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From Chapter 7: I walked over and stood next to her. "Rosie, I was thinking......"
"I already took care of it, Boss. When yall are done eating they gonna move you to a private suite upstairs. You'll be able to stay too. I already had fresh clothes put up there for you."
"What about going...............?"
"Tomorrow, as long as he keeps getting better. I already arranged for nurses to come to the house. But you can't be fussin with him too much tonight cause they wantin him all rested before they gonna let em go."
I smiled at Michael and winked. "Hear that, no fussin! You know how you get."
Then it dawned on me what Michael had said earlier.
Lost and Found 8
We looked like a caravan. In front, a Suburban full of security guys followed up by Michael and I in an ambulance with nurses following behind us and behind them more security guys. Too much security? Maybe.....maybe not.
It feels like too much and yes I know that I'm probably overreacting.......and yet...there's something out there. Anyway, whether it's out there or not it's not getting Michael.....or me!
Ralph greeted this band of interlopers with his usual aplomb, shunting the security guys into the kitchen where they could plan assignments, Michael, I and the nurses went into the downstairs bedroom suite. Hey, way to go Rosie! A new king size adjustable bed was in the downstairs bedroom
"I don't think that you should ever be allowed to leave the house again." I had kicked everyone out of our bedroom and climbed, fully dressed, into bed with Michael. I leaned on my left elbow and watched his face. Normally he would be on the other side of the bed but this allowed me to be next to him without coming into contact with the damaged bits.
"Jeff, it was just an accident! A stupid accident." Yeah? Maybe. "Besides, I gotta work."
"You got a broken arm, a broken leg, multiple contusions and an addled brain. I hope that you're not drawing up contracts for my business."
He turned his head slowly on the pillow to face me. "Will I ever be well? I mean, it takes fucking forever for all this shit to heal."
I wanted to scream that I didn't care, that as far as I was concerned it could take ten years. He was safe with me, safe here in our house and that was all that mattered.
I pushed myself up and leaned over his face. I slowly lowered mine until our lips met and then I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he drew me in and sucked on my tongue. Slowly I broke the kiss and then spoke softly to him, trying to convince. "You don't need to worry about any of that stuff. You just gotta relax and get well. Who the fuck cares how long it takes for you to heal. Hmmm? You got the tv, your computer and any fucking thing on earth that you want. All you gotta do is rest and get well." It sounded logical to me. "Okay, so you gotta put up with me too but when you get a little better we can take off for anywhere on earth that you want to go. You can heal just as well on the beaches of Key West you know or Spain, you'd fucking love Spain."
Michael was looking at me with an indulgent smile on his face. "I'm not running!"
"Running? Who the fuck said anything about running? You know.....there's nothing to run from in the first place. This isn't about running, this is about healing. This is about warm tropical breezes blowing through open windows while we make love on clean white sheets and drink gin and tonics while we play gin rummy to while away the hours."
"Two things. First of all, Bullshit! Second of all, I'm not running!"
God, this is so irritating! Why can't people just do what I want them to do? "Oh God!' I dropped my head back on the pillow in frustration. "So you're gonna work? You're not healthy enough to work."
"I can still type. I can still talk on the phone."
"Michael, how the fuck are you gonna type, you've got a broken arm!"
He pointed at his left arm. "I can prop it up! I know...I know I can." He dropped his arm and sagged back against the pillows. "I'm just tired right now."
I spoke softly. "Michael, you can't even get up to take a dump by yourself, be realistic."
Michael rubbed his eyes with the fingers of his right hand. "I know." Then he turned his head to me. "So will you help me?"
I hadn't even thought of it before but I answered quickly. "Of course! Whenever you need me to." He looked at me strangely and I asked. "You mean now?"
Michael gave me a lopsided grin. "I didn't have to go until you started talking about it! Anyway, I just need you to help me get up and then gimme one of those crutches." He nodded towards a pair of them that someone had leaned against the wall.
I shook my head. "I don't think so! There's no way that you can support yourself on a crutch. The arm that has to be used is broken." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the wheelchair.
"This is your best shot." I walked over to the other side of the bed and gently helped Michael turn so that he was sitting up.
His left arm and leg were pretty much useless and before taking my hand he looked up at me and said. "I'm sorry. Ah.....really, you didn't bargain for this."
I held his hand tightly. "Don't be a fucking idiot! You think that I care about this, that you need a little help? Don't ever say that again!" Michael opened his mouth and then shut it.
"Okay, when I pull you up we're gonna pivot you on your right foot and sit you down in the wheelchair. Got it?"
