Chapter 11
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I didn't have to worry about Sparky knowing he was in good hands with Dotty and Mrs. Vincent, seeing how well they care for their own pets at home. Besides, I knew without a doubt I could trust her. And she was right: It was far better for me to be in school than lying around the house in bed doing nothing.
Done that and hated every minute of it. The only thing I had to concern myself with was how to play hurt, not that hard really because I was hurt, just not as much as my latex and fake blood and bandages said I was. Bruised and sore? Yes. Tired? Absolutely, weak as a newborn kitten? Hell yes, in so many ways.
You got to love curbside service as the kids in school saw me coming off the bus in a wheelchair, as my nurse according to her name tag said Betty Parks, and as far as I knew that was her real name. Draped a warm blanket around my shoulders and re-draped the other one on my legs and feet but not covering them so the blanket wouldn't get caught under the wheels.
She checked my I.V. needle, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be as Jake and Adam carried my school stuff like obedient slaves. We only made one stop to my locker to put away the books I wouldn't need today and my Gym bag I wouldn't need until the third period. I wondered how Jared was making out with his group of friends and his personal nurse by the name of Veronica Walden.
Betty surprised me by placing my backpack on my lap, telling me to make myself useful. I guess I should tell you about Nurse Betty. Besides the rocking hot nurse uniform, she had light blond hair, green eyes, and a perfect pudgy nose, basically the face of an angel or beauty queen.
She was a jaw-dropping bombshell, and the boys knew it as I saw them drop their books and hang their mouths open, salivating. I questioned if they even glanced at me sitting in a wheelchair. My first class was English lit with Mrs. Hothner; she took one look at me from head to toe before she noticed my nurse.
Betty handed her my notes right on the queue. One from the doctor and one from my parents. She had already been informed like all my teachers as well as the principal in case there were any problems or complaints about how I was dressed. He didn't know any more than that because we couldn't trust him.
As well as some of my teachers, except for Adam's Dad, Mr. Thomas, and Mrs. Hothner as well my coaches, and of course Bishop Sakes my Institute teacher. Mrs. Hothner had already had set up a small table by her desk in front of the classroom. Even though I preferred the back or the middle of the classroom, it made it easier for me to get in and get out of the classroom and my back would be facing the corner where nobody could really see it.
Also, I was using an older pair of glasses, until Dad could pick me up a new pair later, using one of Mr. Vincent's contacts that was in the eye business. He even set me up with an eye doctor on Wednesday to see about contacts. Even after I told him, contacts were way out of my price range.
Having him tell me he was sending Gloria the bill for my new glasses and contacts. Providing they could find her, then again, she wasn't collecting her next check after what she had done to me and Jared.
Once I was set up in my spot, Betty took the blanket off my shoulder and folded it under my wheelchair so the passing students could see some of the open wounds and bandages. And made sure I had plenty of ice-cold water, with a straw and everything I would need to follow along in class. After Mrs. Hothner explained to the class with a brief explanation of what had happened to me.
Made sure she mentioned Crawford and Gloria and said Jared and I were kidnapped last Friday after school and drugged, beaten, and sexually raped. Then they tried to kill us by poisoning me and my brother, Jared. Leaving us at the side of the road, in a ditch to die. Explaining why I am dressed the way I am and why I am in a wheelchair instead of lying in a hospital bed or at home.
Then said. "Anyone that leads us to these people that have done this will get an "A" for the course automatically, with no homework, tests, or papers. She said. "If you have any questions or concerns or you know where we can find these people, please come talk to me after class, or drop off an anonymous note in the box at the door of your classes or in various places around the school. Now open your books to page―"
During each of my classes, Betty would busy herself taking my temperature or listening to my heartbeat. Sometimes make the fake blood run down my chest by pinching lightly on one of the small packets under the bandages. Causing the girls and some of the boys to feel quite sick and their faces green or say yew gross.
I would cringe in pain when she removed the small patch with another clean bandage as she daubed the latex wound with the cotton ball turning it red and throwing it away in the garbage can and cleaned up the blood that ran down my chest with many of the alcohol wipes. She even changed my I.V. bag right there in front of the classroom. Causing the boys to look over as to see the fake needle as she replaced the line. One boy passed out when he saw the needle go inside my fake skin.
