Chapter 4: Learning, Hospital Day 1

Author’s Disclaimer:

And now back to the previously scheduled story

“Good,” the man said quietly. “The nurses have finished their rounds and will not return for at least two hours. We have a lot to discuss. You can call me Arthur. We will be spending blocks of time together while the doctors do every possible test to ensure they cover their butts from any malpractice lawsuits. I find it truly dreadful that medical professionals have to ensure their posteriors are covered first and place the care of their patients second.”

After making sure a nurse wasn’t coming into my room unexpectedly, he moved

I could see his face as we spoke.

“Few know that each bolt of lightning has a distinct energy signature. It is why lightning will look blue, white, or pink to most people. You have managed to beat the first lightning strike record for surviving a combination of thirteen proximity and direct lightning strikes. Those like us debated if it was many more times. You had dozens of very faint energy patterns just below those we could see,” Arthur explained. “You have the same look of surprise as all of the others I had spoken with who survived being struck by three or more bolts of lightning in quick succession. While thirteen is a lot, it is nothing compared to what you will find as you explore your youthful curiosity the first time you find yourself alone in a severe thunderstorm. All of those like us have engaged in this peculiar hobby from time to time. You will learn all about that later. I need to complete my evaluation before we run out of time tonight.”

For a few minutes, he talked to me to be sure that I didn’t have to worry about him molesting me.

Like I am worried about that anyway. I still have a catheter in.

What he did say next was very important. I had to swear to keep anything we did here to myself. I couldn’t tell anyone about it, or it could place my family in danger. People exist who try to capture those like us for scientific study, or worse. After I managed to croak out my agreement, he started.

“I am going to ask a series of questions about what you remember before the accident. A thumbs up or down will suffice unless I need more specific information,” Arthur told me, sounding all professional now like a doctor or teacher. “I need you to close your eyes now. Do you see anything you didn’t see before your accident or whenever your eyes are open?”

I decided to trust him this once. I told him all about seeing all of these colored lines in the walls and squiggly lines with pulses of color I guessed were people. The majority of the energy paths I saw were horizontal or vertical ones going to light switches or outlets.

Instead of looking at me if I was crazy, he put his arm in front of me, still closed, eyes to ask if I saw the squiggly lines there too. When I nodded, he wondered if the flashes stayed in his arm, or did they appear to go up toward his brain. I used the notepad to describe how one group of orange squiggly lines remained in his arm. Green ones moved into his head.

“Impressive,” he said as I heard him writing something down in the notebook in front of him. “Now open your eyes and look for the light switch on the far wall. Once you locate, open, and close your eyes until you have identified the lines going into it. When you are sure you found the lines,

I will turn the switch on and off three times, slowly. Carefully observe the lines, but do not comment until I return to the side of your bed.”

When I had found the line going into the switch, he turned it on. The energy changed color slightly as it went up to where a light should be on the ceiling. Inside it, the lines changed color as they split off in two different directions. All of the energy traces above the light switch went away when he turned it out. Next, he did the same with the lamp beside my bed. It had the same color going up into the light switch until it went into the light bulb, and then the energy color changed. When he turned the switch off the color of the line from the outlet stayed at the switch. When the lamp was unplugged, the colored line inside it went away too. I did my best to write it all out on the notepad he gave me.

“Excellent work, David. You are doing wonderfully. Now that I have an idea of how you perceive energy to try to explain things a bit. The changes in color and hue relate to how the energy went up the hot wire, through the lights, and returned down the neutral wire. I want you to try to do something harder. It is a bit more advanced. Don’t get discouraged if you cannot do it on your first attempt,” he told me.

I was having some ice chips as he explained what he wanted. My task required me to try to nudge energy from the hot wire around the switch to go up into the light to turn it on. Arthur warned me to be careful and do it gently if I wanted any chance of moving to a room with a TV again. Doing it too aggressively would blow a circuit breaker, meaning no TV for a few more days.

I tried wishing the power into through the switch, imaging a mental hand trying to poke it through the switch, and even telling the energy where to go. Nothing worked. Arthur said when he does it that he imagines having one of the pointers that sportscasters use to draw on the TV to talk about football plays to show what someone should have done. I got very frustrated. Somehow I grabbed hard onto the energy coming from the outlet where the lamp plugged in. I saw a huge, fat line of colored energy pulled out of the outlet and coming toward my bed. A loud pop out in the hallway made me open my eyes right as the lights went out. The only energy I saw now was the squiggly lines of people and those in machines that had battery backup.

