Davey's Story - The 2012 Rewrite Chapter 6.htm
DAVEY'S STORY
The 2012 Re-write
Copyright © 1998 by JD
Rewrite Copyright © 2011 by JD
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 6: The Truck Stop, Hilda and the Chase!
I am not sure exactly what time it was, but I found myself being shaken awake. Since my eyes were still covered I had no idea who it was that just woke me from my slumber.
"D-d-a-a-a-d-d?" I stuttered slightly.
"I am sorry Davey your Dad is not here right now. I am here to make sure you are okay as the Doctor wanted us to wake you after five hours of sleep." A kind sounding lady explained to me.
"Where is my dad?" I asked as I wanted him right now more than ever to reassure me that I was okay.
"I am sorry Davey your Dad is in the waiting room where I think he finally fell asleep. I would get him for you but the hospital has strict rules about visiting time and since you are in the children's ward we felt it necessary for him to come back tomorrow morning."
"Please can I see him just real quick at least?" I begged.
I heard the nurse sigh then cave in to my pleas. "I tell you what if you promise to do everything I tell you without a fuss I will let him see you for a couple minutes."
I quickly agreed as I really did want to see my dad as I had woken up from another bad dream of my past.
"Okay Davey, I am going to remove the bandages from your eyes and I want you to keep them closed until I get the new bandages on, do you understand?" The nurse asked.
I nodded and she quickly removed the bandages. Once they were off I felt a warm wet cloth cleaning the area around my eyes. Like I promised I kept them squeezed closed. I then felt the soothing medicine being applied to my eyes. I found out later it had a pain killer in it as well to make my eyes not hurt so much. When she finally had the new bandages over my eyes I again opened them.
"Okay Davey, I need to change your diaper, but before I do I want to know if you are going potty. At first I was confused to why she would ask that but then I realized why she asked as I now noticed I had been depositing a surprise package in the back of my diaper. I figured she must have noticed the smell all of a sudden. Because of embarrassment I didn't trust my voice and only nodded my head yes and as I did this my bladder also decided to empty itself.
"Okay Davey, let me know when you are done then."
I decided since I had already started I could finish it much faster by pushing. This way I can get my diaper changed and see Dad. Actually I guess it would be more like hearing him and definitely feeling him and his love for me.
I quickly pushed all of my bodily waste out of me and when I was finished I sighed with relief. "I am done now." I told my unseen caretaker.
Without saying anything to me she went to work on changing my diaper. I guess I must have made a real mess in it as it took her a while to clean my bum and my little boyhood. When she felt I was once again clean, she taped another one of those thick hospital diapers on me.
"Davey you have been such a good boy and have done everything I asked you too so as I promised I will go get your father." The nurse told me as she left the room.
A few minutes later I heard someone enter the room. I was relieved and happy when I heard my dad's voice.
"Oh Davey I am so glad you are okay." I heard dad say and he then kissed me on the forehead.
The next voice I heard put a smile on my face, the first since I was beaten up. "Hey Casanova are you getting all the pretty Nurses phone numbers?" Uncle Justin asked jokingly.
"Uncle Justin you're so funny!" I giggled.
"Well sport you know I would do anything for a laugh. I got to go now. You just lay there and get better and I will see you tomorrow.
I felt Uncle Justin tenderly clasped my left leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You know I love you, don't you Davey."
I nodded my head and as he let go of my leg I heard him start to walk out of the room. "I love you too, Uncle Justin!" I yelled a little too loudly as I heard the kid in the bed next to me wake up and start crying.
"Dad?"
"Yes Davey I am still here."
"Dad can you let the little kid next to me know that I am sorry for scaring him." But before Dad could say anything I heard my Caretaker enter the room as I recognized her voice.
"Jason you are okay, go back to sleep honey." I heard the Nurse say sweetly.
I guess the kid must have gone back to sleep because I was no longer hearing him cry. At least I hope he was able to go back to sleep. I would feel awful if he were up the rest of the night because of me.
"Alright we need to let Davey get back to sleep." I heard the Nurse tell my dad.
"Davey I love you baby, now get some sleep and we will see you in the morning." Dad said before giving me another kiss on my forehead.
I then heard my dad also leave the room. My nurse before she left instructed me to get some sleep. She knew I needed my sleep and she was right as I felt real tired all of a sudden and soon found myself slipping back into the land of dreams and nightmares. In fact I found myself back to the nightmare of the day I lost my best friend Harold and was knocked out by Tony.
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When I awoke it was still early morning and I found that I was still lying next to the car. I was still a little dazed and in a lot of pain. I also was cold as the morning air was a little chilly for me to be standing in with soaked pajamas. My limbs and muscles were sore and very stiff as I had of course been lying on the hard pavement for a little over three hours. When my eyes became focused I noticed that I was in a parking lot of a small motel.
