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The Adventures of Stevie #38
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #38 "Less and More Than Nursing"
Dear Carlos,
To help you remember from my last letter, I was just going past the
sinks on my way out of the locker room, when I stepped on something
which rolled under my shoe. I was falling. I was going to hit the
corner of the sink with my head. I twisted as much as I could to avoid
it, and the whole world went dark and silent.
Now I can tell you what happened after that.
I woke up when Tommy was screaming for Sensei. My head hurt on the
side, right next to my eye. I brought my hand up and touched it, and
right away wished I didn't. I said "Ow". Tommy heard and came running
over and told me to be very still. I didn't mind that. In fact I wanted
to go back to sleep. He told me I had to stay awake. It was very
important. So I did. Sensei came in and told us the ambulance was on
the way, and he had called my father at his office, who would see me at
the hospital. I said "What for, I just banged my head a little." Then I
threw up all over my clean shirt. Then I said a bad word I shouldn't
have. I think I was surprised more than they were, but I knew what it
really meant. I wasn't myself. My head injury might be serious. I
didn't say anything else after that except answer questions the
ambulance people asked me on the way to the hospital. I was sick again
in the ambulance, but that was normal for me. I told them that. I'm not
sure they believed me.
The doctors did all kinds of tests. I didn't like them. They told
father what they found out, outside the room I was in, so I wouldn't
hear it. I did. My skull was fractured next to my eye. It was just a
little crack and not serious by itself, but I might have a mild
concussion. That's a bruise on the surface of the brain. It can cause
serious problems if it's a bad one. A mild one isn't much of a problem.
They wanted me to stay a few days in the hospital for observation just
in case. I thought of giving them a picture they could watch, instead
of me, but didn't have one with me. I didn't have anything, not even my
glasses. I was naked under the sheet. It was still a little cold. If
the doctors didn't wear coats all the time, they wouldn't have to keep
the hospital so cold. A little color would be nice, too. White all the
time is so boring. I was thinking all kinds of thoughts while I was
there. There wasn't much else to do but sleep. I did. In between when
they came in and poked at me. Then morning happened. It started with
breakfast. It wasn't good, but I was very hungry. I don't usually eat
breakfast. Why bother, just to lose it in the car on the way to school?
Then things were bad.
After breakfast, a very old and ugly nurse came in to give me a bath.
Old doesn't make people ugly. Ugly feelings do, and she had them all
over her face. She pulled the sheet off me like she was mad at it.
There was a man in the bed next to mine, named Mr. Baal. He could see
everything. The nurse could have pulled the curtains around my bed so I
could have some privacy, but she didn't. She told me to turn over on my
stomach so she could wash my back. I did and was fast enough, but she
pushed me anyway. I was not liking her. She washed me like she hated me
and wanted to hurt me. Mr. Baal tried not to look. I could tell he was
embarrassed for me. I was sorry he had to see me treated this way.
Then she rolled me over. I didn't think it could get worse, but it
did. With Mr. Baal there, and her washing, my monster woke up. Now I
was really embarrassed. The nurse wasn't. She called me a dirty rotten
little boy for doing that. She kept saying a lot of really bad things
about me and my monster all the time she was washing my front. What
made it worse was she kept banging into my monster like it was an
accident just enough so it couldn't go to sleep. I could tell the man
was shocked and angry about what she was doing and saying, and so was
I, but neither of us could do anything about it. It was like we were
prisoners being tortured. I felt it was that bad. Then she finished and
left. I was miserable the whole day, and cried sometimes, except when
Tommy visited, and father brought Jeremy to visit. I didn't tell them
about it. Mr. Baal didn't say anything to me. I think he didn't want to
remind me what happened and embarrass me some more. I was glad of that.
I saw Tommy and Jeremy looking at each other in a nice way when they
were visiting me. I was more glad about that, and thought about what I
was going to say to them about it later. It helped me not think so much
about what that nurse did.
The next morning was going to be different. I was going to see to
that. Breakfast was okay. Then a different nurse came in to wash me.
She was very pretty, and her Irish accent was like the music of little
tinkling bells of different sizes, falling down a very green gentle
grassy hill. That wasn't enough. I wouldn't let her near me. She tried,
but I kept screaming and kicking her away. I was NOT going to go
through that again, EVER! I think she was going to go get a doctor,
when Mr. Baal in the bed next to me told her she needed to hear
something important about my problem. She went over to him and he
whispered what happened. I didn't want to hear it so I covered my head
and ears with the pillow. It hurt, but I did it anyway. It didn't do a
very good job. After she left I thanked him. He said it was the least
he could do. I don't think I could have told her what happened before.
I heard her talking to a man down the hall, but not well enough to
hear what she said. That was good. Then I heard him yell "She did
WHAT?" They talked some more I didn't hear, and then he said loud
enough for me to hear, "That is not to be tolerated. I will see she is
fired and blacklisted." I thought that was good. She couldn't do that
any more to little boys she hated. Then he said "If he had had a more
serious concussion, the stress of his reaction just now could have
killed him! But fortunately, not in his case. I think we will be
discharging him this afternoon, or tomorrow." That was interesting.