“You have a hell of a lot more patience than I during my first few attempts,” Arthur told me. “Unfortunately, when you became frustrated, you way overdid it. You appear to have done a bit more than just blowing a breaker. From the look of things, you blew the breakers for at least one of the main power feeds to the hospital. Once maintenance determines that there is no major issue, they will bring power back online from the generator while the power company comes to check and reset their breakers.”

When the power returned, Arthur worked with me until I finally pulled a line of electricity around the switch, through the bulb, and back down the neutral wire toward the outlet. I carefully ensured that I only plucked gently on the color line so that it didn’t get any stronger than the line stopped by the switch. When I had that down, he unplugged the lamp to have me try pulling the energy through the air into the bulb. It was harder, but soon I had the bedside lamp turned on with the energy flowing into the light. Whatever I was doing made the bulb use up all the power, so I didn’t need to figure out how to pull the power back out into the outlet.

That was a lot of work. I am exhausted.

“Whenever you don’t have someone in here tormenting you with some procedure, try to practice getting to the point where you can pull the power up into the light without having to think or focus on it. Remember.

It is critical that you only pull the minimal amount of power needed to light the bulb. Any more you will burn the bulb out or blow a breaker. If you get frustrated, take a break and try again later. The Romans didn’t build Rome in a day. It will not be long until you have a lot of free time,” Arthur said. “When you can make it bling on and off easily, move to the next level. Try to keep it on while sleeping. You will find that eventually, your subconscious can do that for you. Once mastered, I will see what I can do about getting you a room with a TV.”

He stopped talking as someone moved around outside my door. When they were gone, he told me that he suspected my subconscious was bored with the show my mother was watching at the time. One like us stayed close by to keep an eye on me. They saw me trying to interact with the TV. I pulled in a massive surge of power that burned up the TV before the breaker could blow.

He told me he would return in a few days and to get some rest.

Each time I woke up, I practiced turned the lamp beside my bed on and off.

That got old quickly, so I started doing it to the other lights in my room.

Because of my light sensitivity, they had closed my curtains. I made sure I very carefully pulled in the amount of energy required to make the light come on.

Teaching myself how to make various kinds of light turn on taught me about how fluorescent lights seemed to work. The bulb in the lamp beside the bed got dimmer or brighter depending on the amount of energy I pushed into it.

In contrast, the fluorescent bulbs gave faint glow or flickered if I didn’t provide them with enough power to turn it on. Of or on, there was nothing in between for them. I had gotten so tired from practicing that I stopped looking for the squiggly lines of people moving around in the hallway. I turned off the light over my bed when she was coming into the room. Luckily she was distracted enough that she stepped back to hit the switch to turn it back on.

“I am glad you are finally awake enough for me to take your temperature orally. I didn’t like the other way we found to be the most accurate while you were in a coma.” the nurse told me as she took out an old glass thermometer, wiped it off with alcohol and then stuck it in my mouth.

While doing taking my stats, she quickly checked that I didn’t need a diaper change. I was asleep before she started to push her cart out of the room.

I was working on my fifth cup of the flavorless broth when a nurse came into my room, followed by a girl from my school. I right off that her name was Kelly. Kelly went to the left side of my bed to put her hand lightly on my arm. She idly caressed my arm as the nurse took away the empty broth cups.

When the nurse was left, Kelly spoke to me in the same voice she used when trying to flirt with boys at school.

“Hey, David. Mom said you finally decided to wake up. I don’t even want to think about how much it would mess with my head if you never came out of your coma or died. A lot of kids at school said you were a complete dick on purpose and deserved what happened to you. I won’t even go into all the crazy things the overly religious kids said. I know that you wouldn’t do anything like that to us without a damn good reason. In my heart, I believe you felt that we were in bad trouble and did what you could to save us.

I’ve overheard a lot of adults talking. None question that if the lightning didn’t kill us outright, it would have burned us badly. The prissy popular girls went around saying it served you right for jerking the rope away. I won’t talk to any of them anymore when they call or text me,” Kelly told me as she stood there still touching my arm.

