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                 John and Carol - NiS and Beyond Part Two


Editor's note: Please don't expect much in the way of sex here. It 
covers John's time over the week after getting out of the hospital.
Part Three will re-start the good stuff, I hope.

Okay, here we go.

Carol
Friday morning

I awoke after another restless night on Friday and decided I'd better 
go back to school. If we hadn't heard any news, (I only learned later 
of his most previous incident the night before. I guess because he
came out okay, they didn't feel the need to tell us at that time.) I
figured I should tell the people at school how he was doing, then
maybe stop in after school. I went downstairs to get breakfast after
showering and dressing. Walking into the kitchen I saw mom and dad
talking over 
coffee and pastry.

"Good morning, all," I said, smiling. 

They looked at me like I was crazy. I was prancing all over the room.
I kissed them both, grabbed some milk and a pastry and sat down. I was
happy. John was going to be all right! Boy. What a relief!

"So, are you going to the hospital today?" mom asked me. I shook my 
head no. "I thought I'd go into school today. I've missed enough this 
week. I'll take my bike and ride to school so I can go to the hospital
right afterwards. I'm sure the other kids want to know what's going
on. I also want to get John's homework assignments for this week, so
that he can start catching up next week. Umm, this is good, what is
it?" I asked, looking at the roll I had just taken a bite of.

"Strawberry tart," mom said. 

"We'll let him know when to expect you then," mom said. "We're
stopping in at noon, when your father gets his lunch. Can we give him
a message for you? I'm sure he misses you."

"Just - just tell him I miss him, too," I said softly. I kissed them, 
said I loved them and grabbed my bag. Then I was out the door. It was 
7:45. By the time I reached the school, it was nearly 7:53, just time 
enough to check in at the office and see about getting Johnny's 
homework assignments. 

I walked in and Mrs. Richards, the 1st secretary, was busily typing 
away on her computer and whistling a happy tune when I stepped up to 
the counter. "My, someone's happy today," I quipped, smiling at her. 
"Are you as happy as I am, Mrs. Richards?"

"Carol!" she exclaimed. She jumped up and ran over to the counter.
"And just what do we owe the pleasure of your company today? You
haven't been a bad girl, have you? How's John?" she asked in quick
succession.

I laughed and told her, "Well, let's see now, um, okay, I need to get 
this weeks homework assignments for myself and John - that's why I'm 
here, but, now that I think, I should see my teachers for that. No, I 
am a very good girl right now, thank you very much. And Johnny is
doing fine, the last we heard last night. Since he's better, I thought
I'd better not waste another day worrying about him. My parents will
see him this noon and I'm going in after school. Okay?" I asked, still
grinning. "Are you pregnant?" That was the only reason I could think
of for a married woman like Mrs. Richards to be whistling while she
worked.

She grinned at me, leaned over and said, "Yes, we found out last
night. 
My husband and I are so excited."

"Congratulations!" I told her, leaning over the counter and giving her
a hug. Just then, Mr. Taylor stepped out of his office. When he saw
me, he smiled. "Miss Rogers - Carol - I didn't expect to see you back
this week. How's John?" he asked me smiling as he walked around the
counter and shook my hand.

"Last night, he was fine, thank you, and I didn't hear of any change 
since then. He was sitting up in bed and talking to me when I left. I 
came in to get our homework assignments, but I thought I could just
see my teachers when I get to class, and I'm sure the other students
will have questions. Do you have John's bag? I'll need some of his
books."

"Yes, his bag and other things he left in the girls' locker room are
in my office. Are you going to see him today?"

We walked into his office as I said, "Yes sir, this afternoon. I rode 
my bike so I wouldn't need a ride." I yawned just then and giggled, 
slapping my hand over my mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry," I told Mr. Taylor. 
"I've haven't been sleeping very well the past few nights." He told me
to sit down and rest.

"That is very understandable, Carol. This has been a trying week for 
you and John, as well as your families. I want you to take the rest of
the day off. Rest up. I'll see that your week's assignments are 
gathered together and you can get them on Monday. Okay?"

