, I saw Mike standing over my bed. "They won't let me stay long. I just wanted to see, if you were doing any better."

"Better than what Mike? How long have I been here?" I asked.

"You have been in the hospital three days. Gwen found you and the dead man, when the cops dropped her off. She called 911 and the cops just turned around and came back. The man was dead and you were just out of it."

"I was what?" I asked not believing I could have heard him correctly.

"You didn't respond to anything, or anyone. I guess you took a short vacation."

"So, all I needed was a little rest?" I asked.

"Well you did have a little infection from the burn, but that is all gone now, I think."

"Has Jen gone home?" I asked.

"She is still here. She has been busy. First it was keeping us out of prison. Then it was being sure the cops didn't tell the story any way, but her way. Now that you are awake, I expect her to be gone tomorrow." Mike said laughing.

"Has she figured out how to legally steal the Atwood's money?" I asked smiling. After all I did know Jen.

"She had filed a claim for damages against the estates of each. I can see the mental anguish for you and Martin." He said.

"Nothing like giving a blowjob to a dead man to cause mental anguish, I guess." I said it smiling up at Mike. "So how is Gwen? That old man couldn't have looked or smelled very good, when she found him."

"She took it pretty hard at first, but you know Gwen. It only seemed to bother her a few hours, then she was on to something else."

"How about you and your dead man?' I asked.

"Like you said earlier, it was him or me and I chose him. I won't regret it, ever." he said.

"Good for you." I paused and thought for just a minute. I have to pee and i'm sure there is a catheter in me. Would you call a nurse for me please?"

"You have a call button," Mike said.

"Stick your fucking head out the door and say nurse. Damn Mike, they can ignore those lights for hours, they can't ignore you shouting down the hall." I was amused that I had to explain it to him. Nonetheless after I did, he went along with it without complaint.

"When he came back in, he was followed by a young Asian nurse. "Yes Miss Stone, what can I do for you?"

"You can remove the catheter, so that I can go pee." I said.

"Yes now that the sedative has worn off we can do that, but you must allow me to help you." she said.

"Are you going to help me to the bathroom, or somehow help me pee. I really think I can do the pee thing alone." I said.

"My, you do indeed sound better," she said.

After I returned from the bathroom, Mike said, "Well you seem to be getting better, so Gwen and I will be headed back to Aster. We need to start editing these files. They won't let us film in the Hospital anyway."

"Ah poor baby without your security blankie, you are just lost." I said with a smile.

"I think you are going to be fine. Yes, I need the camera between me and the world. It is who I am," he said.

An hour or so later Jen came into the room. "Mike said you were awake."

"Yes I am awake, are you? You look like hell." She just smiled as an answer, "Geese you aren't screwing Martin, are you?" I asked.

"Well we both wanted to hang around to be sure you were going to pull out of your funk. Seemed a shame to waste money on two rooms." Jennifer said giggling like a teenager.

"That's just sick. I'm laying in the hospital in a coma, and you screwing the same men I screwed. Nice," I said.

"First of all, it was a drug induced coma to let you rest and reset your emotions. And Martin said you two weren't doing the deed." Jen said.

"Not while I'm in the hospital for sure," I agreed.

"Oh my god, I had no idea you two were actively going at it." she said. I almost believed her. I would have, had it not been for the preacher. Jen had jumped into bed with him just to see what I was doing at the moment. She found out alright, we were both taking it up the ass for the preacher."

"So now I guess Martin will come in and tell me which of us three gives the best blow jobs."

"I do of course," Jen said. not quite serious but almost.

"Right," was my only reply.

"So now that you are back with us, I have to get back to work. By the way, if the Atwoods had anything, it's yours and Martin's now. Comes under the federal crime recovery act or some such nonsense, and also I am suing the shit out of their estates."