"W-w-why didn't Mommy come looking for me?" I whined as I started to tear up. At that moment I was feeling very lost and unwanted no longer fighting them back, the tears started streaming down the sides of my face falling from my chin and onto the pavement. As I stood there a cold breeze made its way through my cold, pee soaked, pajamas and caused me to shiver violently.
I had no idea what room my mommy and Tony were in and knew that I needed to get out of the chilly air and hopefully into clean, dry clothes. I tried the car doors and of course found all of them locked. I had no idea how long it would be until Mommy and Tony were going to be ready to leave, since we arrived only a few hours before they would most likely stay and sleep as long as they could, which could be several more hours. I knew if I stayed out in the cold in the condition I was in for much longer, I was going to get sick. For a moment I couldn't help longing for my friend Harold again, but then determined to survive even without Harold, I finally accepted that I had lost my stuffed bear and like many of my other things, would no doubtedly ever see him again.
"I just hope Harold can make some other lonely kid happy." I said quietly to myself through chattering teeth. "Davey you need to man up and stop crying for something that never will be." I tried to tell myself while using my hands to try and wipe away the tears.
I decided to go check out the motel office but found the door locked. I saw a sign hanging inside the door window, but was not able to read it. For a moment I thought of going to every room and banging on the door until I found Mommy, but I knew that would in the end get me in even more trouble.
"How could Mommy leave me out here like this?" I asked out loud as if the great outdoors could give me an answer. I sniffed loudly and used the back of my hand to wipe away the snot that was making its way to my lips. I almost started crying again as there was nothing else I could do. "NO! I am not going to cry!" I stubbornly proclaimed to myself and anyone else who might have heard me.
I took a good look around me until I noticed a truck stop down the road and decided that I would go over there to warm up, maybe even grab a shower and clean my pajamas. I had a lot of experience with truck stops as we had stopped at quite a few during our many moves. I knew most of them had showers and even laundry facilities.
Now I never been to a truck stop by myself before and was a little scared to do so now, besides I thought, "what would happen to me if Tony and Mommy decided to leave without me?"
This was a real fear of mine as I remembered Tony's words only a few hours ago. I knew without a doubt if it were up to him I would soon be an orphan. Well maybe not technically as my mommy was still alive. Another thought though, deep inside of me, one that I didn't want to voice or even think about, was trying to let me know that Tony would regret it if he left me behind. If I had been stronger I would have lingered and opened that thought to myself but I could not do so as it was something I could not bear to think about.
I pushed that thought and others that were trying to surface deep back inside me and forced myself to think about the here and now. Should I go to the truck stop or should I just stay here and hope that it will get warmer soon.
It was another strong cold breeze chilling me right to the bone that in the end made my decision easy. The truck stop was my only hope to keep from freezing. Determined I headed in the direction of the truck stop, hoping that Mommy would figure out where I went.
The short walk out in the open made it even easier for the chilly wind to whip through my wet clothing, robbing me of what little body heat I had left. I was so relieved when I finally made it to the truck stop's front entrance.
As I entered the truck stop I heard the bell announcing a new customer. I was relieved when I was welcomed by the warmer temperature and the absence of a cold wind whipping through my wet pajamas. The truck stop was a pretty large one and right when you walk in you can see pretty much the whole place as it was opened up that is besides the area on my right and the backroom where the bathrooms, laundry facilities, showers, and the waiting room for tired truckers.
As for the store itself I saw the shelves of snack food and the coolers with ice cold drinks. I could also see shelves and racks filled personal products, cleaning supplies, books on CD and tape, radios both CB and dash types, radar detectors, and also some shelves and racks with odds and ends of the normal junk that I see in most truck stops.
I didn't notice it at first but then on the other side of the store I also saw a small section of clothing articles. I was really wishing I had some money to buy some new clothes as my pajamas were a complete mess. But my mind was quickly refocused on something else that my senses picked up. It was my nose and it detected a smell that made my stomach rumble with hunger. I could not remember the last time I ate, all I knew were the smells emanating from the restaurant off to the right side of the store, was overwhelmingly delicious. Again I found myself wishing I had some money to buy some of that delicious smelling food. Oh well, I knew from experience that the trash cans were usually filled with food that had been thrown away and was uneaten at a lot of truck stops. I know that probably sounds gross to pretty much everyone, but it wasn't the first time I got a meal from a trash can.
The final thing I noticed was the sales counter where I saw a large man paying his bill, most likely a truck driver by his look. All of this I noticed in the first several seconds after entering the truck stop. It must have been the sound of the bell as I walked inside that gave me away. The elderly woman behind the counter saw me and shrieked. Her loud shriek scared the crap out of me; well actually I had already done that earlier in the car before Tony knocked me out, and from the feel of it I had gone again at some point before waking up. She did make me pee myself though.
"Oh sweet child, who did that to you?" the worried but friendly sounding lady asked as she rushed over to me.