"That's great, Mr. Taylor. I didn't realize just how tired I was." I 
rubbed my eyes for a minute, then I shook his hand, said good bye and 
left with my bag and John's over my shoulders. At least they were
about the same weight. I waved goodbye to Mrs. Richards and went out
into the hall. I was walking towards the door when a hand stopped me.
I looked up and saw Mr. Evers.

"Going somewhere, Miss Rogers?" he asked me.

"Yes, home," I told him, yawning again. "Mr. Taylor said I could. I 
haven't been sleeping well lately." I yawned again and blinked my
eyes. He just stared at me and walked away. I just could not
understand that man. He was so different from Mr. Taylor. 

I walked out of the school, slipped my bag over my shoulder, deposited
John's in my basket on the back wheel and rode slowly over to John's 
house. But when I got there, they weren't home. I figured they were at
the hospital, so I took everything home with me.

I opened the front door and walked in. Mom was vacuuming when she saw 
me and stopped. "Carol, what are you doing home? I thought you were 
going to school," she asked as she approached me. 

"I did," I said, pointing to John's bag. "I talked to Mr. Taylor and
he saw how tired I was so he sent me home. I need sleep. Now that John
is getting better, I can rest. I'm going to bed." 

"All right, dear, you rest, then we can go and see Johnny, later
today."

I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned and looked at mom. I smiled.

"What?" she asked, looking at me curiously.

"Did you hear what you just said? You called him Johnny, mom. Not
John, Johnny." I rushed over and hugged her, but before she could do
anything, I turned and ran to my bedroom. It only took a few minutes
to fall asleep, finally contented.


John
Friday morning

I awoke and it was a sunny day, again. I sighed. I wanted to see rain,
strong winds, snow (in September, not likely), anything to break up
the boredom. I realized that I needed to go, bad. I was still hooked
up to the heart monitor so I couldn't get up and go into the bathroom.
I looked around and saw a cord lying on the table between the two
beds. I reached over and pulled it over to me, finding it had some
kind of buzzer on the end. I pressed it and a few moments later a
nurse came in. I hesitated when she approached me, but I finally saw
her name tag and didn't recognize her name. I breathed a sigh. She
smiled. 

"Yes, I'm real, John. All of the nurses have been instructed to 
reinforce your belief in this reality, due to your hallucinations that
you had. Believe me, this is real," she told me. I nodded. 

"Just checking," I told her plainly. 

"Fine, now what can I do for you?"

I blushed and looked over at the other bed. Jean seemed to be
sleeping. I whispered uncomfortably. "Um, I need to go, bad," and I
blushed again. I wasn't used to talking to women about things like
that.

"Fine, one or two?" she asked me all business-like.

"Uh, one," I said, almost croaking it. She smiled and patted my arm. 
"No need to be embarrassed, young man, we all do it. Would you like to
try and stand to go to the bathroom?"

I looked at the heart monitor and suddenly realized that it was no 
longer there. I looked under my cover at my chest and the wires were 
gone. I looked at her. "When?"

She checked my chart on the end of my bed. "Last night, at 11:00. Dr. 
Richards wrote that, if you went three hours straight without any 
mishap, the heart monitor was to be disconnected so you could rest 
better. Did you sleep well?" she asked me when she came and helped me 
sit up. My head swirled a bit when I stood up and she had to help me
to the door to the small room.

"Do you need help, John, or can you do it yourself?" she asked me as I
stood there, my bladder complaining so badly that I thought I'd go all
over the floor. I looked at her and said, bashfully, "I-I'll do it 
myself. Will you wait here?" 

"Yes, I'll check of Miss Barons while you're busy. If you need me,
just call. Don't be embarrassed, okay?" she told me. I nodded and she
closed the door. Thanks to the support bars on the walls I made it
over to the bowl and pulled my cover aside just in time. It didn't
seem to want to stop. I groaned and the door opened a bit and closed
again. I finished off and made my way back to the bed. I looked over
and saw Jean looking at me. I smiled and said good morning. She smiled
back and said the same thing.