"I'll talk to him.'' He did. He was very sorry and very nice. He said
that nurse was very wrong. Nurse Glinnis wasn't like her at all. "She
will be very nice to you. Please let her wash you. It's a hospital
rule." I thought I would try it, and see what happened, so I said
"Well, okay." It was good father had brought my glasses. One of the
earpieces was off, but I could still wear them in bed, so I could see
the new beautiful nurse.
He went out and Nurse Glinnis came back in. She drew the curtains
closed around my bed. I thought it was a good start. She said "Don't
worry, I'm going to be very nice to you. If there is anything you don't
like, please let me know right away." I nodded. Then I told her "I
don't mind if you keep talking. I love your voice. It's beautiful." She
laughed. I never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I rolled
over on my stomach and she washed my back and things. Then she asked me
to role over on my back for the rest. Now was the test. My monster was
already awake. I rolled over. She saw it. She said, "Oh my!" I thought,
well, that's different. I said "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, you are
so beautiful." She smiled as bright as a lighthouse shining in my eyes
and said "That's perfectly alright. I'm flattered, and impressed." I
heard Mr. Baal whisper to himself "You darn well should be." I thought
that was very funny.
She washed me. It went okay, until she leaned over me and I could
look down inside the top of her dress. My monster jumped in reaction to
what I saw, and slapped her. I said "I'm sorry it hit you. It likes you
so much it aches." She said "Don't be concerned. You are quite a man.
It's the nicest slap I've ever had, and don't worry about the ache,
I'll take care of it. It's the least I can do." I thought, I'm
beginning to like this "least" thing. Then I asked "Man?" She said
"Yes, didn't you know you have a hair down there?" I said real fast
"Where?" and tried to see, and made my monster poke me in the eye. I
said "Ouch! It never hit ME before!" She laughed again, which I liked a
lot. I put my glasses back on.
Then she washed my monster. I couldn't help saying "Ohboy! That feels
so GOOD. Please don't stop!" She said, "Don't worry, I won't. I want to
make up for what the other nurse did to you." Mr. Baal in the next bed
said loud enough for the nurse to hear, "Oh God!" I said to him,
"Close, she's an angel." I heard his curtains go around his bead. He
said "Please tell them to knock before entering. I'll be busy for a
while." I said "I will. It's the the least I can do." He snorted, and
Glinnis and I laughed a little. We knew what he was doing, just as he
knew what we were doing. She was still washing my monster, and it was
liking it very very much. Then she kissed me on my mouth, which liked
it so much my monster almost jumped out of her hands. Then she got it
all covered in soap, and put her hand around it like a fist and ran it
up and down my monster. I didn't think it was possible it could get
harder, but it did. I was breathing faster and and she was moving her
hand faster. Then she grabbed my nuts with her other hand. That's when
it happened. A wonderful pleasure feeling so intense it was almost a
pain, filled me up so impossibly full, like candy fireworks inside me,
it squirted out of my monster in a clear stream up high about 3 or 4
feet and fell down, right on my face. 4 times it did that, before it
was empty.
I said. "Wow," after I caught my breath. It was funny ME saying that
for a change, but it was all I could say for a while. I said it a few
more times. Then I said "You are wonderful!, but could you clean off my
glasses? It got all over them, and I don't want to miss any second of
seeing you." I heard Mr. Baal moan at that. I think it helped him
finish, because his breathing got quieter after that. I was glad I
could help. Glinnis cleaned my glasses and my face, and kissed me
again. My monster let her know how much I liked it, and the view down
her dress she gave me when she bent down. I wanted to touch her breasts
but didn't dare. She finished cleaning me up. I asked if she would be
washing me tomorrow. She said she couldn't because she had to be
somewhere else. We said goodbye. We kissed again and she left. I hoped
she would come again before I left the hospital.
The doctor saw me in the afternoon. I wondered if he knew just how
nice the nurse was to me, but I couldn't risk asking. I didn't want to
get her in trouble if it wasn't allowed. The doctor told my parents I
would be alright, but I shouldn't do anything like exercise for a week
or 2, and avoid anything which could hit my head for 6 or 7 weeks, and
come back right away if there are any problems. Then we went home,
after taking Jeremy back to his new home. He came with my parents to
the hospital, which was why we were bringing him home then.
He was in the back seat with me, and we held hands. I whispered to
him I had a lot to tell him when we could be alone together to talk. He
said we would figure out how to do that. Then we just sat together a
while and hugged, and a little more. I put his hand on my monster. He
could feel it was a wake. I put my hand on his, and I could feel it was
awake too. We kept our hands still, but just the same, love flowed
through them. Then he had to get out and go inside. We held hands for a
second, and he was gone. I was thinking about Glinnis and Jeremy all
the rest of the way home. So was my awake monster. It wanted her hands
real bad. Jeremy's too. I wanted all of her, and all of him, but all I
had were my own hands. They weren't anything like hers or his, but they
were man hands now, and knew what to do.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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