Chapter 193: Lending a Hand

Well I’m going to be down here a bunch anyway and Paula is out at least until dinner. I really don’t have much else to do anyway.

I entered the first room only to be bladed by a boy having a screaming tantrum as he was doing his best to build up the energy to lunge angrily at the therapist.

Wow. He is still in pajamas and they are soaked in sweat. Could they not even get him to change?

They did say there were two non-verbal patients that only screamed.

I got the therapists attention and pointed over to the one at the door. She gave me an odd look as she shrugged and moved back to let me get near the boy. As soon as I started to reach for the boy he had his arms and legs wrapped around my body.

As I looked over at the techs questioningly the boy said, “Please make her stop touching me. I don’t like it and they won’t leave me alone.”

“They will only leave you alone when they decide your body is back where it needs to be and they have to touch you to do that,” I told him softly. “Would it help if they tell you what you will be doing in each session, when they have to touch you, and why?”

Before we started to work with his therapist on his schedule exercises, I stripped off his soaked PJs.

He doesn’t even seem any older than ten, but there is no question that he has a lot of pubes and a fully-grown dick.

I started trying to help him pull on a pair of shorts when he pushed them away.

“Too scratchy,” he said.

Both therapists gave me an odd look before she went to get a pair of the shorts they put on the girls. The design was the same, but without a seam in the crotch. He gave those a try before saying they were still too scratchy.

He is right about them being scratchy inside.

I didn’t realize I had turned them inside out and had them on the boy until he gave me a smile and hug. He even gave the therapist that went to get them a micro hug.

Him thanking her has her ready to cry.

The boy and I worked it out so that I would touch him as we did the first set of some exercise, then he would let the therapist do the rest. He gave it his all and was sound asleep when she undressed him, gave him a sponge bath, dressed him in new PJs. She did have a few tears running down her cheeks after he woke up enough to put his arms around her neck, give her a quick kiss on the cheek, adjusted his position a bit, and snuggled into her before saying, “Night, night, Casey.”

The therapist that brought me in here was staring at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve reviewed his records multiple times for indications on any methods or techniques which have proven to work for him in the past. Right on the front page it notes that he is non-verbal, but what he just said was clear as a bell like he speaks all the time. We have three more patients to see if he was just a fluke,” she said skeptically.

Casey told us, “Maybe it is a fluke, but as I carried him to the rest room, I wouldn’t be able to tell he was anything other than a normal teenaged boy. Well not exactly normal. When he shifted in my arms, he got his erect penis inside the gap between my buttons, pushed under my bra, and had his glans rubbing against my nipple as I carried him. He did that while kissing me on the neck better than any boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter, has ever done before. I don’t think he will be giving me anymore trouble, but we will see tomorrow.”

Each of the remaining three rooms had girl patients with only one dressed. The one who wasn’t completely naked looked very proud to have made her a pair of improvised panties from hand towels and diaper pins. The panties were completely dry, even if they didn’t cover anything. All three had shit and pissed on their discard PJs.

I started with the girl wearing the panties she had made. Only later did I found out her records noted her as non-verbal and autistic.

She has you all fooled then. I don’t think you have anything she wants to talk about with you.

As I braided her long hair, she talked up a storm about the ones she really liked and that would make her look amazing. The girl refused to let the therapist near her, not even when she wanted to show me what to do for some exercise. Once the girl was exhausted, I asked her why she let me do her PT versus her therapist.

“Lane,” she said as she answered my question by explaining herself to the therapist. “I don’t like having to come here, but I’m willing to compromise. You use penny-per-bottle perfume from a dollar store that makes me want to barf just getting a whiff of it from across the room. Then there is the vile smelling depilatory you use on your pits, cunt, legs, and ass hair. If you will stop wearing that perfume on days when I have PT and start shaving instead of using the depilatory, then I will quit fighting you trying to get me back on my feet. If you can’t afford razors, I will email my mom to pay to get you waxed as often as you need. I deplore speaking with anyone, but this guy is too nice. Sugar-coating it won’t get it through your head. If you would please leave and monitor me through the one-way mirror, that is giving anyone who looks a magnificent view of my waxed, virgin cock sucker, I would be very appreciative.”

“Will you please go get me one of their bikini bottoms? I can’t stand anything they have here that rubs on my nipples. I had to steal a roll of silk tape to put on them so the pajamas don’t rub them. At least the sheets are soft enough that they don’t bother me and I sleep naked,” she told me.

I looked her right in the eyes as I told her, “Two conditions. First you take your piss and shit covered clothes to the soiled laundry bin down the hall. Then you must get the other two girls to do the same. All three of you pulled the same crap today.”