The nurse said I could sit up in the chair a while so she could change
the sheets on my bed. I turned the chair so I could look at Jean. 
"Feeling better today?" I asked her. She nodded, and said, "Yes, thank
you. Much better. You?"

"Yes, thanks," I said, smiling. It was good to get out of bed at last.
"Did you dream last night?" I asked her.

"No, I don't think so. I seem to remember going to sleep, then I was 
waking up just a few moments ago. It was restful," she told me. I felt
sorry for her. She probably didn't have many pleasant nights at home.
I told her, "So did I. I had no dreams, no hallucinations at all.
Maybe we're done with it."

"I hope so," she said, sighing. By then the nurse was done and told me
I could get back in bed anytime. I told her that I wanted to stay 
sitting in the chair for a while. She told me that that was okay as 
long as I didn't strain myself. I thanked her and she left after 
checking Jean again.

Jean and I talked softly about different things, but mostly about her 
life. She knew what her father did for a living and how her mother 
didn't care anything about her.

"I think if she could have had an abortion, I wouldn't be here now. I 
wouldn't be anywhere," she said as she started to cry. "But I learned 
that daddy wouldn't let her. He wanted a kid to make him look 
respectable. Sometimes, John, I wish I was dead," she cried, lying
back on the bed with her eyes closed.

I couldn't stand to see her like that. I managed to lift myself from 
the chair. My legs were still weak and shaky, but I managed to walk 
over and grab hold of the railing on the side of her bed. "Please
don't cry. It's not your fault. You can't be blamed because your
parents are idiots not to love a beautiful girl like you. 

"As for the incident in school, I said I wouldn't prosecute. You saved
my life, whether you know it or not," I told her. She lowered her
hands from her face and looked closer at me. She saw that I was
serious. "I saved your life. How?"

I smiled at her and told her, "It seems that, even though I had felt 
bad before earlier that morning, I was too stupid to ask for help. It 
appears to be quite true that if I had gone all day, and Carol and I 
had slept together again like we had the night before, I would
probably be dead now. As it is, when you rubbed me with the lotion,
which, unclued-in-to-women male that I am, I took to be hand lotion."
She smiled at that, and it looked nice. "That's better. It always
helps to smile in times of trouble. Now, while you're with us, there's
a cop outside, to make sure you don't escape. After all, you're a
desperate felon who just might break through the window to escape,"
she giggled at that, "so it might make it easier if you could tell
them where you got the drug. Was it from your father?"

She shook her head and said, "No, from Robby Benders, an "associate"
of daddy's," she said, turning her head, "He said it would take the 
pressure off me this week in school." I patted her arm and went to the
door. "Officer, could you come in here, please?" He looked at me and 
came in. "What's wrong?"

"Miss Barons has something to say that bears on the case." I moved
over and took her hand, saying, "Tell him him what you told me, Jean.
Let the system help you for a change."

"Okay, Miss Barons, what is it?" he asked her, holding a pad in one 
hand with a pen in the other. He clicked on his portable recorder as 
well. She began to talk and the longer she talked, the clearer and
more coherent she became, giving details of things she had seen going
on in her house over the last few years. When she was done, she
collapsed, completely drained.

"Will that help, officer?" I asked him. 

"Absolutely, it will certainly help her case. Excuse me." He was about
to leave when I asked him to please send in a nurse to check Jean. He 
said he would. 

My legs started to get tired by then so I went back to my chair. The 
same nurse who had come in earlier came back and looked at Jean.
"She's sleeping, John. What happened?"

"She told the policeman everything she knew of her father's
activities. I thought it might help her case. I hope so."

She looked at me a moment then she smiled. "I've never known a
15-year-old boy who has acted so bravely and considerate to a person
who has tried to do him harm. You should be proud of yourself." I
shrugged my shoulders and said, "She didn't know. She thought it was
some kind of anti-depressant, at least that's what I got from what she
said." I sighed and sat down, looking out the window. "When is it
supposed to rain?" I asked nobody in particular. "This sunshine is
getting boring." The nurse laughed at what I had said and left,
leaving us alone.

