Chapter 17: It Was A Stormy Night

It must be a full moon tonight.

First Mary and I are getting it on when right as we both come, her appendix bursts. Then I hear an alarm going off that caused doctors and nurses to go rushing past my room. When I stuck my head out a bit, I saw a man cursing loudly at everyone saying they couldn’t stop him from seeing someone. Security had to hit him three times with their stun guns to finally make him drop to the floor. Then there was the nurse that kept complaining about how she had to work a double shift because someone was out and the hospital wouldn’t pay her overtime.

Everything seems to settle down around nine, so I turned on the TV. Right as “The Regular Show” started to get interesting the cable went out.

I can’t win tonight. I don’t even have Mary to talk to now.

Not tired or having anything better to do. I found the other pair of dark glasses and went to the bathroom to wash my face before I changed them out.

Yuck! These reek!

When I had washed around my eyes, I tried using soap and water to clean the other pair, but they stunk almost as bad as when I had taken them off. Alcohol wipes help a tiny bit. Still, it wasn’t enough that I was going to put them back on. I took them to the nurse’s station to ask what they suggested. They just took them and said they would put them through the sterilizer to kill off the bacteria, and maybe fungus, that was causing the nasty smell.

Why didn’t I think of that? I could have zapped all of the gunk and just washed them off.

As I was heading back to my room, I noticed that I started feeling a bit like I had the day I got struck by lightning. I shrugged it off as just another crazy thing today. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep, but I woke with a tingling inside my head.

Something feels off.

I turned on the place in my head to check. It was green, yet seemed to pulse a little bit. Worried that this might still be bad, I turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. I found that it wasn’t going to happen. Ten minutes of tossing and turning told me why I hadn’t felt this happen to me already. They knocked me out the last time a storm was coming by the hospital!

Now I have absolutely nothing to do. Might as well see what is going to happen.

Without doing it myself, I was back looking at the place in my head. It pulsed I saw all of the lines around me seemed to be gone. When the next pulse happened, I was looking both at the place in my head at the same time as I saw, very far off in the distance, a bolt of lightning that surged through the air between clouds. Lighting hitting a tree, which caused the wood to explode outward as the water turned to steam, made the place in my head pulse, actively. Unlike when I was looking at the lines of power and people around me, it didn’t matter if I had the place in my head on or off. If I had my eyes closed and looked out in the distance, I could find the lightning. As I watched, I realized what they had taught us in science class about how lightning works wasn’t right with how I saw it happening.

Before each strike, I saw the differing charges between the clouds and ground building up until a string of energy went down from the cloud to the ground. That made the path from the ground arc up into the sky. As soon as the arc ended, the air rushed in to cause the thunder.

Is this why people say the hairs on their arms and neck stood up just before lightning hit around them?

When I closed my eyes, it seemed to me that I was standing just a few inches away from there, the arc of energy would be following the ionization path back up toward the clouds. Opening my eyes had me right back safely in my hospital room.

No way am I getting to sleep until the storm passes, so I might as well go to the dayroom to watch it come this way.

In the dayroom, I found the lights were already off for the night, and this part of the ward was utterly silent. Outside I could see the city lights reflecting off the incoming clouds. I couldn’t guess how far off the storm was by looking and yet I could sense that it was moving fast. I just saw the faintest flashes of lighting in the clouds as the only nurse now on shift found me looking out the window.

“David, we were supposed to be missed by this line of storms, but they changed direction to head right at us. There are orders to sedate you whenever a storm is approaching. Since you already seem to know about it, I will let you go ahead and deal with any demons the storm may cause, as long as you are quiet. You have to promise me that if you start to get scared or feel like something is wrong, you will come to the nurse’s station immediately. If I weren’t the only one on this floor tonight, I would sit with you so that you had someone to talk to if you wanted. When you were in your coma was had to strap you down to a Papoose Board because of how violently you reacted when you heard thunder. The head pediatrician didn’t want us to sedate you since you were in a coma and that was the safest way to keep you from hurting yourself,” she said quietly before heading back to the nurse’s station.

The closer to me the storm got, the more I started feeling like I was almost communicating with the lightning, somehow. Once the bolts were close enough to the hospital for me to see when with my eyes I saw I was tracing out the ionization paths in the air that the lightning followed a second later. When one of the storm cells got close to the hospital, I felt something different inside me. Somehow I could sense the differences between the energy in the storm and the ground as the cell was moving.

Is the lightning calling out to me? What that what made me run toward the flagpole last spring? Was it warning me or calling out to say it was there if I needed it? I hope it isn’t the latter. That is just too weird for me right now, even after everything that has happened to me since last spring.