At first I stood in terror as my bladder emptied itself and formed a puddle on the clean floor. When the fear started to wear off I began to notice the predicament I was in. Here I was, standing in front of this lady, and peeing all over her floor.
No longer able to stop it, I started to bawl.
"Oh sweet child don't cry, we will get you all cleaned up and into some clean dry clothes." The lady said soothingly to me.
She then took my hand and I, no longer caring and honestly not fully there, allowed her to lead me over to the small section of the store where I had noticed the few clothing articles for sale. She grabbed a shirt and pants and even a cool looking leather coat, in what she figured was my size. As she picked out the clothing articles, my interest got the better of me and I found that other than a few tears, I was no longer bawling. When she was satisfied with her choices she then led me back behind the counter where she grabbed a key, a towel, and wash cloth.
"Hey Buck, get your lazy butt up here and man the cash drawer. I'm taking a break," yelled the nice lady and once again startling me, luckily my bladder was now empty.
A few minutes later, a short fat man that smelled like spoiled milk and cigarettes came out of the back room and walked up to the cash register. As I was gagging on his smell I also couldn't help noticing the huge brownish green stain on his white work shirt. He didn't look too happy to be pulled from whatever he was doing at the time. Even so I could tell this man seemed to be slightly submissive to the elderly woman, my new savior.
"Also call Phil and let him know there is a puddle over there," I saw the elderly woman point towards the puddle of pee that I had so recently made.
"Come on Hilda; don't tell me you found another one!" Buck said exasperatedly but still in a slightly submissive way. "This time it looks like you really outdone yourself."
"Buck just mind your own damn business, besides can't you see the kid is hurt. It looks like someone beat him up, plus he is drenched and freezing and..." and at this point she lowered her voice "I think he soiled himself." Hilda whispered quietly in hopes that I wouldn't hear her, which embarrassingly I had. "Buck, just ring up these clothes for me so I can pay for them and get this poor boy in a shower."
Buck quickly rang up the clothes which I could tell cost a lot and couldn't believe some stranger was actually buying me all of them. I hadn't noticed but she had also picked up a small bottle of shampoo and a small bar of soap that she had paid for as well. She then led me back to the showers but instead of going to the men's showers, she took me into the lady's shower room.
As we entered the shower room I heard Bucks voice over the store intercom system. "Phil, you're needed up front, some kid pissed his pants and made a puddle on the floor that needs to be cleaned up ASAP." and I swear I heard Buck snigger as he turned off the intercom.
Throughout this announcement I felt the last little shred of dignity I had left, leave me. The embarrassment was enough to bring the tears back to my eyes.
"Oh baby, please don't cry," Hilda tried to comfort me. "Buck I am going to kill you!" Hilda grumbled under her breath, and then looked at me. "Buck can really be a jerk at times, I am so sorry he did that to you. I have half a mind to fire his butt right now!" It wouldn't be until later that her last comment here would make sense.
For the next several minutes Hilda continued to try to calm and comfort me. Her loving nature was at that moment what I needed most. Soon my sobs came to an end and Hilda began to wipe away the few straggling tears that still trickled down my face. I was now more ashamed of myself then anything but that was about to change.
When we entered the shower room there was a full length body mirror on the wall and for the first time that day I was able to get a really good look at myself. I was in worse shape then I had realized. I could see dry blood on my forehead and I had blood matted in my hair as well. My skin was scrapped badly in places. On top of all that my pajamas were filthy and soaked and even torn in a few areas. What I saw truly scared me and the shame I had felt before was replaced by fear and anger. I know these emotions at the same time were not normal but it was the conflict that was building inside of me.
"Don't worry my poor child, we will have you all clean in a jiffy and I will just throw your pajamas into the washing machine though they probably should be thrown away. I am afraid we don't sell underwear and socks that would fit you, so you will have to deal without, that is until we can get your underwear and socks cleaned." Hilda then looked at me for a minute. "Child do you have problems when it comes to making it to the bathroom at times?" Hilda asked as sweetly as she could in order to not offend me.
I didn't say anything at first, but then slowly nodded my head to let her know that I did.
"Oh Baby, I am so sorry to hear that." Hilda seemed truly sorry for my problem. "Can you tell me your name Sweetie?"
I nodded my head but didn't say anything as I was still to wrapped up in my own emotions to completely register what she wanted from me.
"Baby can you tell me what it is?"
"Huh? Ahhhh...?" I said in confusion. Then it finally registered what she wanted to know. "My name is Davey." I said softly.
"Well Davey, I have a secret of my own, would you like to hear it?" At this I nodded my head as Hilda smiled.
I loved secrets, I don't know why, I just do.
"Well Davey, don't tell anyone but old Hilda has those same problems as well."
At first I was not sure what she was referring to and I guess she must have saw my confusion and reminded me of the question she had asked of me a few moments before, about my bathroom difficulties. As it dawned on me what she was telling me I was shocked and surprised at this. As far as to my knowledge, I had never met a kid my age let alone an adult who also wet their pants and bed and sometimes even pooped themselves.