Several times, the teacher would have to regain the attention of the class and ask Betty if I needed to leave the room after that. Telling the teacher the needle came loose and would have it fixed in a jiffy as she bent over, giving the boys a very good look at her butt and long legs. Sometimes I would leave the room just so I could go pee, or she would give the excuse that she needed me to lie down so she could change all the bandages.
Three times I passed out, being so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Causing Betty to shake me awake and slap my cheeks when I come unresponsive, instead of just nodding off, as most kids would do in class.
Instead, I would be writing or reading along in class only to have my head drop and hands flop to the sides. Scaring the crap out of Betty and the class, as she would take my pulse telling the teacher that it was due to the painkillers I had passed out. Seeing me coming back around asking what happened. The teacher asked if I was alright, or if I needed to go home. I would shake my head and apologize and continue where I had left off.
I didn't need a hall pass as I made my way out of the room, Betty like Jody had a sense of humor, as we went inside the men's room, and helped me stand up and dropped my pants down to my ankles and worked my penis so I wouldn't have to let go of the sides of the stall while she draped a blanket over my shoulders.
She would say. "What?" As the boys watched her, "I am a nurse. It's not that I don't know how to handle a penis, boy. I have changed millions of diapers and bathed many boys your age and your fathers. Now wash your hands and get to class." Pulling up my pants and helping me to my wheelchair.
The principal had set a reserved table for me and my friends where a wheelchair and chairs could fit under instead of the basic bench table. Once Betty had me in my spot, she went directly up in front of the line and grabbed my food and hers, letting one of my friends carry it for us. We whispered quietly as we discussed the rest of our day which would be the hard parts of getting through them. Or if it would be best if I went home instead because I kept passing out in class.
The problem we were facing was Gym class and Swimming. We knew the coaches were in on it and we were told they had set up some simple physical therapy. We just didn't know what or what we needed to do. That wouldn't show that I wasn't as injured as I looked.
The weakness I had was the easy part. It was mostly the swimming exercise we were concerned about because we couldn't cover my back with bandages and call it good. The latex and paint were waterproof and so was the glue, mostly. The bell rang and once more nurse Betty walked into a locker room full of boys while they were dressing.
She smiled as they hurried up and covered themselves. Causing her to roll her eyes and give her directions to my locker. She ignored the boys who were staring at us and covered themselves. She quickly solved the problem, by helping me off with my pants and boxers as I sat in the wheelchair and dressed me in my Gym shorts.
Once she had, she quickly rolled me out to the gym as Coach Brady came to my side and lifted off the blanket from my back. Then he told her what he wanted me to do. I gave a big sigh of relief as he sent me over to the parallel bars and told the rest of the boys to split up into teams for basketball.
Coach Brady had everything ready as he took out his clipboard so he could monitor my progress. He had me stand up and told the nurse to remove the I.V. so it wouldn't get in the way. He knew it was fake, but didn't say anything as she unhooked it. Placing a bandage to make it look like that, she just pulled it out of my arm. The exercise was easy, or it used to be easy as Coach helped me stand up, noticing my legs starting to wobble.
Jake and Adam asked if he needed any help. Coach said. "No, I think I got it, boys." He had me grabbed both his arms and said. "Walk towards me one step at a time." After my fifth or sixth steps, I fell as he quickly caught me.
He had Betty bring me the wheelchair so I could sit down. He frowned, and he rubbed his chin and then said. "I expected more than that boy, but it's only been one day, not two or three since that poison was running through you. Let's try it again and this time I want you to walk all the way to the parallel bars." I nodded and dug deep and did what I was told. Even though I fell twice, I didn't quit until I made it there.
Once I had, he adjusted the bars to my waist and told me he wanted me to do fifteen laps then sit for ten then do fifteen more until I had done four sets. He took a seat, watching me and the boys playing basketball. I envied their movements at the moment, being able to run and not fall flat on their faces. I pushed myself to do six sets instead of four and only rested five minutes in between them instead of ten.
Once I had enough Coach said. "Ok know we're going to add knee bends. I want you to walk to each marker and do a knee bend and stand up and walk to the next marker. Six sets rest after each set." He had placed red tape to indicate as a marker on the bars spaced out every few feet. I did what I was told, but I didn't rest until I did two sets and did eight sets in total.