The nurse came back into the room saying, “I see your doctor changed the orders to only remove your catheter today now that you awoke from your coma. We have someone coming to help you get up walking around sometime today. You will need help taking care of your bathroom duties for a while still. Since you already know the drill, and you haven’t jerked it out yourself, why don’t we get this little bit of fun completed as quickly as possible?”

Before I even knew it, I was completely naked from the waist down.

No really. I mean it! My dick was no longer on the day I was hit by lightning than it was when I was ten. Pushing the ruler in a bit got me to an unimpressive three inches of hair hairless dick barely bigger around than a Sharpie. Here I was almost fourteen years old and about to go into high school with a little kid dick. If something didn’t kick in soon, I would be driving before I got any pubes.

The nurse must have seen the look on my face because she said, “I apologize, David. I’ve gotten so used to Kelly taking care of you that I forgot this was her first visit after you came out of your coma. When you didn’t come out of the coma after a month, Kelly told me that she was going to do whatever it took to become a certified nursing assistant over the summer. She was in classes twelve hours a day to get her certification as quickly as possible. The law keeps her from being “fully” certified until

Kelly turned sixteen. The hospital administrators were so impressed with her drive that they are permitting her to help so long as she is under a nurse’s supervision. Kelly even petitioned the school board to be allowed to be here daily to assist you once you woke up. She will be studying while you are resting or whenever you are out of the room for tests. Your care is her primary responsibility when she is here. That includes helping you use the bathroom and bathing. She has seen, washed, and rubbed lotion on every inch of your body.”

The nurse emptied the urine back in the toilet, put it in the trash, washed my penis thoroughly, and then covered me back up.

“You know what, David, I’m going to let Kelly fall on that grenade.

Doctor’s orders,” the nurse said when she saw my questioning look.

When I turned toward Kelly, I saw her blushing as she turned away from me.

She put the specimen cup on the bedside tables as she went to the foot of my bed to turn the manual crank that raised my bed a bit.

She began putting the bed rails down nearest the bathroom, and I said, “I don’t think I will need to pee for a little while, Kelly.”

“David, you aren’t exactly like you were when they brought you to the hospital. You have to see for yourself,” she said as she pulled back the covers and pointed down at my dick.

Holy crap! I have pubes now, and my balls got bigger!

She was still blushing when she said, “I saw you naked completely accident the first time. I walked in to ask mom something right as she was taking removing your catheter to change it out. Sorry about telling her I thought your penis was supposed to be a lot bigger. I didn’t understand how something that small could get inside me to make a baby. It wasn’t even as long as my fingers. I mean, I remembered a lot from the sexual education part of health class, and this wasn’t what they had shown us when talking about penises. Mom sat with me to explain that boys and girls develop when their bodies decide it is time, not how old they are. Many boys don’t start puberty until they were closer to thirteen. You were just a bit later starting than others, but still in the normal range. Over the summer, I was helping them bathe you after the nurse removed your catheter. You came all over the place. I had no idea how big of a mess it makes. One of the doctors pulled me aside to tell me it was normal for me to be curious about boys. We talked about me bathing you too. He said if I were cool bathing you myself, he would see what strings he could pull to let me do it unsupervised. You seemed to cum when anyone washed you after removing the catheter, so the doctor told me he had one condition. I had to collect a semen sample when you came and take it down to the lab for them to analyze.

I’ve done it each time the removed your catheter since that day. I don’t know why they want the samples. Now that you are awake, why don’t we see if you can do it for yourself? I would be embarrassed to have someone watch me get myself off for a medical test.”

The nurse poked her head in the door to say that she was closing the door and putting a magnetic testing sign on the outside. She told Kelly to remember to take it down when she took the sample down to the nurse’s desk.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t get the job done before I tire out and you have to do it for me. If you are serious about helping collect the sample, I would like you to do it for me. I won’t tell anyone,” I said as the door closed.

“Even if I had a clue what to do, I don’t think I can return the favor even if you would let me touch you like that.”