"You do?!" I asked in surprise. I then followed with, "do you poop sometimes as well?"
Hilda just nodded, "yep sometimes, and it can be very embarrassing, but do you know what I do for it?" Hilda asked me and I shook my head no. She then leaned over to be closer to my ear, and as if it was the biggest secret in the world, she whispered, "Well I have found that diapers work pretty good for me. Would you be interested in trying one out, that way you can keep your nice new clothes clean?"
At first I thought, "Only babies wear diapers!" That thought didn't stick around to long though as I remembered that Hilda just told me she wore diapers and she was definitely no baby. I really liked this old woman as she was very kind to me, and I felt for some reason I could trust her, so I decided that I would give it a shot.
"Okay Davey lets get you out of these wet pajamas and into the shower, is that okay?" Hilda asked.
I again nodded my head and Hilda very kindly started to pull off my wet and messy pajamas. As she pulled off my shirt she suddenly gasped. I looked up at her and I could see tears in her eyes. I felt her gently run her hand over my bruised body.
"Davey, I am so sorry. Who did this to you baby? There is so many bruises and a lot of them don't look recent. Davey baby, who is hurting you like this? You can tell old Hilda." Hilda managed while still trying to fight back tears.
I definitely did have quite a few bruises, with only a few caused from last night's run in with Tony. If I were to be honest, most of the bruises that sported my body were gifts from that wonderful guy Tony. (And in case no one realized it I was being facetious.) But of course I can't tell the truth as it was likely to cause my body more harm, so I told the normal lie.
"Oh, yeah those... I guess you can say I am pretty clumsy. Most of these bruises came from when I fell down the basement steps not too long ago.
"Davey, do you really think I would buy all that horses crap you just fed me?"
I just stood there looking at the floor, choosing not to say anything.
"Okay we can talk about it after we get you cleaned up. Do we have a deal?" As Hilda looked at me I nodded my head yes. "Good, now let's get you out of those wet dirty clothes." With that, Hilda started to remove the rest of my clothing.
When she had me stripped down to my underwear she took my hand again and led me over to one of the toilets, she then proceeded to carefully lower my soiled underpants in order to keep my poop from falling out of them and onto the floor. As soon as she had them off me she dumped the mess in the toilet and then set my underwear to the side and then asked me to bend over. She then proceeded to use a lot of toilet paper to clean my butt up as well as she could.
"Okay Davey, when you are in the shower make sure you clean yourself very good, including your bottom and your boy parts." Hilda instructed.
I again started to once again nod when I remembered something. The memory was of the bobble heads that my last teacher had on her desk. She had explained to the class, that they were there to remind us students to not be a bobble head but to clearly speak your questions and answers. For the last several minutes I realized that I had been nothing but a bobble head.
"I'm sorry ma'am for being a bobble head," and I meant it with full sincerity. "I will make sure to clean myself real good."
I saw Hilda smile and try to suppress a chuckle. I of course had no idea what was so funny and I am sure I looked very confused. This I guess caused her to smile even more.
"Davey you have no idea how cute you are do you?" being honest I shook my head no.
Hilda let out another light chuckle as she led me over to one of the showers. Before having me go in, like a protective mother she turned on the shower and made sure the temperature was not too hot or too cold. As I entered the shower she handed me the wash cloth, the soap, and the shampoo. She then pulled the curtain shut and allowed me to shower in privacy.
"Davey sweetie... I will be back in a little while. I am going to put your PJ's in the wash and pick up some of what we already discussed." Hilda called out before leaving me alone in the women's shower room.
I spent the first couple minutes just allowing the warm water run over me and relieve my sore body. Reluctantly I started to wash myself and as I promised, I washed myself extra good, paying a lot of attention to my little boyhood and bottom.
By the time that Hilda returned I was just finishing up my shower. I heard her come into the shower room and at first I wasn't sure it was her. That is until she said something and I recognized her voice.
"Davey, are you about done there sweetie?" Hilda asked sweetly.
"Yeah I'm done," I said as I opened the curtain, grabbed the towel she handed me, and started to dry myself off.
As I was drying myself I was a little too rough where one of my many bruises was at. I winced in obvious pain.
"Do you mind if I help you out there Davey?" Hilda asked worriedly when she noticed I had hurt myself.
Without thinking, I again nodded, but as soon as I realized what I had done I quickly followed the nod with, "Yes Mam."
"Oh there is no reason to be formal, just call me Hilda." Hilda smiled as she carefully dried my dripping body, making sure she was extra light over my most recent and painful bruises.
After I was dry I started to get nervous as I saw Hilda open a package of Baby diapers and knew what was about to happen. When she extracted a diaper she then spread the towel out on the bench.
"Davey can you lie down on the towel for me?" Hilda asked.
