Chapter 6: Still Day 2

I have to piss! Where is Kelly?

My bladder felt like it was going to burst. I did what I always do in the hospital. I pressed the call button. This time there was no response. I did it again and still no response. Turning around, I saw no wires were connected.

Dang! I burned out the TVs. No way are they going to connect the bed to power. Who thought putting the urinal at the edge of the bed where I can’t reach it would be a good idea? I want out of here. I can’t pee in the bed!

With my door closed, to keep the light low, there was no way the nurses were going to hear me down at the nurse’s station, even if I could yell out loud enough.

I have to hold it. It is going to hurt!

Looking over at the next bed I saw that the call button was connected over there. It had different colored energy than in the lights or outlets. I had no idea how these buttons worked. They didn’t have any energy going through it. It stopped at the switch. With the lights, when I pulled power past the switch, the lights came on. There weren’t any lights. When I closed my eyes again to try to find out how to make it work, I started seeing squiggly lines all over that place. The walls just seemed to disappear. As I was looking, I saw someone move over to a wall where I saw orange energy going up into a box in front of them. They did something, and I saw a blue line going from the box off toward the person. Inside the box there I now saw six different lines of energy making up a grid pattern. As soon as the person did something I saw it sending out pulses toward where they had been a blue line to the person and also turned the orange line the same color for a quick pulse, then it went back to orange. Colored energy pulses went up to the person and changed the orange line for part of a second. Eventually, the blue color was back to the person, but the color from the box was green. It didn’t stay that way for long. I started seeing the blue line to the person going between blue and yellow. The blue and yellow went into the box and caused yellow flashes to go from the box off to somewhere. Blue-colored bursts of energy came back to the person. After a minute I saw the person did something the energy color changed to a light orange. The person moved away from the box.

Doh! That was a telephone, dummy.

I felt stupid, but I made myself decide that I was going to ask Arthur about it if he ever came back.

My bladder reminded me that there was a reason I was looking at energy. I found I had a steel-bar boner. It was threatening to make me pee in the bed. I pulled the power over from one side of the button to the other until I heard the familiar ding.

“Nurses station, how can I help you this afternoon David,” a nurse asked.

I explained my situation.

A nurse I hadn’t yet seen before came right in. She had the urinal at the ready. With practiced ease, the nurse pulled back the covers and have my boner aimed to pee. I was at a slow dribble until my boner went away. I was worried the force was going to blast the urinal out of her hands. Once I finished peeing, she casually milked me from base to tip before tapping it against the side of the urinal. She grabbed the bedpan and asked if I needed to poop. I told her I was going to be sitting on the throne to do that.

When she was sure didn’t need any more assistance she went to get me some bowls of the oatmeal, Jell-O and real chicken broth. I was full but wide awake. There was nothing to do. I had no TV, books, or anything. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

I would suffer books about vampires and their teen lovers.

I tried to sleep and ended up seeing lines all around me again.

Might as well try to figure this out. It isn’t like I have any other requirements on my time.

First, I looked at the wall in front of me. I saw a lot of mostly straight lines that all looked like power, except for a faint orange connected to a phone. Beyond that were lots that having the same repeating pattern. The farther I looked, the lines dimmed.

Those must be rooms going down the hall.

As I was trying to figure out which ones went to what rooms, I saw red squiggly lines with pulses going around them as they moved closer to me. I opened my eyes to be sure. They had to be in the next room down from mine. Where a kid would be in a bed, the lines I saw were stronger, but not as bright.

They have to be doing an exam from how the one red set of squiggly lines is moving over the bright purplish colored ones.

Whenever the person checking the kid touched a place on the kid’s body, a puls of energy went up to their brain. Sometimes a flash went back down that causes the bright purple lines to jump around a little. One place the person touched sent a bright pulse of energy to the kid’s brain. Energy pulses started flashing around the right place for their mouth and lungs.

Another pair of red squiggly lines came in that moved to the other side of the bed. I watched as something with a yellow color went from the one person down into somewhere before it went into the kid. It started going around the kid’s body before beginning building up in the kid’s brain. I still saw energy pulses sending glowing pulses to the kid’s mind.

What the heck is going on over there?

I watched the second person in the room appear to be holding the kid down as the other one started to do something to the place that was glowing brightly while sending flashes up to the kid’s brain. I got my answer when I saw the spot on their body get even brighter with energy just before I heard crying and a scream begging them to stop doing something because it hurt. As I kept watching, I could see that the place was very bright now, but I didn’t hear any additional. Looking in their brain, I could see the pulse of energy came in faster than before. Now, though, the energy signal wasn’t getting to where they had been before. The yellow-colored in their brain blocked them.

That must have been a pain shot before doing whatever made the kid cry out in pain. Why would they tell us the pain shots make an injury stop causing us pain? The signals still went to our brains. We didn’t notice them anymore.

