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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #193 "Murphy In Need"" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #193
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 14 in this story, after year 4 special school, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #193 "Murphy In Need"
Dear Carlos,
Pete and I were in our office at work, between appointments, when I
got a contact from Murphy. It was very weak. I signaled Pete to listen.
Murphy was injured. Shot. I told him we would take care of things, and
he passed out. I grabbed some medicine and drank it. He was in an alley
in a rundown industrial area. I checked it out, and there was nobody
around. I ported us there. He was bleeding from a wound in the stomach.
Pete ripped his clothes away from the wound, and reported it was not
through the back, and just one shot. I was grabbing first aid and
surgical supplies from our school storeroom, from the 4th. Pete said he
was bleeding internally, heavily. Psychic object sense was really
helping us. I put a 4th viewpoint inside the wound and saw more that
way.
Murphy was bleeding from a major blood vessel near where the small
intestine had been torn open by the bullet. While I was looking, Pete
was unpacking the equipment. I said "We have to sew up that bleeder, or
he will die. I'm going to use 4th controls. Set up a suture needle with
thread." He did and gave it to me. I said "While I'm doing this,
contact my father and tell him what we know, and ask where we should
take Murphy, and the best way he thinks we should." I grabbed the
needle with tiny 4th hands and stretched the wound open to allow room
for the operation. It wasn't enough, so I made a knife with a 4th hand,
and cut it open some more. Then I put the needle inside. It was too
big. I cut it smaller, and sharpened the end, with 4th tools. Then I
sewed the blood vessel shut. I did the same to the intestine. Then I
washed the wound out with saline solution from a bottle. The major
bleeding had stopped, and his intestine wasn't leaking disgusting
smelly digestive stuff anymore.
Father contacted me and told me which hospital to bring him to. They
would have a gurney, which is a rolling hospital bed used in
ambulance's, outside for us, with no witnesses. I put a 4th viewpoint
there, and saw it, and nobody was outside with it. Pete and I picked up
Murphy, and I ported us there, and we put him on the gurney, and rolled
it and him into the emergency room. I told the Attending Doctor what
had happened, and what I had done. He didn't believe me right away,
until I showed him my work ID, and said it was Bureau business. He
examined him and said to us, "Excellent field work. The best. Thanks.
We'll take it from here." They wheeled him onto the operating room. I
contacted father and brought him up to date. He would tell Murphy's
supervisor what had happened. I called Alice at work and told her we
would be out the rest of the day on emergency Bureau business. She was
used to that, and didn't ask any questions. Then the hard part. We had
to wait for him to be able to talk to us.
And we had get the other Doctor who operated on him, to let us see
him. We tried, but he said only family could see him. I showed him our
IDs, and he didn't believe they were real. I said "We rescued him. I
operated on him in the field and saved his life. We brought him here.
We need to find out who shot and tried to kill an armed G-Man, our
friend and coworker, BEFORE THAT PERSON MAKES MORE VICTIMS FOR YOU TO
WORK ON. Or don't you care about that?" He still refused. Pete said "Is
this the place where Rod's father works? I said "Yes. Let me find him.
Can't be contact, if he's operating. That would distract him." I sent a
4th viewpoint around and found him. "He's in surgery, but just closing.
He'll be out in 5. I'll contact him then, and he'll tell the hospital
administrator, who will get this idiot out of our way, or else. He is
smart enough not to want his hospital overrun with G-Men." We kept
talking while we waited. Pete said "It's sad, but to be expected.
Doctors aren't any more intelligent than other regular people." I said
"Yes. He's only about 124 IQ, and he thinks he's SO intelligent. To
you, at 182, he's a baby. He can't ever understand what real
intelligence is." Pete said "And to you, he isn't even born yet?" I
said "My analogy didn't account for me. I don't have real IQ. The tests
don't work for me. They won't work for you, either, now. He's done. I
told him. He's on his way to the administrator. He's talking to him
now. Oh, he remembers what I did here before. That will get him moving.
He runs well." The doctor was still in front of us, listening with
amazed disbelief.
He was even more amazed when the Admin man practically jumped out of
the nearby elevator and almost ran down the doctor who was in our way.
There was some yelling of bad words, and the doctor wilted before him,
like a month old flower. Then the Admin turned to me and said,
"Stephen, you're cleared for access, and anything else you want." I
said "Thanks. This is Pete. We brought the agent in, and we need to ask
him, as soon he is awake, what happened, and who did it to him. We need
to protect the public form the man who tried to kill him. Odd your
doctor didn't care about that." The doctor said, "But he won't be able
to talk!" Pete said to him, "Doctor Brainless, Stephen just gave us an
accurate running account of what was happening on a different floor. Do
you think we would let a little thing about not talking, stop us?" I
said "And this guy is in charge of handling emergencies? I recommend a
career change. Murphy is waking up. He's a little groggy, but we should
be there so he can see us. He would be expecting me." Admin went with
us. The dazed doctor tagged along behind us. I said to him, "Don't you
have some work to do?" He said "Not at the moment." I said "Well,
alright, but don't even squeak near us. One more thing. Security. Don't
tell anybody about us and what we do. Not a word. If you do, firing and
blacklisting will be the least of your problems."
We went into the room where the patient was in, and next to his bed.
He had a tube up his nose and into his stomach. He was awake, but a
little groggy. I said "Hi Murphy. I told you to keep your nose out of
trouble. Now we have to add your stomach to the list. Don't try to
talk. You know we don't need that. First, I'm going to examine you." I
ran my hands over his body in the air, and checked his chakras and
aligned them. His third eye opened a little more, when I got to it. I
fed him some healing energy, and helped him block pain. I signaled Pete
to connect to me, and I connected to Murphy. I said +Feeling better?+
He said +Yes, thanks. Here's what happened.+ He told us everything. I
asked Pete to contact father and tell him, while I stayed with Murphy.
I said +I'm sorry this happened.+ He said +Me too. I suppose you're
going after him?+ I said +Maybe. Don't know yet. Pete is reporting it
now. If they need us, we will help. We don't do revenge, you know.+ He
said +Except for nosejobs!+ I said +You're lucky you're hurt, or I
said +I'm going to disconnect now, so we can do some more things. I'll
be back. You work on getting better.+ I disconnected.
I ignored the still astounded doctor, and told the Admin, "We got
everything we needed, and sent it on. Murphy is going to recover
without complications. I'll be checking on him, anyway. He's not going
to be a patient patient, any more than I was." Admin smiled and said,
"Good. Glad to hear it." Rod's father was standing outside the door. I
went out to talk with him. I said "Thanks for your help." He said "Any
time. Well, almost." I said "Right. I waited till you were done. Has
Rod told you anything interesting recently?" He grinned and said, "He
sure has! An adept in the family! I love it." He grabbed me and have me
a big hug. I said "Meet another one, Pete." They hugged too. We walked
to his office. The other doctor tried to follow, but I held him back
with a 4th hand. Pete noticed what happened, and grinned his face
almost in half. Admin just barely succeeded in hiding his own grin. The
Admin and the doctor went back to whatever they usually do. I told
Rod's father how proud I was of Rod, and about his fancy shot in the
dark which stopped the kidnappers' car. He was very interested about
what we did to the General. He said "That must have Gauled him." Pete
and I groaned at the pun. We hugged again, before we ported home.
While we were on the bed, playing with each other's nuts, which felt
great, I told him about the first adept I fought, and what happened,
and what I learned from that. He didn't say wow, but just barely. Then
he said, "It's been a while. Link?" We grinned. It doesn't take much
encouragement by any one of us, to start boy play. I kept the link
going till we squirted hard.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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