I silently did as she asked besides I couldn't back out now after I had promised that I would at least try the diapers out. After lying down Hilda grabbed both of my ankles and lifted my butt into the air. Quickly and efficiently she had the diaper opened and slipped under my behind before lowering me back down on it. I felt her bring up the diaper snugly between my legs and encase my privates. She then tightly taped the two tapes and then helped me stand back up.
Now in a baby diaper, which I was surprised fit me, she then helped me into my new clothes. "Davey can you lift one of your feet?" and I did what she asked as she proceeded to pull the pair of pants onto my raised leg. "Good boy! Now can you lift the other one for me?"
I again complied and now with my new pants being pulled up to my waist I felt a little better as the diaper was being hidden from view. After Hilda snapped the jeans she then grabbed my shirt and before she asked I instinctively held up both of my arms so she could slip the slightly large shirt over them and my head.
Now decked out in my new duds I checked myself in the mirror and was happy that I looked a lot better then I did not too long ago.
"Davey would you like something to eat?" Hilda asked me as she led me out of the women's shower room and back into the main part of the store.
"Yes Ma... I mean Hilda."
Hilda smiled at me and led me into the restaurant and surprisingly had a plate of food already prepared for me. She set me down at one of the tables and then sat across from me. She talked to me as I ate and at first she told me about herself and that she managed this truck stop. After talking about herself she started to ask me questions about me. She wanted to find out who beat me and where were my parents.
I didn't know what to say so I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to eat. In the end she realized I wasn't about to talk about the things she was wondering about and just sat across from me drinking a cup of coffee and watching me scarf down that good smelling and tasting food, and believe me when I tell you that it was much better than I was use to eating.
I was about done when I heard my mommy yell my name. At her voice I jumped up from the table and ran to her. We were about halfway out the door when Hilda tried to stop my mom.
"Can you please tell me who did this to him?" Hilda asked.
Like clockwork Mommy told Hilda the same thing I had told her earlier. "He fell down the stairs yesterday." And like that she pushed me the rest of the way out of the store.
I immediately saw Tony's car parked with the engine running at the entrance we just came out of. Hilda tried her best to stop us but I soon found myself shoved into the backseat of Tony's car where I saw the plastic still there from earlier. I then buckled myself in and as soon as Mommy got inside, Tony took off from the truck stop, with Hilda still trying to stop us.
I really liked Hilda as she was one of the few who had been kind to me and I promised myself that I would someday see her again and repay her kindness.
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I am not certain how long I was asleep this time but it couldn't have been long as I could somehow sense that it was still dark outside. It was probably due to how quiet it was.
I was awoken by the feeling of someone changing my diaper. By the feel and smell of it and what with all the wiping going on down there, I must have made a really poopy mess of it. I also couldn't believe that I crapped myself without even noticing, I hadn't done that in several months. Well I guess actually I had done that earlier but didn't think it counted considering that I realized I was doing it as soon as I was clued in on it.
As I said, I could smell the awful stink of the load I dropped into my diaper and let me tell you it was definitely not a smell that I ever wanted to smell again.
"Must be the medication they have me on." I thought to myself.
I continued to lay there through the changing waiting for the nurse to finish. I was curious as to what time it was currently. It must be close to morning by now and I was still hoping to get out of here as soon as I could. I also wanted these damn blasted gauze patches off my eyes, so I could see again. I know that getting out of here might be wishful thinking but it didn't stop me from doing it. I also knew the doctor said I would be able to have the gauze removed sometime that morning.
As I waited for the Nurse to finish with my diaper change my mind drifted back to my dream I was having before I was rudely awakened. Of course it didn't take long for me to start thinking about Hilda, who felt in my mind like the first person who really cared for me. Now this isn't of course true as my mom use to be a loving mother before the drugs took over her life. Still that was so long ago that I barely remember it. My time with Hilda while short was very special and meant a lot in my young life. I knew that at some point I needed to show her my appreciation of the kindness she gave me. That had been almost 2 years ago and I had no idea if Hilda was still at that truck stop or not.
"Sigh"
The really sad thing is that I had no idea where this truck stop was even at and Tony has refused to tell me. Mom when I asked her was not sure either as she had been so out of it she barely remembered me. In fact I found out later that they had driven like 15 miles before Mom even noticed me missing. I also could never get her to tell me how she could have not thought of me as I laid on the cold hard cement knocked out cold by Tony. All she would do is apologize and cry and tell me over and over that she doesn't even remember that night. Though I have gotten the feeling that she has not been completely honest with me, it was as if she were ashamed of something.
It took me a long time to forgive my mom, for not only allowing Tony to make us leave Harold, but also for forgetting about me, her son, that day. There were some other things, a couple even more major, that I was mad at her about as well, but in the end I forgave her as I still loved her, I mean she was my one and only mother after all and as far as I knew at that time my father was dead. Besides, I knew it was the drugs that made her the bad mother she was and I continued to hope that someday she would see this and stop taking them.