I made myself look behind me, not even noticing that I hadn’t turned my head, to find any kids in rooms behind me. There were two in that room. Each had an energy color of a bluish-green versus bright purple.

I have to ask Arthur if that means it is a girl or boy. Seeing energy inside people is a bit confusing. Adults all seem to be pretty much red.

As I watched the squiggly lines, I saw that they had lots of places glowing brightly, but there was some energy in their heads that were also blocking the pain signals from getting up there.

I still had nothing better to do. I pinched myself and saw the same types of flashes going from where I pinched, into my body, to my spine and then heading up toward my brain. I couldn’t see them go into my head, but they went the same way up toward my head as on the other kids. My bright pulses quickly faded when I stopped pinching myself. The harder I pinched, the stronger the flashes became. It happened when I pinched myself somewhere else on my body too, so the bursts of that color could be specific to pain and how bright was how much pain. Without any idea of where the power to make this sort of flash came from, I somehow found some that I pushed into one of the places I pinched.

FUCK! That hurts a lot!

I would have screamed out as I felt pain, as bad as when I had the light hit my eyes after I woke up, except that the pain made me stop pushing in the energy.

This trick will be useful, somehow. I am just NOT going to experiment on myself again. I am sure I can find plenty of bullies at school that have some payback coming. So much for doing that to kill time.

I was soon bored again. I started working on the exercises Arthur told me to do. He said it would wear me out, so I worked hard until I could flip a light on or off just barely thinking about it. I no longer needed to look at a switch or concentrate on it to do what I wanted. Except for when I had a nurse in the room I was practicing. When a nurse came in to get my stats, I saw she was still using an old-style thermometer.

Must have blown up the electronic ones and they aren’t taking any chances.

At least she asked me if I needed anything. I told her how much it sucked since I was wide awake now, but didn’t have a TV and was still too weak to get out of bed for the bathroom. She smiled when she told me one of the candy stripers would come by in a bit. I just had to promise not to scare her to death again by screaming out as soon as she came into the room.

How was I to know my eyes were now light-sensitive and that anyone was coming into my room?

A few minutes later, a girl wearing a pink and white striped button-down shirt over blue jeans came into the room pushing an old cart covered with books and little kid toys. There were some board games too. Without anyone else to play them with me, there was no point. I asked if she could play games with me. Typically, more candy stripers came to work. Today it was just her and one other for all of the floors. Kids who were in school came over around four. She was home-schooled, so she did it earlier in the day. That meant those working later in the day had the crappy work of getting all of the toys and things back to sanitize them for the next day.

As I was doing my best to look at the cart to try to find a book I said, “I am so sorry I scared you so badly when I pulled off my eye patches. I can’t say I remember you reading to me, but they say people in a coma somehow notice.”

She was smiling as she dug through a box on the bottom to pull out the first and second book of a series. They didn’t look like anyone had read them yet.

Why can’t I have to pee when a nurse is in here?

When the girl was started to leave I got her attention to say, “I don’t know what they say you can and can’t do with a patient, but I have a bit of a problem. I was in a coma so long I can’t even stand more than a few seconds. I know I can’t get to the bathroom on my own so they have been handing me a urinal to pee in when I need to go. Unfortunately, they keep putting it where I can’t reach it. Could you please bring it over to me? I can’t wait until a nurse can get in here. Even my call button wasn’t disconnected.”

That didn’t seem to be a problem for her. She brought it to the left side of my bed. At some point, after they took the feeding tube out someone had changed my IV to another vein in my hand.

I know I didn’t pull it out.

My hand was now strapped down to a board after I pulled my IV out during my other times here.

Great. I don’t pull my IV out, and they still strap me down when they change it. How the heck is this going to work?

My hand taped to the board prevented me from keeping my covers out of the way and aim my dick as I held the urinal with my other hand to keep it from falling out of the bed. My dick was already out the fly of my pajamas. I knew if I didn’t get my pants down when I went limp, I would pee on them. I tried my best to get it all to work with my right hand out of commission, but I finally got frustrated. As I was trying to get my pants down, I looked at the girl to see the blush on her face as she looked at my dick. I was reaching get the board off my right hand and arm when I felt a pair of soft hands pulling on my pajama pants. With then out of the way, I turned to try to be able to pee again, but still no luck.

I had gotten an edge up on one of the pieces of tape on my arm when I felt fingers reaching down to hold my dick as she asked, with a giggle, “Do you think that maybe I could help you get things where you need them without you ripping out your IV? I know boys can hold it longer. I also know how it feels to need to pee so bad you can’t hold it anymore.”

She is so sweet that I don’t want her in trouble if a nurse walks in.