I pulled on my earphones and picked up my cd player. The Monkees were 
already in it, so I sat back to listen to "Last Train to
Clarkesville".  A few moments later, I was asleep in the chair.

Carol 
Friday afternoon

I awoke from a sound sleep to a voice at my ear. I turned my head and 
mom was sitting there, whispering to me, "Get up, get up, sleepyhead."
She smiled at me when she saw me open my eyes. "What time is it?" I 
asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. 

She stood up from the bed and said, "1:30 in the afternoon. You've
been sleeping for nearly four hours. Do you feel better now?"

I sat up and stretched, smiled and said, "Oh yes. When can we go to
the hospital?" I asked as I stood up and straightened my clothes. 

"Visiting hours are at three. We have 1 1/2 hours. Can you wait that 
long?"

"I guess I'll have to," I said with a pout. She smiled. It was amazing
how mom, and dad, too, had changed over that week. I suddenly realized
that I was hungry. I hadn't eaten much that morning, or the last two 
days, for that matter, so I asked mom if I could have lunch. 

"Of course, dear. Let's go out. We'll make it special. Okay?" 

I grinned and nodded. I took her arm and said, "Lead on, McDuff," and 
we went out of the house like that, arm in arm, stopping only for mom 
to lock the doors. We stopped at a small family diner a few blocks
from the hospital and mom and I had a nice, mother/daughter meal
together. It was very pleasant. It was like I was seeing a completely
different woman.

"Why haven't we ever done this before, mom? It's nice," I told her.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, honey. You always had 
school, I always had my church activities. I guess it took the near-
death of a nice young man to bring us together. Are you going to marry
that boy?" she suddenly asked me.

When she asked me that, I was just about to take a bite of turkey 
sandwich. I stopped, stared at her as she giggled (I rarely if ever 
have heard her giggle), and just stared at me, smiling. Weird. I took 
my bite of sandwich, chewed it, took a drink of Ginger Ale and 
swallowed. When my throat was clear, I said, "For heavens sakes, mom, 
we've only known each other five days. Give us a month, then we'll 
decide." I smiled at her. "Maybe after a month, then we'll set the 
date. I could give you grand-children within a year," I joked. 

At the look in her eyes, I almost spurted the second bit of my
sandwich and laughed. I just had to reach out and grab her hand when I
told her, "Don't worry, mom, we haven't had our first date yet. I
assure you that it will not be before college, that's for sure. I am
going to college, aren't I?"

"Of course you are, dear," she said, patting my hand that still held 
her other hand. "It's all set. An account was set up even before you 
were born. It's all set, don't you worry."

I sat back in the booth and finished my sandwich and drink, then I 
looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:25 in the afternoon. "Can we
go to the hospital now?"

She nodded and paid the check. I grabbed John's bag that I had brought
with me and we went to the car. Mom drove to the hospital parking lot.
As we walked in we were met by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, who had just 
returned themselves. We all walked over to the elevator and rode up to
the floor where John's room was located. I rushed on ahead to the 
waiting room just a few yards from his room. I so wanted to go on, but
I knew it wasn't time. I looked helplessly at the wall clock, then at 
my watch, then at the clock again. I said to myself, "Come on, 3 
o'clock, come on."

A nurse came over to where the Smiths were standing and whispered 
something to them. Mrs. Smith nodded and called to me. I went over and
she told me that we didn't have to wait. I bolted down the hall and 
skidded to a stop just outside the room. Where was the cop? I thought.
I opened the door and went in, followed by mom and the Smiths to be 
greeted by an empty bed, an empty chair and a sleeping Jean Barons. I 
stopped, my heart went into my throat as I feared the worst. But just 
then I hear a door open behind me. 

"Well, it's about time. I thought you'd forgotten me," Johnny said, 
smiling, as he stepped from the bathroom. Mrs. Smith rushed to him and
wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. Then she pushed him away and
said, "Don't you ever do that again, young man. You gave us all heart 
attacks."

