Chapter 194: My Patients?

“I’ll make you a deal,” I told her and watched her nipples harden as she came up with all sorts of possible scenarios in her head. “Get me four extra-large adult wheel chairs and four cool orderlies, who greatly dislike the Mental Health Department’s way of dealing with patiently like Lilly. I have another condition, but they can wait on the orderlies.”

The nurse looked confused but used a radio to call for what I wanted.

Seems there are a lot of the orderlies in the kid’s wing that dislike the psych ward thugs. Wait a minute ... There can’t be this many orderlies for just the kid’s wing.

When the orderlies got here I unrestrained the legs of the two in straightjackets long enough to get them into the wheelchairs before strapping each foot into the respective support. The other two gave a bit of a fight, but those two ended up in wheelchairs too.

“Please take them to your HR department. I’m going to give your legal department a quick call,” I told them.

Well the man in the machine may not have “eyes” on what I’m seeing. He does seem to have ears though.

I didn’t even know I had my cell phone in my pocket, but I saw it automatically dialing some law firm. When someone finally answered I did my best Paula on them with regards to the four goon’s actions. The man from the machine was telling me some of what to say, the rest came from what I already knew. I made sure to note that her father had arrived to find the four goons waiting to pounce on her where she was calmly laying in her bed. In fact, she was so calm that she was barely managing to stay awake. I casually name-dropped Paula’s name and that I happened to be here because I was one of her best friends.

Seems these lawyers didn’t quite like it when I mentioned Paula. Did they make the connection that I was the same David that had been with her in the hospital or was it because I was ‘that’ David?

They thanked me very politely before saying they were going to drop everything to address the matter immediately.

I think they may be very happy I called them before HR did.

“So, what is the other thing I must now do to get you to give us a hand in PT,” the therapist asked nervously.

“I’m not trusting the psych ward to get the message to leave her alone. If you can help me get her dressed, I will carry her down to the PT suite where I can be close to her when she wakes up. I’ll help her with her therapy sessions if they need my help with her. She’s not OCD about it, but kind of freaks out when someone is about to touch her and she doesn’t know if they have washed up before coming to her. Well ... Except for me it seems.”

I bet you are relieved. Your cold, clammy hands and forearms will let Lilly know you washed up before helping me dress her.

Lilly woke up when she felt the therapist started putting the pajamas on her.

I got a smile as she said, “Hospital soap stinks. Thanks for washing up well before touching me.”

She was back out as I picked her up to carry her down to the PT area. Lilly’s arms automatically went around my neck and legs around my waist. She squirmed around until I was holding her up by her butt. Her dad stopped us to give her a kiss.

Sleepily she said, “I love you daddy.”

I’m not sure what surprised the therapists the most. Was it Lilly holding onto me like a baby monkey up under their mom’s chest breastfeeding? Could it have been the “non-verbal” Autistic kids joining the others in the therapy suite saying, “Hi David?” when I walked in?

Someone had put one of the cushiony tumbling mats down in a dimly lit corner of the resting area. I found out was their “cool down” area for kids that need somewhere to get themselves under control. Three girls and three boys were over there on the mat looking really pissed off.

I’m not even going to bother asking them why they are angry. I don’t care.

“You six. Go get the ball, get in a circle, and pass it around already. Take it out on the beach ball, not the therapists. They’re here doing their job trying getting your strength, balance, and whatever else it takes to get you recovered enough that the doctors will let you go home, or at least stop coming here for physical therapy. If it didn’t hurt a bit or push you harder than you think you can go, then they aren’t doing a very good job are they? Don’t even think about giving me any shit either. I was in a coma for around six months. When I first came out of it just wiggling my toes took so much out of me that I fell right back asleep for hours,” I told them sternly. “And get off the mat so I can put Lilly down. She was pretty freaked out earlier so I want her here where I can be close for when she wakes up.”

All six of them took off at a run, well fast walk anyway, to get over to where they had a bunch more beach balls today. This group went straight for one of the oversized beach balls and quickly started passing around.

It is always fun to watch them realize they can try to get in front of someone to hit the ball or see if they can slam it into one of the other kid’s faces.

When I came in carrying Lilly, I saw Paula was in a speech therapy room a few doors down. I told the therapists I was heading over to see how Paula was doing and that I would be back soon.