"Okay, yeah. But take it a little easy." One smooth pull up and Michael was standing. I pivoted him with one arm while positioning the wheel chair with the other and then slowly lowered him into it.
We just made it through the door of the bathroom, thanks mainly to the fact that when the house was being designed I was thinking of the problems my dad had experienced during his final days.
I wheeled Michael into the bathroom and over to the toilet and locked the wheels. "Okay, we'll do the same pivot thing. Just brace yourself on me."
I opened his robe and peeled it off of him and then pulled him up and while he balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder I opened his hospital gown pulled it forward and let it drop away. He's so beautiful, even beat up like this he's gorgeous. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his cock.
Michael tenses up. "Oh God, be careful....you better not, I'm too fucking horny and I have to take a dump too bad."
I laughed. "Okay, when you get back to bed and things quiet down we can take care of that. What do you want me to do now?"
"Two things, help me down to the toilet and then make yourself scarce." While lowering him I decided to get someone in here later today to put in hand railings so that Michael would feel more secure and could even do this by himself if he had to. I would have hated being in his position of having to rely on someone for this.
"You got it, Babe, holler when you're ready." I ducked out of the bathroom closing the door behind me.
I called Rosie about the hand railings. She said that she'd have them up by the afternoon and asked about Michael.
"He's fine, he's......in the john right now but he's fine." There was a soft knocking on the bedroom door and then a nurse poked her head in.
I waved at her. "Not now, I'll call you, he's in the john."
She pointed at the bathroom and whispered. "I should go help."
I put my hand on her arm. "No, leave him." I guided her toward the door while Rosie on the phone was in my other hand. "Give him time to adjust and we, he and I, need time together."
I sighed and put the phone to my ear. "He'll be okay, Rosie but, of course, he's frustrated and embarrassed. I mean, who the hell wouldn't be when you can't even take a crap by yourself?"
Rosie sounded disbelieving. "And you're helping him?"
"Of course I am. Why? You don't think that I can do this do you?"
"Welllllll, I guess it's just that I never seen it before. Boss you freaked out about that little boy who was in the office last week with a runny nose."
"Rosie, that was really disgusting! Anyway this is different! And don't ask me how the hell it's different it just is!"
She laughed and I was sure that she was shaking her head even if I couldn't see it. "If you say so, Boss." She shifted her tone of voice. "That guy called, that guy that has all those big machines and he wanted to know what you wanted him to do with the buildings on the old Halverson land. He says you told him to level it all but he figured he better make sure he heard you right. Says there's some decent buildings there."
"Down to the bare ground, Rosie. Tell him to do it just like we talked about."
"You got it, Boss."
Michael was calling me. "Gotta go, Rosie!"
He was standing, naked, holding on to the wheelchair but afraid to pivot. I ran over to him grabbing his robe on the way. I wrapped my arm around him and helped him put on the robe. Then I lowered him slowly into the wheel chair.
"Everything work out?"
He laughed. "Yeah.....it did. Actually it was all easier than I thought that it might be."
I helped him back into bed and I sat on the edge. I took his fingers in mine and held them. "You will get well you know. A week from now and most of this'll be just a bad memory."
"I won't be well in a week."
"No.....you won't but you'll be one hell of a lot better than you are now." I bent over and kissed him. I spoke softly. "Your career will still be there, people will still be suing each other, and I'll still love you! You will survive and a year from now you'll barely remember this."
It's funny how you can be having a conversation with someone and be totally into it and yet somewhere in the back of your brain there's like twenty brain cells working on another problem.
"I gotta call Rosie." I leaned over and stretching was able to grab the phone and punch in the numbers.
Seconds later. "Yes, Boss."
"Howdya know it was me?"
She answers. "You kiddin, right?"
I laugh, a bit confused. "Cash, Rosie, I want us to be thirty percent in cash by the end of the week."
"Boss, you do that and people gonna be pissed."
"Competitors, Rosie, screw em, this market is over it just doesn't know it yet."
Rosie said slowly. "Thirty percent?"
"Can you do it?"
"Sure.....just takes some doin is all. I'll start dribbling orders out in the Australian market, then a bunch in Japan and so on, yeah I can do it."
"And, Rosie, check with Fred Garagan and see what he's turned up. I haven't heard from him and with him that usually means he's on to something."
"I will boss. I'd rather talk to that man on the telephone than have to be in the same room with em."
"He won't bite, Rosie." Even I didn't believe that.
"Boss, he bites me an I give em back his teeth one at a time."
After hanging up with Rosie I turned back to Michael. "The guys are on their way to put in hand rails so that if you want to take a dump without the rest of the world waiting outside the door you can."