“I didn’t expect to have my hand strapped to this board. I haven’t pulled out my IV at all this time,” I told her as I watched her start to explore my hard dick a bit while she waited on my answer. “If you can help with the urinal and keeping the covers away, I am pretty sure I can take care of my penis. I don’t want someone thinking you were touching me in a bad way even though I don’t think there can be a bad way when to touch someone who needs to pee and can’t do it themselves.”

Well, I tried. Damn penis decides that now it has to go shrivel up and hide.

Before my eyes, she seemed to change into another person as she had my left hand holding the handle of the urinal as she tried to get my penis in the urinal by holding poking it around like a worm. When she realized she had to hold onto it, she touched my dick as if it might bite her. I finally had to reach up with my left hand to show her how to aim it. It felt so good that if I didn’t need to pee so bad, I would have been rock hard. I pissed for a long time before I walked her through shaking the piss out.

Not wanting to spill pee everywhere, she took the urinal and got the cap on tightly before setting it on the bedside table. She studied my dick and then my balls before pulling my pajama pants up. As she turned to walk back to her cart, she saw the nurse. The girl turned three shades of red as she tried to stammer out an explanation while crying. She was close enough that I was able to reach out to hold her hand. That calmed her down a lot.

Putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder, the nurse said, “Dear, you didn’t do anything. You need to worry about sugar. If you went around making a habit of helping boys urinate or getting a good check of their privates, then we goin’ to have us a problem. Now, how about you get one of them washcloths all nice and wet with warm water, get these covers back off him and his pants down to finish the job right. Everyone knows girls got to be pat dry but never think these boys don’t need it too. If we don’t wash and dry them good when they finish, they go off smelling like we don’t even bathe them none. I sure am not going to get no stink eye from no all up in himself doctor catching a sniff of pee on my patients.”

The girl hurried to get the washcloth while the nurse went out to get this tube of something that she took with her to the bathroom after getting the urinal. I watched the girl’s eyes go wide as she got my pajama pants down below my balls. She did her best gently wash around my dick and balls. Only at the very end did she realize she was going to have to touch my dick if she was going to clean it properly. Same with my balls. Her fingers felt fantastic as she held me while patting around my dick with a towel. More moving of my dick around while drying me had me rock hard. It wasn’t all that impressive to me.

“Well, look there missy,” the nurse told her. “He is recovering enough to show you that he likes it when a pretty girl is washing his penis. He’s never going doing that for any of us old nurses. Now you take that as a compliment, you hear me, girl. Don’t go getting all wound up about all that nonsense they gone stuffing in your head about boys and what they want when they go getting themselves an erection.”

The nurse left the girl there with my PJs down at my knees and dick pointing skyward. She was beet red when I told her she could get a better look at it, if she wanted to, before helping me get my pants back up and covers on. She checked from all angles was as much as she did. When I was all covered up, she looked at my face for a long time.

“You and the nurse aren’t playing a joke on me are you,” she asked.

“Why would I make fun of you?”

“Because of those dark glasses and the bandages you had over your eyes when they said you weren’t waking up,” she told me. “All the kids here with bandages over their eyes or dark glasses are all blind. You don’t expect me to think you are going to read the books, do you?”

She made me laugh hard for a few seconds before I could say, “Oh, you got me going there. You didn’t notice me looking through all of the books and then asking for one by name before you fished out the first and second books from that series?”

I watched her think about that for a second before I told her that she had on a pink and white striped shirt. She had on what looked like a pink sports bra or tank top underneath, with a mustard stain on the strap. She knew I was right because she noticed two buttons had popped open, showing the bra strap that had a mustard stain on it.

How exactly did she get mustard on her bra strap? It is still a little wet, so she had to have done it recently.

“I’m not blind. Something happened during my accident that made me light sensitive. Even with these goggles tinted to block out almost all light, it looks like noonday sunshine in here to me. I’m so sorry I scared you the day I first woke up. I wanted to see where I was so I picked off the tape to be able to open my eyes. They put them on mem, and I have been wearing them almost all of the time, so I don’t even realize how it looks to everyone else. Thanks for being sweet and not teasing me about how small I am down there. Boys my age are supposed to bigger and have a lot of hair already,” I told her.

She got red again as she said, “Sorry if I hurt you when I was helping you pee or wash up. I have never seen a penis before. My parents gave me the birds and bees sex talk years ago. I know boys pee standing up unless having a bowel movement. I didn’t know how it all worked.”

“You did just fine, thanks,” I told her.

“What did she do just fine David,” Kelly asked as she came into the room.

Jealous much, Kelly?

“I had to pee badly. I tried to do it myself, but someone came in while I was asleep re-did my IV. With my hand taped, I wasn’t able to do everything one-handed and not pee everywhere,” I told her with just a bit of annoyance in my voice directed at Kelly. “She didn’t know what to do at first, but we worked together to get it so I could pee.”

Kelly told the girl to makes sure she washed her hands good. The girl just said she did when she was rinsing out the cloth used to wash me up after I finished.