“Sure. We’re already close. The dumb floor nurses let us hang out in one of our rooms with the boy they drag down here with us each day. We don’t give them a hard time when all four of us are together so they leave us be,” she explained.

Now why doesn’t that surprise me one bit. Giana and her sister would like to hang out with them too.

“Hey David,” Giana’s sister said as she took the vile smelling pile of clothes from her therapy room toward the laundry bin.

I gave her a hard look as said, “Really? You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“My therapist smells like she puked beer all over herself and the guy they send in smells like cum. Fresh cum,” she told me. “At least kicking his stomach really hard has the same effect as kicking him in the nuts.”

The other girl with them was giggling away.

All three started towards me, but I held open the door to the hallway to make them take their nasty PGs to the soiled clothing chute. When they came back in, I pointed to the showers. I told them to come out smelling like clean little girls or I would have mister fresh cum smell wash them while I held the door closed.

I see that they aren’t about to take the risk that I might be bluffing. The girls not understanding facial expressions very well helps a lot to cover up what may be a bluff. I would lose my ass off at poker.

Ten minutes later, which must be a record for a teenaged girl, they stood in front of me with dried hair, towels tied around them, and smelled like soap. We went straight to the storeroom where they had the clothes for the patients. All three loved the loose shorts, once I turned them inside out. Only one got a bikini because her almost D-cup breasts needed the support. All three dropped their towels and dressed in front of the kids looking on. All three were giggling away as they struck nude stripper poses as they slowly pulled the shorts on. I had the bikini on the one girl before she even noticed I had done it.

The place in my head isn’t feeding them any good energy and they were barely able to move when they took their PJs to the laundry. How are they able to stand to give everyone their little show?

Looking at their therapy sheet for today I noticed that their exercises could work with a partner, as I had done with the bitch girl when I was doing my PT. Instead of going back to the room where I found them, I rotated between the girls as their partner until each of them fell sound asleep. One kid told me that is the first time he has seen them wearing any clothes after they came down for therapy.

If they’ve all seen them naked already, then I’m going to change them right here where they are sleeping.

I was pouring the last one into a wheelchair when I got a whiff of the man the one girl said smelled like fresh cum.

Smelling like fresh cum is an understatement. Did this guy just come back from screwing every whore in Nevada and a large herd of sheep?

“Dude you need to shower your ass after to fuck whoever it is you are nailing and you better not be fucking any of the patients,” I told him loud enough for the therapists and kids to overhear me. “The videos of what happens to guys in prison for statutory rape for having consensual sex with a teenager. Cops and courts don’t care if they tied the guy up and gang-raped by a every Girl Scout in the state. Daddies screwing their daughters have a much worse time in prison. Those guys are getting their nails done compared to what happens to medical professionals who abuse their positions to get some young pussy, or asshole. Getting shanked it too good for them.”

Yeah. You better be pale and look like you saw a ghost.

The one that smelled like a French whore bathing in Channel Number 0, to cover her body odor, came over to say, “Well that answers that question. Some female patients had semen leaking out of them when we changed their gowns before returning them to their rooms to bathe. Come to think about it, he was always on break during when the girl must have had sex in their therapy room.”

Back in the resting area the boy and girl had awakened from their nap. Both were now facing each other. She had pulled his pants under his balls to rub his dick. He had a hand on her bare tit and the other on her wet, exposed pussy.

“Glad you both have enough energy to get frisky, but you have another therapy session left to do today. Go use the bathroom, alone, before putting on dry shorts. You’re partnering up to do your exercises today, but no playing around. This isn’t the place for it and the little kids aren’t ready to have Sex Education classes,” I said as I made sure they went into separate bathrooms.

As I was getting Paula ready to go up to her rooms, the therapists said they would see me tomorrow if I wanted to come help again. Three of the younger kids gave me hugs as they thanked me for making it fun today. They loved hitting the ball around.

“I knew my peers would see how amazing you are with the kids here, even if you’re only fifteen,” Rose told me. “We’ve gotten so used to patients fighting us and screaming that we never bothered to ask them why they were acting that way.”

She gave me a big, tight hug and then a light peck on the cheek.

Giana saw me pushing Paula past her room so she hurried out to intercept me.

In a whisper she said, “Damn it is so good to finally have enough strength in my hands to get myself off. Once I knew why my therapist was touching me, I came anytime he had to steady me. It left me so horny that I wanted to have your dick inside me no matter how much damage it did to my vagina. You can’t even understand how badly my body wants you inside me, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go there with a boy, any boy, yet. You having that huge dick between your legs is making it much easier to resist. I’m not into pain.”

In Paula’s room I poured her into bed and adjusted her spinal support back into place. I tried to wake her up for food, but she was too deeply asleep.