Not knocking, or really giving a shit, I walked right in the room where Paula was very frustrated trying to sing through Old MacDonald verses. I rubbed my hands over her arms until I was holding both of her hands. I gave her a gentle hug and kiss on the cheek. That settled her down a lot.

“Hey Paula. They badly needed my help settling down a girl on our floor this morning while you took your after-shower nap in the chair,” I told her. “They told me that you are re-learned how to work the safety rails to climb back up into your bed. That is great progress. As many times that I’ve been in the hospital it still takes me a bit to remember how to work the dang things. Now, I know you know these songs. We used to sing them all the time when we were little. See if you can remember us singing them together,” I suggested.

I was about to head back to PT when she turned, looked at me and I actually saw her eyes smile at me as she said, “Thanks David. That did something. I can remember us singing. Love you. I help you before. You help me now. I like you being my best friend, even if you’re a yucky boy.”

She was soon going through all sorts of words that really didn’t fit the child friendly nature of the song, but she had the noises the things made to go with them for the ... here and ... there part of the song. The therapist looked impressed. Paula was thrilled beyond words. I could see her face lighting up each time a new animal, which were sometimes ones I hadn’t ever heard of before, came out.

As I was starting to head out of the room I heard Paula singing, “an injunction here, an injunction there everywhere an injunction, junction.” Before she got to the Old MacDonald had a ... part, she started singing the School House Rock, “Conjunction junction what’s you function.” That got me a really odd look from the therapist. Paula didn’t notice one bit as she slid right into “I’m just a bill. Yes, I’m just a bill and I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill.” She was doing both sides of it too. Even her imitation of the voices sounded close to what I remember from the cartoons.

The therapist waved me out into the hall to chat while Paula started excitedly singing through the entire set of DVDs for all the School House Rock series from back in the seventies, eighties, and nineties.

“Uh. Was she a little off before the accident? I haven’t even heard most of those except when my parents found some special about them on TV one night,” she asked.

I smiled and said, “Depends on how you define off. Knowing Paula, she had these memorized before her body was physically able to say all the words. Then there is her being almost smarter than a girl I met recently, at least before the accident. Molly’s doctors say they can’t quantify Molly’s intelligence because the IQ test questions and evaluations are too basic for her. Paula was the smartest person I knew before I met Molly. I’m sure there is no way to hide it, since you are going to be helping her relearn a lot of things, so I’m just going to tell you now, so you aren’t surprised by her as she gets better. Paula passed the Bar Exam before she started high school. All of her college and law school work was done after school and during school breaks.”

“Figures. That wasn’t in her file, but really clears up the Old MacDonald verses. Do you have any clue what to expect from her,” she asked.

“Not a one. I never have. You probably want to get a good dictionary downloaded onto your phone. You will be learning a lot of new words. None of them will be curse words, at least I hope not. I can’t recall her cussing at anyone,” I said just before Paula weakly opened the door and pulled me in to dance to the song playing on the Therapists cell phone. “As I said. You can’t know what to expect from her. Be happy that she only got your phone playing the music she wanted. Unless you want to find out what she can do with them when she remembers how, you should keep your electronic devices away from her.”

The song she had on at first wasn’t really a dance song. Neither was Closer by NIN.

I better make sure my laptop, or hers, isn’t in her room anywhere. They will never get her away from Quake. Nine Inch Nails. Who knew? So not something I can hear her listening to. Then again, it might be good for her hand-eye coordination. Playing games like that on a keyboard takes some work compared to a joystick.

Now I have to say it was funny to watch the therapists face as Paula’s brain started processing the words and meanings as she danced. Ok. She wasn’t exactly dancing so much as leaned against me and trying to dance. Still, it lit up parts of her brain and started to awaken her libido.

On the last chorus she started singing as she did her best to grind herself against my leg, “I want you to fuck me like an animal. I want to feel you inside me. I want us to fuck like animals... It’s my sex you can smell.“

No need to question what is on her mind right now. Her bottoms are soaked with more than sweat and her nipples are hard as pebbles.

I was about to tell her this wasn’t the right place and she needed to wait until she had her strength back before thinking about having sex with anyone. Before I could say anything she belted out “ You are the reason I stay alive.“ right as she pushed her clit hard into my leg, shook, let out a long moan and then went limp. I found myself supporting all her weight with my arms. She was awake and alert, she just didn’t have any energy left after she came that hard.

With a confused, little-child look on her face she asked, “Wow? What was that? It made me feel amazing and really warm all over.”

