I woke up to the blaring beep of my heart. It was so loud. I could hear everything, so loud. I looked down to find the wires attached to me. I’d rather not hear my own hearts beeping. I found the wires and ripped them from me. I moaned in agony as the beeping became a solid blaring tone.
Camryn burst into the room and ran to me. Before the door closed completely, two nurses barged in as well.
“Make the noise stop, please!”
One of the nurses did something to a panel by the flat lining LCD screen and the noise ceased. The other nurse, ramblingly griped to me and pulled the wires from my grip, then pressed them back onto me.
“Everything is so loud.”
The other nursed, apparently already guessing the cause of my unrest was pulling out a syringe. She picked up my arm and injected me.
“Just wait a minute or two and things should quiet down,” she smiled to me. She then led the other nurse out of the room. I followed their movement out the door where I watched the top of Corey’s head pop out of the door window. I retreated my eyes back to Camryn who stared down to me silently.
She picked up my arm. I looked to it. Up to my elbow, it was covered in a cast.
“Why’d you cut your finger off?” she asked depressingly. I stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“I didn’t mean too, I just needed adrenaline so I could yell for help. I didn’t want to die there.” The memories of two days in massive pain and loneliness flooded back into my mind. I had never felt so helpless in my life. Camryn looked down.
“You knew, you knew you were going to die?” My eyes held just a glimmer of my tears. Camryn’s were now leaking them down her face. “They said you would have in another day, and if I didn’t hear you screaming when you, you did this, it would only take an hour or two.” I looked down to my casted arm.
“I thought that I would at least loose this.”
“They said something about your blood loss or transfusion or something, and that helped keep your arm.” She looked into my eyes for several seconds. The number of tears running down her face grew. “I thought you were mad at us so you stopped coming over. I started to get mad at you because of it, because you abandoned me. I should have done more; I should have gotten the key sooner to check on you.”
She dropped her face into my chest and unloaded streams of wetness into my hospital gown.
“I’m so sorry. They said you must have been there like that for days. I made you run after Corey. I hit her, I made her run away. I caused all of this.”
“Don’t cry.” The last thing I wanted her to do was cry for me. “You saved me, you found me. You gave me hope all that time, a reason to live, a reason to keep trying. The thought of you kept me over the pain.” Please stop crying. Please have worked.
The thought of her made me want to die, disappear, never be found. I never wanted her to find me like that, opening my bedroom door and smell my horrendous odor and find me lying on the ground in my own blood. She was the reason I held off so long on trying harder for help. I knew she cared most about me; she was the one knocking at the door, calling me. She would be the one to see me at my worst. I would rather her never seen me again then to have seen me like that. I was selfish though. I wanted to live more than I wanted to protect her.
“Please don’t cry. You’re everything to me, you saved me. I fell, it was my fault, I should have told someone, you can’t know the future.”
The door opened and my parents walked in. Camryn tried her best to suck her tears back in and pulled off me.
“I’m so sorry,” she said to my parents, “I’ll leave you alone.”
“It’s not your fault;” my mom consoled her, “you’re the one that saved his life.” My mom tried resting her hand on Camryn’s shoulder as she passed, but she marched too quickly out of the room. I looked to my dad and managed to muster a smile.
“Are you two dating or something?” I let out a single laugh. My mom turned and back handed his arm. “What honey, you were always so emotional when we were dating. If we ever had a fight, I’d always do something stupid and let you save me and wha la, we were back together. Although, I don’t think we ever had a fight big enough to make me want to cut my finger off.”
“That’s not funny, and you shouldn’t be giving anybody advise on girls, your methods were lucky to have worked on even one girl on this planet,” my mom responded with a gentle punch into him. My dad always had a way to make me smile.
“We just got in, heard you’ve been asleep here for a couple days,” he said. I didn’t know; I had just woken up. “The doctor’s said you would have a nice battle scar to show off next school year and your finger should work decently in time. You’ll just never have feeling there again.”
All of a sudden, a wave of sleepiness rushed over me. Must have been something in that shot.
I woke up to a nurse pulling a leach out of the fingers of my cast.
The next several days, all my visitors were adults; my parents, Camryn’s parents, a relative or two. All my friends were on vacations. Camryn never stopped by after the first visit, and I had never seen Corey. My mom said they both blamed themselves. Corey threw away all the clothes she had worn on that day I hurt my arm, even her shoes. She wanted nothing to do with them.
My mom reluctantly told me that dad had tried cheering them up, but with his lack of experience from no daughters, he only made things worse. She and their parents were slowly making progress though, she said.
Finally, the day they took me off the annoying machine that showed me hours on end, how fast my heart was beating, Camryn and Corey walked in. I was so angry. The first words to Camryn from my mouth were probably not the best.
“You know what’s worse than two days in agonizing pain and knowing you’ll probably die within any hour? Two weeks in a hospital bed knowing that you’re avoiding me.” Camryn instantly broke into tears.
“I’m so sorry.” She walked to my side. Corey kept her distance from me. I spoke to Camryn.
“Please, if you want to help me, please don’t leave me. I don’t care if you’re sleeping, mad, depressed, a bad hair day, or anything; just having you near me makes me feel a million times happier.” What a selfish thing to say. But I would’ve done anything to keep her from leaving me. Camryn gripped my body in her arms.
“I’m sorry, I won’t leave you again.” I looked over to Corey.