I was in Annie’s room giving her a full body massage, because she hurt all over, when a nurse came in to let me know that they gave Paula a shot with just enough caffeine to wake her up to have some sport’s drink and six tubes of yogurt.

Damn I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.

By the time I had Annie massaged from head to toe, front to back, and then ate her for a strong enough orgasm to make her pass out, I headed outside to go get food. I had ridden here with Paula, but I found my car in a long-term patient parking spot. Miraculously I found a sushi place that was open all night long. They had an all you could eat sushi and sashimi, but their places on the buffet weren’t getting refilled fast enough for me to bother. I didn’t care one bit about their prices being a little higher than normal. I ordered three of their biggest combination boats. I was finishing the second one when the hibachi chef came to get my order, since there were no others waiting on a table. A different one came in behind the hibachi grill with a cart loaded out to make meals for five, but it was only me. He asked to be sure that I wasn’t waiting on anyone else. He read off my orders and how I wanted the meat cooked. I had the last big sushi boat finished by the time the hibachi chef had finished making the fried rice. I worked through the hibachi as fast as he could make it and put it on my plate. Some meat didn’t even last a minute on my place. Still starved I had him make some orders of hibachi fried rice and hibachi vegetables to go. I went to the dayroom to inhale my takeout before heading to Paula’s room.

While I was getting ready for bed a very sleepy Annie came in to give me a tight hug. She wasn’t letting go either.

“Can you come sleep in my bed with me tonight?” she asked. “My time at the special hospital is fuzzy, but I’m starting to clearly remember the accident from the time Paula sped up to push the van out of the way until they were putting me in the helicopter. I never passed out from the pain, I only got numb all over. They did give me something to help me sleep, but the nightmares are bad. I’m reliving it repeatedly. The worst part of the accident is hearing Paula’s bones cracking and watching her head flopping around, limply, from side to side. Whatever hit us swerved off toward the gas station, barely missing the van Paula pushed out of the way. I need someone to help me know it is only a bad dream and know I’m safe. Paula won’t notice you aren’t here. She is as hard to understand as a toddler.”

I smiled as I teased, “Gee. Make me feel immature. I haven’t had any problems understanding her.”

“You’ve never had problems understanding anyone David. I’m pretty sure you don’t hear people with your ears anyway,” she told me. “At least that is how it has always seemed to me.”

I changed into shorts and a t-shirt before we went back to her room. She had already soaked two pairs of pajamas in sweat, so she opted to sleep in one of the night shirts her dad had brought her.

When we got into bed I asked if she wanted me to get her a bit worked up and slide up into her before we went to sleep. She really wanted me to fuck the shit out of her, but right now she was too exhausted to enjoy it. Anytime I slept over with only her or Crystal, I either slept on my back with their head on my chest or spooned up behind them. We started out with her head on my chest and woke up in the morning with my boner fully seated inside her from behind.

“Now that was the best night’s sleep I have had since before I left on my trip right after school got out for the summer,” she said as she laced her fingers through mine so we could take turns letting our fingers rub over her rock-hard nipple.

I was about to start slowly fucking her molten cock massager when I sensed that Paula really needed to pee and didn’t know it yet. So far, she hadn’t had an accident, but couldn’t seem to remember how to work the bed rails or where the bathroom was in her room. I made it to her room before she was awake enough to start to worry about peeing in the bed. I didn’t bother to get the bedrail down. Instead, I picked her up, got her to the bathroom, lifted the lid, got her gown clear and put her on the toilet. Luckily, they had modified her toilet seat to account for the brace.

She remembers very well how to fish my dick out and start sucking it in exactly the way that seems to cause me to bust a nut before even getting fully hard.

Almost as if she was off in another world she wiped, stripped, stripped me, started the shower and pulled me in with her. She pushed me under the hot water. I was washed from head to toe with soap and then scrubbed head to toe as well. Then she handed me a bottle of shampoo as she pushed past me to get her hair wet. I started washing her hair as she used the washcloth to wash herself while carefully balancing herself with on foot on the side of the tub and a hand holding the safety bar. Once I had her hair soaped up she handed me the washcloth and rinsed out her hair. She started doing the conditioner so I washed her back and butt.

When I had her washed, she pushed me out of the shower. I got the hint.

Well that is a bit different, but I will be right here in case she starts to slip or fall.

I needn’t have worried. While she didn’t do a pirouette, Paula did slide out of the shower gracefully, dried off her body and then dried what little hair she had. Unexpectedly she got a good hold on my hair and jerked it down in the back so that I was looking at the ceiling. Magically she had a towel around my head in the way that girls seem to know how to do instinctually. Back in the room Paula dropped down into the sleeper chair, at an angle to keep her spinal brace safe, and was immediately sound asleep. After converting her chair into sleeper mode. I covered her up on the blanket from her bed.