What I didn't know was that my father was indeed alive and had been looking for me for 3 years at that point. He had even hired a private investigator to try and find me. When I finally met the PI I found him to be a real friendly guy who was determined at all cost to find me and bring me to my dad no matter what it took.
"Oh you're awake, good that means I don't have to wake you now." The nurse said as she had interrupted my thoughts on the man who found and rescued me and then brought me to my dad. "I think we should give you a nice sponge bath sometime later this morning," said the nice voice of my lady nurse. "I tried to get it cleaned up as best as I could but I think it will be best to clean you properly."
Of course no matter how nice she was, the idea of a sponge bath because I had crapped myself so bad that I needed it, was totally embarrassing. I was sure that if I could've seen myself that I would have saw a little kid that was red as a steamed lobster.
Trying not to let my embarrassment get the better of me I finally found my voice. "What time is it?" I asked through a very sore, dry, and scratchy throat that I hadn't noticed until I tried to speak. I coughed and winced at how sore my throat was.
"Oh baby you must be parched. Would you like a drink of water honey?" The Nurse asked me in only the voice a loving grandma would have. This was the first indicator of hold old my newest caregiver was. She sounded old but not to old, just old enough to have a grandchild or two. Her voice was calming and soothing to me and it lessened the fear I had been feeling since my nightmares from earlier that night.
I nodded my head grateful of not only the drink she was about to give me but also the loving attention I so needed and to help possibly chase away the bad nightmares I have been having. True the last dream was nice and gave me a good feeling but not long after I awoke the remembrance of the earlier nightmares started to scare me again. This sweet woman sounded friendly in an almost familiar manner. In a way, I was even able to envision this nice elderly Nurse as Hilda.
I heard some moving of things on the stand next to my bed and then heard what I assumed was water being poured into a glass. There was some more moving around and then I sensed the Nurse/Hilda over me.
"Here you go baby, drink that real slow." I heard Hilda in my mind as the nurse spoke to me. I felt a straw gently placed in my mouth. "Yes drink it real slow." and as she instructed I drank the surprisingly cool water slowly.
"Did you have enough or do you want more?" my friend Hilda asked after I finished drinking what was left in the cup.
Truthfully I did want more but I was more interested in what time it was and if I could see my dad. So I shook my head no and once again tried to ask what time it was. This time I was able to talk a little easier
"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about that. It is still way too early for you to be up yet." Hilda informed me, and I was continually surprised that I could actually be able to here this elderly nurse speak to me in Hilda's strong kind voice. "I want you to get a few more hours sleep. Okay sweetie."
I was still hopeful to at least see my dad. "Can I see my dad for a few minutes?" I asked.
"Honey when you wake up next, your daddy will be right here next to you."
I was starting to get a little annoyed at being denied things that I really wanted. Why was this kind sweet Hilda sounding Nurse, being so unhelpful all of a sudden?
"Please I really want to see my dad I had a bad nightmare and I need my dad real bad!" I begged and whined while still sounding a little annoyed if that was possible.
"Now Davey! I want you to be a good little boy and go back to sleepy. Come on sweetie please go back to sleep and let your little sweet head forget all of those worrisome and bothersome bad dreams. Okay my little one."
With this said, I started to have second thoughts about this nurse reminding me of Hilda. First off I couldn't imagine Hilda not allowing me to see my dad when I asked and I got the feeling that even Hilda wasn't this sappy.
I tried to reason and then once again begged my caregiver to allow me to see my dad. I was becoming more and more stressed and scared by the minute. I was also finding myself quickly turning mad because I was being denied to have my dad comfort me. After being told by the nurse to calm down I did the exact opposite, I started to throw a fit and boy was it a fit! I think it was even worse then my tantrum over losing my poor bear Harold. Maybe it was due in part that I was determined and pissed that I got so carried away in my temper tantrum. Even though I was 11 and nearly 12 years old I could still throw one nasty tantrum when I wanted to though it usually resulted with Tony punishing me. I found myself wondering later what Dad would do to me if I pulled a similar stunt with him. I was pretty sure even Dad without a doubt would have spanked me at least.
The nurse tried to grab me and because of this I tried to get out of the hospital bed. The next attempt she made was successful as I quickly felt the nurse grab and hold me down. It wasn't to long after I started my tantrum, I first heard a couple people entering the room quickly. I then heard someone try to tell me something but I was so boiling mad that the blood pulsing through my head was drowning out what was being said to me. Then more hands grabbed me and held me down as I was about to break free from the Nurse who no longer even remotely sounded like Hilda to me. I then all of a sudden felt a needle entering into my backside, where someone had pulled my diaper down a little for easier access.
This of course scared the living crap out of me as I was not expecting to be stuck with a needle. I mean at least they could have warned me. It wasn't fair that I couldn't see it coming, and that after all the trouble the day before about wanting to give me a shot, I felt betrayed.