Once the girl was gone, pushing out her cart, Kelly told said, “Sorry I wasn’t here all day David. I already had my feet set when you knocked the rope out of my hands. I twisted my ankle and somehow managed to dislocate my shoulder. My pediatrician snatched me from your room while he was making rounds. He marched me over to his office. His nurse had me strip to my panties and then go out into the open part of the office to be weighed, measured, and get an X-Ray. I was never so glad that I don’t have anything noticeable on top yet. He says they schedule their appointments to only have boys or girls there in different blocks of time, but it is bull. There were seven boys and two tween girls waiting with me to have our measurements done or waiting for an X-Ray. I would have died if I had breasts. It was bad enough that most of the boys got boners when they saw me in just my panties. Most of them had wet spots forming by the time Radiology said they didn’t need to take any of them over.”

I would think she would be ecstatic that the boys were getting wood because of her body.

“Hot dog! You confirming you don’t have anything on top means I can take these four new training bras back and go have a nice, five-star dinner tonight,” her mom said coming into the room. “As for having to be bare-chested in front of the boys waiting for their turns, you haven’t been forced to go topless since you were five after the tantrum you threw that day. There have disposable gowns at the end of the exam table. So cut the bull already. We both know you went out topless to show off. I am surprised you didn’t just go out naked.”

Kelly replied, “But the gown would throw off my weight. I don’t want him saying I was getting fat.”

“So would having that 10oz hamburger with bacon, cheese, onion rings, and fried eggs for lunch. Going back for a large chili-cheese fry, two milkshakes and then three large pieces of cherry fudge brownie cake didn’t help your weight a bit either. There is no way you are going to argue that a two-ounce paper gown, or even a t-shirt, will cause any discernible difference. Plus they always adjust for it that anyway,” her mom told her.

“You can’t take the bras back even if you wanted. They have been washed and had the tags cut off,” Kelly fired back.

Kelly gets annoyed at the oddest things. She doesn’t bitch a bit about her mom catching is almost having sex, twice, and yet she freaks out about her mom teasing her about bras in front of me?

“Mom was right about the doctor’s office. Now that I finally have enough on top to not look like a boy, I wanted to see if any of the boys would look,” Kelly told me. “One boy did, for all of two seconds, before he stared at my panties. The boy wasn’t interested in my chest at all. A little girl came by in camisole. He was trying his best to see if he could look down it to see her little girl’s chest. If I had my bra on, he would have looked at me.”

Putting my hand on her arm, I said, “All of the girls in high school who aren’t skin and bones have boobs big enough to push out their shirts. You started puberty late like me. We know I have finally started to grow down there. You are too. We have to be patient.”

“I want them bigger already. Nine-year-old girls, I bathed this morning that have bigger chests,” she said with a sad sigh.

“Kelly they have much smaller bodies than you do. My dick looks tiny in your hands. In one of the nine-year-old girl’s hands would make it look pretty big,” I said.

She stripped to her panties and then got a specimen cup. After playing around with me for a first, she sucked me until I was ready to squirt. Once it finished, she pulled the dress from yesterday over her head to run it down to the lab. It took a bit longer than expected. I was enjoying some cinnamon and sugar oatmeal while drinking warm broth when she returned. She proclaimed that as soon as I finished eating, I was having some time on the toilet, then I was going for a walk.

I was quite happy that I was going to be allowed to go out on the walk wearing my pajamas and not a hospital gown. I felt pretty stable as I got myself to standing behind the walker and made it all of four tiny half-steps before I was doing all I could to keep myself standing while trying to catch my breath. Another few baby steps moved me a whole three feet from the side of my bed. The clock showed that it took me close to an hour to make it the twenty feet to the nurse’s station. I would have stopped sooner, but I wanted the damn board off my right hand. Kelly had to push me back to my room in a wheelchair. I was stripped and put on the toilet again while Kelly ran off to find her mother so that she could get her clean clothes.

A nurse came in when I flushed and said I was getting in the tub. She was laughing so hard at the rubber duck’s groans, and screams, that she almost pissed herself. I was still on the toilet when she ran off to get something she said she was sure I would like, a lot, now that I am a big boy. I knew her enough from my last visits that she was teasing me a bit. Once she was back, I saw I was going to like what she brought. She got me in and then put the straps under my arms, around my waist and over my legs just above my knees.

She smiled at me as she said, “It came in this morning with your name on it. I have never even heard about something like this existing. With you fully strapped in properly, there is no way you can turn from side to side to get face-down in the water to drown. The back reclines but has safety features that keep you from leaning back enough to get your head underwater, no matter how you might try. It will let you slide forward to add more hot water, but it will only you when sitting straight up. Now you can play with your rubber ducky as long as you want and we don’t have to play rubber ducky with you the whole time.”