“Corey, you’re the one that brought us together, you keep things interesting, it would boring without you.” Corey didn’t look pleased by my words. My mom was right; my dad’s way of fixing things didn’t work too well on girls. “You gave me the greatest sex I’ve ever had.”
“Corey, just hug him so he’ll stop talking,” Camryn finally butted in. Corey smiled and walked over and hugged me.
“I’m the only sex you’ve ever had,” she said quietly.
“Not in a few minutes,” Camryn retaliated. Corey and I both looked to her. “I wanted it to be special, but after this long, I just want it. Pull the curtain down over the window in the door Corey and you keep watch.” My heart began pounding. Corey’s body bounced back in shock taking it all in. She smiled then ran to the door.
Camryn pulled back, walked to the left side of the bed, closest to the wall and furthest from the door. I watched as she unbuttoned her tanned khaki shorts and then slowly unzipped them. She pulled them down along with her panties, and dropped them to her shoes. Kicking those off, half her body was in the nude beside her socks. I had seen her naked before, but there in the hospital, knowing that she was going to have sex with me; I was going to take her virginity.
“Now you can put some of that suntan lotion inside here.” She guided my hand to her slit, through the light scattered pubic hairs. The heat from the bulging skin was so intense.
“You’re going to love it Camryn,” Corey cried in anticipation, “it feels so good!”
Camryn lifted my hospital gown, up over my head revealing my naked body. I needed no stimulation down there. She climbed onto the bed and on top of me.
“I thought I could, but I just can’t do this with my shirt on.” She pulled at her shirt and popped it over her head, dropping it onto her other clothes. She peered down her slim body. Her skin didn’t fit as tight as Corey’s prepubescent body or that of the anorexic models on TV, and for that, she was beyond perfect to me.
She picked up my fully erect penis and angled it into her slit. She was a fourteen year old girl; I being fifteen didn’t sound like a big difference, but it was not something to brag about to one’s friends - going out, or having sex with someone a grade lower than you. A couple weeks ago, I was a freshman in high school as she was in eighth grade; a high school boy going with a middle school girl was not cool. I couldn’t say too much though as I did have sex with Corey a few times, a twelve year old; but Camryn, I felt differently for her, she meant more to me; to me, she was something I did want to brag about.
I looked to Corey who was staring at us. Then the door handle shook. Everyone panicked. Camryn jumped off me behind my bed and pulled my hospital gown over my body, before dropping to the floor on top of her clothes. I shifted my casted arm over my erection.
The door opened to a nurse. She walked in a bit and opened the blinds covering the window.
“You’re not allowed to close these, only doctors are. Also, you’re mother is coming to pick you and your sister up; she’s on her way and should be here in just under ten minutes.”
“Ok,” Corey said staring at the nurse. The nurse stared back at her. “Can I talk alone with him now before my sister comes back from the bathroom please?”
“I’ll be back in ten minutes for his checkup.”
“Thank you.”
The nurse turned around and walked back out of the room, closing the door behind her. I looked down over my bed to Camryn lying naked on the floor. Camryn looked at me with the most lustful eyes I had ever seen in a girl.
“Not much time so I’m going to at least get this out of you.” She got on her knees and pulled her head under my gown. Corey stuck her head into the window and looked outside.
Camryn’s mouth inhaled my penis. She was still naked. She was a very big risk taker, and it had only positive effects on me. I reached my left arm to her, and drove my finger inside her vagina.
A heated puff of wet air blew on my dick. I continued sliding my finger in and out of her. The faster I did that, the faster her tongue and mouth moved over my penis. She was getting wet very fast. I was building up very fast.
Camryn was determined. I felt even more of my shaft go deeper into her mouth. I hit the hot springy tissue in the back of her throat twice.
“I’m going to cum!” I whispered.
Camryn’s tongue went crazy. Wow! Her mouth sucked and sucked at me. I blew my semen into it. Shots of it pounded onto the roof of her mouth. I could hear her loud gulps in the incredibly tense silence.
“She’s here!” Corey whispered maniacally.
The door handle turned as Camryn’s sperm vacuum slurped and popped off the engorged head of my penis and retreated back behind the bed. My finger splattered out of her. I glanced down just a moment to see her grabbing her panties and smearing them into her soaking bulge.
I looked up to her mom as she slowly entered the room. Corey pushed her arms into the air and reached out for a hug. The mother gave and Corey’s stall worked. After a while though, the mother not being let loose by her daughter, just picked her up and walked over to me.
Camryn popped up from behind the bed fully clothed. Before her mom could ask, Camryn replied.
“I lost a, a pen, and was looking for it, but oh well, the janitor will find it.”
“Ok, well, we have to leave now Daniel. We’ll stop by tomorrow if the girls are up to it. I see you made up today; I just wonder how long they waited outside your room before they actually came in.” She bent over and dropped Corey. “You’re too big to carry honey.”
She turned around and began walking from the room. Camryn slipped something under my arm and walked out smiling. Her mother stopped outside the door and waited for the two girls to leave.
“What happened to your hair?” I heard her ask Camryn just before the door shut.
Immediately, I moved my arm and grabbed what Camryn left me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the touch of her softest of soft, freshly wet panties. They were still warm.
Extremely disappointed at the lack of clarification over the arm injury. Yes this is fiction, but it's realistic fiction. In reality people don't generally scrape their elbows on rocks and wake up dieing the next day. If you want this to be an exceptional case, then fine, provide light explanation and couple it with baffled doctors. Unfortunately your characters seem to think the whole thing is perfectly reasonable, when that doesn't seem to actually be the case.
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