In a rage that I don't think I ever experienced as bad, I started throwing punches, kicking, and even biting. I got satisfaction every time I heard someone scream in pain from my successful attempts.
"Watch out! Damn that kid almost bit my finger off I heard someone scream as I had just successfully chomped down onto living flesh and bone then tasted the saltiness of someone's blood entering my mouth.
"Your right Tom the damn kid's rabid." I heard someone else scream as I bit down on a fleshy part of a hand. I had sunk my teeth into the stupid staff members hand and once again found the taste of blood entering my mouth.
"Oh would they never learn to keep their hands from coming to close to my gnashing and chomping teeth." I thought to myself with a smile even though I was still throwing my tantrum. I found myself loving every ounce of blood I tasted, as I became a living zombie, out for human flesh and warm blood. Even through my attacks on the quickly growing fearful hospital staff, I still was still continuing my fit!
I was yelling and screaming so bad that it was causing a lot of commotion throughout the hospital that very early morning. I was told later that even though Dad and Uncle Justin (who by the way were in the visitors lounge) didn't hear me, they did hear the nurses talking about me. Dad knew immediately that something was wrong and without asking permission took off for my room. Of course the hospital staff tried to stop him but it was going to take an army of Marines and a shitload of Navy Seals to keep him from checking on me.
What Dad saw when he got my room, was what must have been a total zoo. I was screaming my lungs out and had at some point managed to rip the gauze from my eyes, which caused them to hurt tremendously at first as the bright light entered my pupils. I was also striking out with my now freed fist and feet while still gnashing my teeth and tearing into anything that came within reach of my mouth. Not knowing what the world was going on, Dad ran over next to me to try and calm me down. Unfortunately I was so worked up I didn't even notice him. Of course it didn't help that I was having a hard time seeing out of my still slightly swollen and light damaged eyes. So when Dad reached out to me I ended up biting his hand when it came near enough to my mouth. Of course when told about it later I cried my eyes out and begged dad to forgive me for biting him like I did. But at that point and time I was a wild man and I was striking out at anything and everything that even got close to me.
Now that I could see, even with it being a little hazy but with the spots that I had been seeing in front of my eyes starting to disappear, I now was able to notice several people wearing white in my room. It looked like most of them were orderlies and I found great pleasure being able to fend off these grown adults considering I was a very small and scrawny kid. Somehow and even quite surprised myself, I managed to get out of the bed and out of the room I had been held prisoner in. I then fled for freedom out in the hospital hallways.
I ran from one hospital corridor to another. I eventually found myself bursting through a door and almost tumbling down a stairwell. Luckily I was able to reach out at the last minute and grab the hand rail and keep myself from falling. All I wanted was to reach the doors that would take me outside this wretched hospital and my freedom. I knew if I managed to do this I wouldn't stop running until I reached the hotel Uncle Justin, Dad, and I were staying at.
For some reason it didn't seem to bother me that all I was wearing was a diaper but I was about to lose that as well.
An Orderly made a dive for me and managed to grab the back of my diaper which all it managed to do was rip it from my body. I was now a fleeing naked little kid streaking through the hospital.
I think I ran into a room, it sort of looked like a cafeteria that would normally be in a school, but with my blurry eyes I found it hard to tell for sure, that is until I almost ran into a lunch table. I heard a shriek (It sounded like a woman by the sound of it.) as I jumped onto the table I tripped and fell smack on my butt into someone's plate of food.
I looked through my blurry eyes at the lady and smiled. "Sorry Mam, but you don't have to worry my Butt was just cleaned." I said in all seriousness as I got back up.
I didn't care now that I had someone's Pancakes and eggs with syrup smeared all over my behind I just wanted to get back on my flight as I heard the rushing hospital staff behind me.
I then took off once again jumping from table to table disturbing other people trying to eat their early morning breakfast. The staff tried to continue to grab me and I somehow managed to jump out of their reach each time at the last minute.
I changed directions and bolted back towards the entrance and noticed a big orderly blocking the way out, but that was not going to stop me. I ran straight at the orderly and unlike with Tony in the parking lot of that motel when I was 10 years old, I managed to successfully hit him in his man package which made the big guy collapse and allowed me my freedom once again into the hallways.
As I ran I heard an army of hospital workers hot on my tail, obviously yelling at one another. "Why the hell isn't the shot working on him?" I heard one of them ask another.
"I don't know but the kid should be out by now, if we ever catch him we will have to give him something stronger!" I heard another wheezing voice chasing after me.
"If I ever catch him you are going to have to stop me from strangling that kid!" This voice sounded like it belonged to the man that I bit the finger of.
"Hey stop that kid!" I heard another new and different voice yell out.
It turned out that the person who the orderly was yelling at was my uncle Justin who was still in the visitor's waiting room.
Like with Dad, I did not notice who it was and tried to fight Uncle Justin off of me. He then grabbed me and managed to pick me up off the floor to keep me from escaping again. I tried my best to kick his shins so that he would let me go, but that proved futile. I wiggled, thrashed, kicked, and punched with all my might. I also was screaming out cuss words at the person holding me and the hospital staff who was quickly approaching behind me.