He looked at her and grinned. "Do what? When a guy's got to go, he's 
got to go, doesn't he?" He hugged her, then he hugged his dad, shook 
hands with mom and just looked at me. 

"What's wrong?" I asked him, seeing the curious look in his eyes.

"Who are you, beautiful? Have we met?" I guess he saw the shock on my 
face and relented, enclosing me in his arms, and whispering in my ear,
"I missed you. Never leave me. I love you."

I heard a giggle from the other bed. Jean was leaning on her left
elbow and watching us from her bed. I smiled at her and asked,
"Where's the cop outside?"

"While John was sleeping in the chair the detective returned and 
released him, notifying me that I wasn't going to be charged with 
anything, but my father and some of his thugs will be."

"That's great!" Johnny told her. He went over and gave her a small
hug. "Congratulations, Jean. Now you should talk to Father O'Connor.
He might be able to get you into a nice family."

"I will, John. Thank you," she said, smiling. She settled back in her 
bed and closed her eyes. John looked at me and smiled. "I hope it
works out for her."

"Me, too." Just then, Johnny staggered a bit and I caught him. I tried
to get him to his bed but he wanted the chair. Mr. Smith helped him 
into it.

"Uh, that's better," he said. "I hope my legs get better soon. At this
rate, I'll need a wheelchair to get to class. Hey, maybe that's a good
idea. I wouldn't tire myself. What do you think?"

He must seen our incredulous faces because he laughed. "Oh, don't 
worry, I'm kidding." He got up from the chair and stepped over to the 
bed and sat down. "Boy, I'll be glad to get out of here." He sighed. I
brought him his bag. "Here, you big fake, this is yours. And on
Monday, I'll have a huge stack of assignments to give you." He saw the
look I gave him and he fell back on the bed, moaning. "Maybe I can
rent this room, what do you think? Then I wouldn't have to worry about
school." He grinned at us like a fool.

"That's it!" said Mrs. Smith. "You are definitely getting better when 
you can joke like that. Come on, guys, he doesn't need us here," and 
she headed for the door. John just stared after her in shock.

"Mom?" he finally muttered. She turned and looked at her son and 
started laughing, which startled Jean, who sat up to see what was
going on. She saw John looking like a lost child at his mother and she
grinned. "Don't feel bad, John. Carol and I still love you." We all 
broke up over that. Mrs. Smith came back and hugged her son.

We were still standing there talking when Dr. Richards entered the 
room, looked around and headed over to John. "Good afternoon, John.
How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. My legs are still weak and I've been out of bed for 
almost a day."

"That's to be expected with heart problems. It'll pass in a day or so.
Just be glad you weren't bed-ridded for months or years, you might 
never get the use of them back. Now, could you lie back please. I want
to check you over."

I watched as John stretched out on the bed, drawing his long shirt-
thing behind him, and the doctor take his stethoscope and listen to 
John's heart. "Hmm, a little fast. Are you feeling all right? Any
chest pains?" he looked at John as he said that. John said no. "Was
there some excitement? Right now, that's something that you don't
need."

"Well, I was excited to see my family and friends, and I learned that 
Jean was cleared. But, other that that, no."

"Uh huh," Dr. Richards said. "Well, stay in bed for the rest of the 
day, listen to your songs if you want, but nothing exciting. I think 
one more day; then, if everything checks out you can go home. How's 
that?"

"Great, Doctor Richards, thank you," Johnny said. The doctor said good
bye and left the room. We decided Johnny had had enough excitement for
that day and we said good bye as well. Mr. and Mrs. Smith hugged 
Johnny, Mrs. Smith apologized for scaring him and we left. After we 
were out of the door, I ran back inside, kissed him and ran back out 
with a whorl, leaving him lying there gasping and Jean giggling.

 
John
Friday into Saturday

Well that was a trip. Leave it to mom to nearly give me another heart 
attack. Gees. Anyway, Jean and I lay there in our beds, resting and 
making conversation. The hours passed slowly and I thought night would
never come. One more day and I'd get to go home. I couldn't wait. 