Her smile lit up the room. Kelly helped me scoot over to make room for her getting up in bed with me. She had me hold the specimen cup in my right hand for her to move my left hand was on her right leg. Seeing her unsnap and unzip her shorts had me hard instantly. The transparent, slippery fluid started oozing out my piss slit when she pushed my hand down inside her panties. From practice, she placed the cap on my chest and moved my right hand to hold the container where she put it.

That was the fastest I ever remember squirting.

With my hand rubbing exploring her pubes, her cold fingers touching my dick made me squirt into the container. Once she milked out the last few drops, she capped it and put it on the bedside table.

The angle had my left arm falling asleep, so I pulled it out of her shorts to see if my brain was playing tricks on me. I pulled up her shirt to be sure. Right below the edge of her sports bra, I saw the pair of wavy lines she once told mas a birthmark. I had to look closely to see them. She shivered as I moved my right hand over to trace over them.

“I had no idea if you were ever ‘there’ in your head when I showed you my birthmark the day I pulled my shirt off in front of you. Except for my doctors and mom, you are the only other person in the world that knows it is there,” she said before kissing me on my cheek. “This will sound crazy, but I swear the day you lightning struck you, my boobs started growing. You know, we still have some time before they expect me to take them the sample. If I let you play with my butt, can I see if I can make you cum again? I love how your penis feels when you climax.”

It was almost funny when she unzipped her shorts all the way saying she wanted to be sure that it didn’t cause my hand to go to sleep. It always took longer to make me shoot again. She scooted up on the bed to where she was laying a bit on top of me now. That put my hand far enough down inside her shorts to be able to cup her whole butt cheek. __

She liked wherever I was touching her because her fingers started jacking me off faster. When I told her I was getting close again, she gently pulled my hand out of her shorts and reached for the specimen jar. In less than a minute, she had me squirting into the container again.

“Wow! That is way better than any of the times I did it to myself,” I told her as she was rubbing her hand over my chest.

She moved enough to kiss me on the lips she whispered, “I agree. You made it happen for me when you were touching my butt and then when your fingers touched me between my butthole and vagina. I never got off by myself without having to rub my clitoris. I want to stay like this all day, but I have to hurry your sample to the nurse’s station. They must rush it to the lab before the sperm starts dying off.”

I was dozing off when the hospital pediatrician came in. I had never heard him talking in anything but his booming voice. It surprised me when he started speaking softly to me from beside my bed.

“I have some bad news, David. Kelly won’t be returning for some time. I had her had to carry your semen sample to the lab and then wait for the results. We needed to talk man to man. I hope you can keep from telling her

I was responsible for sending down to the lab,” he said softly. “Be it divine intervention, Karma, alien mind control, or anything the other crazy people say was responsible for your interacting with the darker side of

Mother Nature, the results are the same. Professional discussions between pediatricians brought to light that many of your peers from eighth grade have you as the start of their masturbation fantasies. Most are female, but there are some males and transgender kids too.

Before he could elaborate, or explain it on my level, a nurse poked her head in with an “urgent” matter.

He saw that I was clueless about what he said before being interrupted and dumbed it down for me as he explained, “Sorry. I speak more with parents than patients. I know a lot more about you than I expected existed. When you decided to ignore everyone around you, the girls weren’t ignoring you in return. After the accident, the grief counsellers descended on the school from wherever they are when not needed. What they found was above their level of training. The school board pushed for the county to require ever kid in middle school to talk with an army of psychology graduate students. In the first session they asked each student what they knew about you, how long each had known you, did any consider you a friend, what did the other kids say about you, and if they had any idea why you were taken away in an ambulance last spring. They only allotted five minutes for each student to find that was nowhere near enough for some students. A statistically high number of girls, a few boys, and most of the transgender students, at least those brave enough to admit it during the session, had a lot to say about you. When the graduate students discussed their data, they scheduled another discussion session for those who knew you better than anyone suspected. Their results were damn fascinating for anyone who studies adolescent psychology. The details will bore you to death, to I will summarize. You took fifth-grade sexual education. You know that girls typically start puberty a few years before boys. When the boys begin to sexually mature, most girls start practicing how to tease them with their bodies. It has happened between boys and girls in puberty since the damn of man. Surprise, David, you were the exception. You may have believed you were off hiding in places no one knew about and you were wrong. Girls followed you into your hiding place to show you their developing bodies.