In article <Grant-me-that-0609101@Grant.Grant>, +Grant.
<+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
> 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
This has everything a good story should have, and more.
It stands alone very well, too.
I particularly like the last line.
Mover, avid reader
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