I could see the worry on his face when I had fallen to the ground, as my arms and legs gave out as I passed out. The only thing that saved me from injuring myself was I had fallen on the mats that were underneath. Causing both Coach Brady and my nurse to rush to my side, causing a panic in the gym as the boys in my class circled around me.
Coach asked if I had enough, seeing the sweat pouring off me, listening to me breathing hard. I shook my head no, and he said. "Too bad, because you say you can, but your body tells me if I let you keep pushing yourself like this.
I'll have no choice but to order you a nice hospital bed. Now hit the showers. And we will pick up where we left off on Wednesday. When you are dressed and ready, I'll have some exercises for you to do when you get home. Boys, give them room so we can get this stubborn boy out of here before he injures himself further."
Coach helped me as Betty brought over my wheelchair, watching me plop down in it from total exhaustion and head for the showers. Coach said. "Use the one by my office." Then he whistled for Jake and Adam. Handing his key to the shower near his office in the locker room. Telling Betty that he had set up a table so she could rub me down, and said in a low voice that only she and I could hear. "No stimulating him or sex until he gets home."
She nodded and said. "And how should we handle the swimming?"
Coach said. "No latex in the pool or bandages. He won't need them anyway, after watching him. I'll inform the coach you won't be attending practice today after watching him. Knowing that it would nearly be impossible for him to get in and out of the pool the way he is at the moment. Other than the kiddy pool which he is too big for.
"Mr. Vincent said you your familiar with pool therapy and working to earn your degree in physical therapy. And that you have been hired to do just that until these boys are back on their feet."
I gasped, thinking all this time she wasn't a nurse, just some girl he hired to play nurse to me. She smiled said. "And what about his brother? He is supposed to be joining us?"
Coach shook his head and said. "He won't be, not today, according to his coach. He did worse than Eric did and collapsed twice once in the bathroom and in gym class after only ten minutes of simple workout, and has already been sent home. So, I am recommending that both he and his brother use the pool at Mr. Vincent's house and have him set up a small workout area.
"I am also going to tell their parents that they stay home tomorrow. So, they can rest, which they should have been doing today instead of going to school in the first place. Just so they can play show and tell. Instead of staying home until they both can stand up and walk at least five or ten feet without falling down or passing out in class due to severe weakness.
"This is a school of learning, not a hospital and I am going to tell their parents that and give them both a kick in the ass for making them go to school in the first place when they both should have been in bed. Not joyriding. Now hit the showers."
Nurse Betty waited inside the room just in case Adam and Jake needed help, but we managed because the coach had placed a chair in there for me to sit on as Jake and Adam bathed me. She smiled at them, seeing their aroused cobras as they let me stroke them every so often. Wishing we could do a lot more than just shower. Or I wished more than just sitting in a chair as they bathed me and themselves as Betty dried me off and redressed me.
She put more bandages on me than latex because it wasn't worth the effort when I was just going to the institute and then back to the Vincent's place. She had stated that I was going home instead, but I can be stubborn when I want to and said. "It's just institute, and it is the last class of the day. An hour and forty-five minutes weren't going to kill me." Well, I hoped it wouldn't.
Coach handed her a list of exercises that he wanted me to do. I groaned because it seemed like a lot, but I knew he was helping me. She said she would make sure to give them to my parents. Coach said he would be stopping by to make sure. I reminded him that Vincent's were nudists. He shrugged his shoulders and said. "Big deal, it's not like I have never seen a woman naked before son. I was married once and raised two daughters and two sons. Now hurry up or you'll be late for class. Since I can't get you to change your mind about going home."
The institute class was a breeze because all we did was watch a movie, and I didn't have to do anything other than sit in the dark with a blanket over my shoulders. No one really noticed the bandages, and it was all over the school what had happened, and most of the kids were understanding. Or they were just wanted close up to see the many bandages that looked bloody gross. Or wanted to give Betty their phone number.
She would say. "You do realize young man that I am five or six years older than you?"
The boys said. "Hey, what can I say? I'm into older women that look like you babe." She rolled her eyes and ripped up their phone numbers the moment they left to take their seats.