When the edge of the storm reached the hospital, I started seeing a sort of shield around the building when my eyes closed. Following all the lines around the outside of the hospital, I found there were lightning rods on the roof that connected to the ground. The lightning rods were high enough to balance out the charge differences in the clouds over the hospital, but not enough to do the same for buildings around us. This storm cell passed over me with almost no lightning, but there was a colossal cell coming in behind it fast.

The place in my head seems to want me to know that the storm cell is there and heading right towards me. Why?

Even if I hadn’t been struck by lightning to feel this way, there was no way that I could miss the rapid flashes of ground to cloud lightning or the deep, building shaking thunder. The storm was still many miles off, and it was rattling the windows here in the dayroom. I found that I wasn’t the only one that had noticed the storm approaching. Someone else seemed terrified.

In a hospital room near the dayroom, I heard a kid sobbing and crying out after each clap of thunder. I walked over toward that room quickly after hearing a shriek came after the latest thunderclap. I knocked on the door and got no reply. Calling into this room didn’t work either. I didn’t want anyone having to be scared of a storm while already in the hospital for some other reason.

Going into the room, I saw a girl, or at least a kid with really long hair, that looked like they had been here a while from the dust on some of their things. Where I had a second bed in my room, she had a two to three-person beanbag chair that had seen a lot of use. I slid up the slider to turn the lights on as dimly as they would go. As the thunder shook the room again, I found out that for sure that it was a girl on the bed. I first guessed it was a young girl until I saw a forest of pussy hair between her knees. The next clap of thunder made her jerk her legs around so much that I saw she had at least twice as much as Mary did this afternoon.

“Hey, are you ok,” I asked out loud enough to be heard without scaring the poop out of her.

When she didn’t respond, I asked her, “Can you hear me? You seem scared, and I heard you crying out when I was out in the hall. Do storms scare you? Should I go get a nurse to give you something to help you get back to sleep?”

The storm must be a big one to have the lightning make the room look like daylight.

A few more quick claps of thunder had her crying out loudly now. Closing my eyes, I saw that the storm cell was miles long and looked to have slowed way down. I could tell it would be a while before it finally moved away from the area. There were more cells behind this one too. I had no idea when the storms would finish. The girl would be scared like this for hours if something didn’t change or a nurse comes to give her a shot to help her sleep. I knew there was only one nurse now, so I wanted to try to help if I could. I tried to talk to her a lot more times, but even yelling at her didn’t seem to get any response.

Getting right over beside her bed, I gently laid a hand on her arm where she had it wrapped around her legs below her knees. That made her head jerk up to look at me. She jumped away from me toward the far side of her bed, letting me see that she was completely naked. What I had thought was a gown turned out to be a weighted blanket she had draped over her back. The next clap of thunder made her eyes open widely right before she jumped back toward me. She pulled her legs back tight against her chest as she stared at me with wide eyes. Holding my hands up in front of me, I moved back a few steps from the bed.

“Are you ok? I was watching the storm out in the dayroom when you started screaming out. Do storms scare you?” I asked her.

A flash of lightning lit up the room and made her squeeze her legs tighter to her chest. When I held out my hand to put it on her shoulder, she squirmed away from me again. Seeing that touching her seemed to scare her, I asked if she wanted me to stay. After a long couple of minutes, filled with lots of lightning flashes and booms of thunder, she finally gave me a little nod.

Now, what do I do? Do I try to ask her questions to see if that will help her calm down?

I stood asking her some questions just popped into my head.

“Have you always been scared of storms?”

She shook her head, no.

“Did something happen during a storm to scare you?”

She nodded.

“Did this happen to you?”

She shook her head.

“Someone that you know?”

She started to shake her head no before nodding instead.

When the next clap of thunder shook the windows, she started to bawl. This time it was different than when I came into the room. It was sobbing from someone sad, not someone afraid. She wasn’t even looking at me or bothered by the lightning and thunder anymore. Her bawling was tearing deeply at my heart, and all I could think to do was what mom did for me when I was having a sad day. I got up on the bed to sit beside, with my legs over the side of the bed, and her feet against my leg. Reaching around her, I put a hand on her bare shoulder and gently rubbed her back as best as I could. Seeing that she didn’t jerk away now, I turned to sit facing her with her feet almost at my balls. I slowly reached my arms out to hug her the best I could. I kept rubbing her back gently as she kept crying. I was about to stop when her legs stretched out over mine, and her arms pulled her up into my lap.

She wrapped her arms around me and started crying into my shoulder with her bare boobs crushed into my chest.

“Hey I am still recovering from being in a coma for months, and this is a starting to hurt a bit. Can we go over to the beanbag instead? I think I can hold you better over there,” I asked her.

She pushed back from me and nodded.