He turned his head on the pillow and tried to smile but it wasn't very convincing. "Thanks, Jeff."
I got on my knees on the bed and took his hand. "Baby, don't get all discouraged and nuts. I love you. This'll get better." I bent forward and kissed him. "It kills me to see you unhappy."
He smiled up at me grimly. "You're ruining the crease in the pants of my favorite suit."
My arms are braced on either side of his head and I bend down and kiss him again more slowly this time. I whisper to him. "I love you in this suit. I love the way your cock looks in this suit. But then I love you."
He looks at me with big eyes. "Jeff, I'm feeling really sorry for myself right now and if you say stuff like that I'm gonna start crying or some shit and I might not stop."
I sit back on my haunches. "Well I got some info for you that ought to straighten that mood out." I climb off of the bed and begin moving for the door. "The nurses have been chomping at the bit to get at you." I open the bedroom door. "He's all yours ladies." Three of them come pouring in and rush to Michael's bedside while he drops his head resignedly back against the pillows.
Ralph was in the kitchen cooking and looking past him through the kitchen window I could see a small trailer that had been set up near the end of the driveway as a type of command post for the security guys.
I nodded towards the trailer and asked Ralph. "They behaving themselves?"
Ralph chuckled. "Pretty much. Anyway I'm used to em. Your daddy used to have them from time to time. You makin decision about other peoples money and somebody's always mad."
I grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter as Ralph continued.
"He was managing a bunch of money for some mob guy back in the seventies. Well, course your daddy didn't know that the guy was with the mob, not that it woulda made any difference. The thing was that all during the seventies when the market was totally in the garbage your daddy was able to earn a steady eight percent return, not only for this dude but for all his clients but it wasn't enough for the gangster and he was always threatening your dad."
I was surprised I had never heard this. "Ralph, my dad never told me about that. I don't remember anything happening."
Ralph laughed. "You was too little and besides your dad didn't want his family knowing about stuff like that but there was plenty of security. You and your momma was followed everyplace. Anyway, it only means that I'm used to it."
Ralph lifted the heavy cover of a large cast iron pot and stirred the contents. "I'm makin a beef stew for you boys. I figure with only one hand that he can use it'd be better for Mr. Worthington. Man would get tired pretty quick of havin other people feed him."
Later that evening I made it clear to the nurses that Michael and I were going to be sleeping together and that if we needed them I would call them. They can't help it. They're programmed to be constantly checking on their patients.
But not tonight, tonight was my first night really alone with Michael since the accident and I didn't want any interruptions. Michael was lying in bed watching television as I walked around turning off all the lights except one coming from the bathroom.
After that I started taking off my clothes and I saw that Michael was watching my every move. When I was naked I climbed into bed with him and pulled back the covers while I knelt and sat on my heels looking down at his battered body.
He reached over with his one good hand, his right and gently wrapped it around my hard cock. I leaned forward and gently, holding his chin in my hand, pressed my lips to his and when they parted sucked his tongue into my mouth. He groaned and at the same time I saw tears forming in his eyes.
I whisper to him. "Don't fucking cry, Baby. It kills me to see you cry."
Michael let go of my dick and wiped the tears away. He tried to laugh. `It's just that it feels so good to hold your cock again and," He started to choke up again. "to have you kiss me." He reached out and touched my face with the tips of his fingers and then wiped away more tears.
"I thought.......I thought, when I was lying there in the hospital that there was no fucking way that you bargained for this, that you might just as soon be rid of me." I started to speak but he stopped me by pressing his fingers to my lips.
He spoke in a rush the words spilling out. "I know that it was stupid. I know that you'd never do that. But when I was lying there in the ICU and the fucking pain was really bad and then there were a lot of drugs that stopped the pain but really messed with my head. And all that I could think of was what would I do if you just never showed up. And the more that I thought about it the more that it seemed logical. Why would you want me? Your young, your handsome, your rich, you can have anyone. Why would you want a broken boyfriend?"
I understood what Michael was saying but I the same time it made me nuts. I straddled his one good leg and let my still hard cock bounce against it.
"You know, Michael, you're young and you're handsome and as you've pointed out before you're an attorney which is not exactly dog meat." I pushed my cock down against his leg and gently thrust my cock back and forth.
"I didn't say that there was any sense to it, Jeff. And by the way you're driving me crazy with that cock."
I leaned forward again and kissed him softly and then whispered to him. "I love you and while you were worrying about that stuff I was worrying that you were gonna die." I smiled at him. "I guess that were both jerks."
I grinned at him. "So you're probably horny?"
He laughed and it made me feel wonderful. "You have no fucking idea!"