“Paula. Think back about sex education in eighth grade. Do you remember it?” I asked, but she shook her head no. “The way you were rubbing against me stimulated your clitoris and brought about your climax. It caused your body to release a big load of endorphins into your brain. You had an orgasm, climaxed, got your cookies, found your happy place.”

The therapist started to rush over to Paula when her eyes rolled back up into her head, but I put a hand on the therapist’s arm and whispered in her ear that Paula was now “processing” for lack of a better word. I had no idea what she had remembered as I talked to her or what she was just now remembering. Paula was fine for now.

“Amazing. That was the best first ever orgasm for the second time,” she said almost cryptically.

I had to leave the room when she started to sing “Old Miss MacDonald had a clit, e-i-e-i-o. And on her clit she would rub e-i-e-i-ohhhhh. With a climax her and an orgasm there. Here a cum...”

The therapist was right behind me and quickly closed the door before anyone heard what Paula was going sing next.

“I don’t even know what to do with her now. The patients we normally have need to start with things like car, truck, finger, hand, nose,” Paula’s brain trauma therapist said. “I barely kept from losing it in there. Damn that was funny.”

I turned her to face the room and said, “Better wait until she is done then. I think that is an adult version of Head shoulders knees and toes.“

Well at least she isn’t masturbating or naked, yet. She seems to have remembered that she is supposed to be modest, or at least hide her naughty bits from others.

The specialist rushed off and came back with three more brain trauma specialists.

I had to rush away from there when she sang “Tits, nipples, clit and cunt ... David’s dick inside me is what I want...” The four therapists were laughing their asses off.

If they knew they wouldn’t be out of a job they would be videotaping this and putting it up on Boo Boob.

A kid, it was hard to tell if they were a boy or girl given the past the shoulder length hair, plain face, and ironing board flat chest, was having a fit about doing something. It was a big enough of a meltdown that other kids, even those with the ball, had stopped to see what was up. I got a flash of what looked to be a puffy vulva when their legs kicked, but it didn’t matter to me either way. I picked them up and took them out of the room. I took us into one of the soundproofed, video and audio monitored rooms.

“Hey. What’s up with you today? How can such a cute little girl be so stubborn? Don’t you want to get better,” I asked. “They will keep making you come here until they decide they have done all the can to help you.”

All I got out her was a kiss on the cheek and then she was out like a light. I took her to the resting area and put her down on one of the mats. I even put a small blanket over her.

The tech wanted to know where she was so I told her what happened.

“You wouldn’t have thought that ten minutes ago with the way she was thrashing around, screaming and having a complete hissy fit,” the tech told me. “I don’t care if she has no modesty or wants to run around naked. She had to have her genitals covered. Same for the boys. We have too many kids from too many age ranges to let them just do therapy in only hospital gowns, or naked.”

Another tech came over to say, “Immodest my butt. She is a full on exhibitionist. Anytime she can move her clothes so everyone can look at her genitals, she will. Today was mild. She has put on a full on show that would make stripers wish they were so limber. Still, that wasn’t what she was doing before. She wanted to get everyone’s attention as she showed them between her legs. It made her get mad when not even a single boy showed any interest in what she was showing them. Give her some time to get a nap then she will be fine for an hour or two.”

“There is an easy way to make her stop, you know,” I told them as they both gave be a ‘what the fuck do you know’ look. “Tell her that if she keeps it up you are going to make her wear panties and potty-training pants made so that only someone with the right widget can get them to come off. If she pees in her pants she is the one that will be wet and smell like piss. Should that not be enough to keep her from showing off her vulva then tell her she will have to wear the sweat pants and a diaper. She won’t have any way to get a hand into her pants or grind against anything to get herself off.

Where that came from, I have no idea, but they seem to be considering it.

Annie had come in at some point. She was wearing a bikini bottom that was ok for her, but the top was two sizes too small. It turned out that that was as large as they had.

Well they have the stretchy brown ankle bandages with the metal clips.

Annie was sitting on the floor doing an exercise where she had to push a paddle away from her. The machine she was in had her leg bent and foot as close to her butt as it could get. Off to the side was a guy that looked like he was in high school. Another boy close to Annie looked like he was in middle school. Both were enjoying watching Annie’s tits threatening to pop out of the top and hoping to see some pussy hair around the gaps in her bottoms.