When she got out of the bed, I got to see that her boobs were almost more substantial than my mom’s and the girl had what looked like a big afro wig between her legs. I guess she saw me staring because she found a long pajama shirt she pulled on and buttoned one button to keep it closed. It barely covered the big afro of hair between her legs when she was standing.

I thought that she was going to sit beside me on the beanbag. Instead, she moved back into my lap. It was better having the bean bag supporting my back with her knees outside my legs. She didn’t seem to mind at all that I couldn’t reach as high on her back now. When my hands touched her bare butt when she moved forward a bit at the wrong time, I noticed that she seemed to be moving forward on purpose when my hands were close to touching her butt. I was sure I was feeling a lot of heat from where she had her fur burger over my dick.

I have to be imagining it.

That didn’t keep my dick from seeing if maybe it was happening for real.

I kept watching her face and saw she looked out of tears even though she was still having the hiccup like spasms from crying. When her hips moved to push her push down against my dick, I pulled back from her.

She wants something against her pussy badly.

When my knee didn’t do what she wanted, she started humping against the beanbag. Before long she started whimpering again.

“Bugs, I have to go get Bugs. Oh, this feels too good, can’t stop. I have to get Bugs, have to stop. Oh, oh, yes, oh damn, oh god,” the girl said before hissing out as she pushed hard into the beanbag and her body shook while she looked off into space.

She did this four or five more times before her eyes opened wide and she jumped on me.

Right out of the blue she was grabbing at my shirt to pull me to my feet, but couldn’t figure out that her legs were pinning me down into the beanbag. I watched as her face turned to panic and started to look all around the room, looking lost. Something made me pull her body down tight against me, lock my legs over behind hers, and hold her as tightly as I could. She only seemed to sort of try to fight a little. Her eyes showed she knew she could get free if she wanted. I just held on until I felt her go limp against my body. I thought maybe she had passed out until there was a bright flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder.

Out of nowhere, she went wild. She started grinding on my leg as she worked up to push her pussy against my dick through my PJs. After failing to fish my dick out of my fly, she was back to humping the beanbag like before. She was still repeating “Bugs. Have to get Bugs. Oh feels so good. I have to stop, go get Bugs, need to cum,” over and over again.

The stronger the storm got, the more frenzied her grinding into the beanbag became was until her whole body shook like she was having a seizure.

At the next clap of thunder, her face went pale.

“BUGS NO!” she screamed out when there was a bright flash of lightning immediately followed by a deep boom of thunder. “Oh Bugs, no, no, no. Not Bugs. I am so sorry Bugs. I just needed to cum. You are my responsibility. Why didn’t I let you in?”

She was looking right through me, obviously somewhere else in her mind.

It must be the cold, clammy feeling of her pussy hair that snapped her back to the present.

At first, she relaxed against me for a few minutes.

Then out of nowhere, she got up yelling, “Who the fuck are you? Where the hell have you taken me? Why I am here without any panties on, and my pussy is soaked. What the hell were you doing to me?”

The lightning had to have connected to me, or I was somehow able to control it. There was a bolt I could feel connecting with the wire connected to a lightning rod right running along the side of the windows in the dayroom. When the instantaneous clap of thunder died down, the girl seemed like she was going to hit me or something. Grabbing my shoulder, she demanded I tell if Bugs was dead or it this was all a bad trip.

What did she mean by a bad trip?

“I’m sorry. I have no idea who Bugs is, or was. I came in here because you were crying like you were scared out of your skin by the storm. You seemed that you needed someone to sit with you to make you feel better,” I told her as I moved around to be near the door.

All of the energy seemed to get sucked out of her. She dropped down into the beanbag. At some point the button she had buttoned on her shit had popped off, leaving her shirt wide open. I got a good look at her spread pussy and huge breasts.

When I felt the cold, wet spot in my pajamas, I headed toward the bathroom. She begged me not to leave.

“I have to go to the bathroom and get you a warm washcloth to clean yourself up,” I told her from inside the bathroom.

It only took a few seconds to get the water warm for the washcloth. I got a puzzled look from the girl as I held out the towel and washcloth.

“You’re a mess down between your legs from all of the times you got yourself off from humping the beanbag. I can’t count how many times you got off, but your pussy hair is now wet and crusty. I thought it might make you feel a lot better if you got the chance to clean up down there before putting some panties on,” I told her.

When she got the crazy look on her face, like she was going to jump at me again, I firmly told her to stop. Surprisingly it made her sort of wilt into the beanbag. I told her everything that happened from the first time I heard her whimpering until I went into the bathroom to get her the washcloth and towel. When I answered that I did pull my dick away from her when she was trying to rub against it, she asked if I was gay.

Why did she think I’m gay?

“Seriously? Of all things you could ask me, why would you ask I was gay?”