I then found in great pleasure I could do something and let loose a stream of hot boy piss from my boyhood soaking the front of Uncle Justin's shirt and pants. This still did not earn my freedom as I was still being held tightly by my captor.
"Can someone please tell me why Davey is running around the hospital in nothing but his birthday suit?" I heard a familiar voice ask. "Why is he out of his bed and why is he so upset?" Uncle Justin demanded and that was when I recognized who had picked me off the ground.
Now knowing who had me I ceased all attempts to get away or hurt Uncle Justin, instead I quieted down and clung to his pee soaked front trying to keep from being taken back to that god forsaking room I was staying in. "Uncle Justin I am so sorry I tried to hurt you and for peeing on you, please believe me when I tell you that I had no idea it was you who had me."
"No need to apologize little guy, I completely understand. Can you tell me what is going on here?" Uncle Justin calmly asked me.
"Well Hilda... I-mean-this-Nurse-woke-me-up-when-she-was-changing-my-diaper-and-she-was-real-nice-at-first-but-then-she-wouldn't-tell-me-what-time-it-was-or-let-me-see-Dad..." the words just rushed out of me without me even taking a breath or pause between each of them. They all came out of me and ran together as if it were one big word.
"Whoa please slow down Davey." Uncle Justin calmly tried to get me to do just that. "So what happened after the Nurse refused you to see your Dad?"
"I... I... Ah... well..." I was ashamed at myself and embarrassed at how I had behaved and was finding it difficult telling Uncle Justin about my bad behavior.
"Everything is alright Davey, please tell me what happened." Uncle Justin again asked as he continued to try and calm me.
Before I tried to once again explain my actions I took a nice slow calming breath and slowly released it. This was of course the technique I was showed by Doctor Brice and amazingly it always seems to help.
"Uncle Justin, I am real sorry. I know I am too old to be throwing temper tantrums butt... Well, I got real mad and I couldn't stop from getting even angrier." I looked into Uncle Justin's eyes for some understanding.
"Davey, after everything that has happened to you lately I think it is quite understandable that you would be angry, BUT..." And he emphasized the `But'. "...at the same time like you said you are old enough to know how to control that anger."
"I am sorry Uncle Justin, I just couldn't control it. I was just so upset and I couldn't help it. I sort of started yelling and screaming at everyone. I then started attacking them as well because I was just so mad." I explained.
"Yeah I know I have the teeth marks in my hand to prove it."
I immediately recognized the voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. When I heard dad's voice I turned my head around and looked
straight at him. I then looked down at his hand then back up in his eyes and I started to cry. Dad just held his hands out to me and Uncle Justin handed me to Dad.
"Shhh Davey, you are okay and so am I." Dad said soothingly.
"I am so sorry Daddy!" I blubbered.
"Davey it is okay, trust me honey, everything will work out." Dad patted my bare, sticky with syrup and eggs, bottom.
"Daddy they gave me a shot." I cried.
At this I saw my dad's eyes flash with a flare of anger. He then turned around to look at the group of hospital staff members who had huddled at the doorway of the waiting room. He rubbed my bare back to calm me and stared at each and every staff member.
"Please tell me who had authorized this shot you gave my son?" Dad demanded. "Why was I not told about this shot before you gave it to him?" Dad continued without waiting for the first question to be answered.
"Were sorry Mr. Brown, I authorized the shot when Davey started to show signs of hysterics. We didn't have time to come to you we did not want your son to hurt himself like he has." The doctor said as he came forward.
It was then that I noticed what they were talking about. Then Dad and Uncle Justin noticed the area where my IV had been and how my arm was now bleeding at that exact spot. This of course was noticed instantly as needing to be taken care of.
"Please can you patch him up?" Dad asked the doctor worriedly.
"If you can bring him back to his room we can fix it." The doctor begged.
"Daddy please don't let them take me back there, I want to go back to the hotel with you." I pleaded but I knew it was in vain.
"Son I know how much you want to leave and please know how much I want to take you back with me, but I think it would be best to go ahead and stay the rest of the night like the doctor wants." Dad put up his hand to stop me when I was about to say something. "Davey please listen to me, I promise that I will not leave your side for the rest of the time you are in here." Dad promised to me.
"You promise right? You won't leave me?" I asked in a small child's voice.
"No Davey I will not leave you." And as he said this dad looked up at the doctor and gave him a look that he would not accept the word `NO!'
As Dad carried me back through the halls that I had just been recently running bare ass through, I all of a sudden I felt very, very, tired. The shot that was administered to me was finally starting to hit me with full force. I yawned as my eyes were starting to become heavy and drooping. I yawned again and hugged Dad tightly and then, before I knew it, I was once again fast asleep as the drug worked its magic on me.
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