When night came, the nurse came in and checked on us, then she turned 
out the lights and we settled down for another long night. At least I 
could see the stars from the window. Jean couldn't see anything but
the ceiling. Finally, I managed to slip away into dreamland. 

And then it was Saturday. I rose to find the sky darkened by clouds
and rain was pelting the window. "Finally," I said softly, so as not
to wake Jean. I rose from my bed and stood in front of the window
looking out. I could see, on the street down below, people running
helter-skelter everywhere, trying to get out of the rain, as well as
paper and trash blowing around. I was about to sit down when a wet
little bird landed on the outside sill, apparently trying to hide from
the rain. It looked pitiful, with its feathers all wet and sticking
up. I sat down and just watched it as its wet little head jerked this
way and that. Then it was gone, maybe to try to find a drier place. I
hope it did.

I sat in the chair a while, thinking about the past week, when a man 
dressed in a green hospital uniform entered with a tray which he set
on Jean's swing table. I thought that he was bringing in her breakfast
when I saw him pull a gun from under the warmer cover on the tray. 
Without thinking, I jumped up and ran over to knock him down, yelling 
at the top of my lungs to alert the staff. Apparently he hadn't known
I was there, or maybe he thought that I'd still be asleep. Anyway, I
made him drop the gun in surprise, but he pushed me down and ran out.
I managed to get up and run out into the hall, yelling, "Stop that
man, he tried to kill Jean!" 

I could only stand there, leaning against the wall, shaking, as I saw 
two security men jump him and push him to the floor. That's when my 
adrenalin rush subsided and I sank to the floor, exhausted. Two nurses
rushed over and helped me back into the room and to my bed. I settled 
into it as the two security men came in with the man. They looked 
around and saw the gun lying on the floor. While one of them held the 
struggling man, the other picked up the gun, being careful not to 
smudge up any fingerprints. 

"Quick thinking, young man," he said, looking at me. "I'm sure the 
police will be happy to ask you what happened." I nodded, exhausted
and shaking in my bed. He called the office to notify the police while
his partner handcuffed the intruder. One of the nurses checked my
heart with a stethoscope. "It's rushing, John. Calm down, it's all
over. Looks like you're becoming her guardian angel." I just smiled at
her as I felt my heart slowly coming back to normal. I couldn't
believe her father's people would try to have her killed.

It was an hour later when Lt. Morse reappeared, took my story and said
he would post a guard on the door again to make sure it wouldn't
happen again. I thanked him and he left, smiling at Jean who was now
sitting up in bed, watching the events with horror. She had slept
through the initial attack, only to be awoken by my disturbance in the
hall.

The rest of the day went a bit more sedately, thank goodness. We had 
our meals, talked a bit. Carol, mom and dad and Mr. and Mrs. Rogers 
came in briefly. Mom brought me some clothes. A nurse brought me a
cane so I wouldn't have to rely on my own strength to walk. It helped
when I needed to use the bathroom. Jean and I talked some more about
what had happened earlier. She was still somewhat in shock at what had
happened when we settled down for the night.


Carol
Saturday into Sunday

We received a call from the hospital about what Johnny had done and I 
was so proud of him. He saved Jean's life. But did he imperil his own?
Time would tell. What would happen when he left and she was alone? I 
hope she will be all right.

I was worried that they might try to get back at him, but mom told me 
that there was nothing I could do. I knew that, but still. It was 
aggravating to be so helpless.

We went in and visited for a short time. His parents took some clothes
for him so he would be able to go home on Sunday. I can hardly wait.

That night was a long one for me. I so wanted to be there with him,
but I couldn't and so I had to wait until we got a call that he was
ready to be released. It came at 9:30 on Sunday. Mrs. Smith called us
to let us know Dr. Richards had given him a clean bill of health, with
a prescription for rest with no excitement for a week. I knew that
Johnny would be chafing at the bit to get out of there so I rushed to
get ready and we hurried over to the hospital where the Smiths were
already with him. He was dressed and sitting up in the chair when I
ran in ahead of my parents. I rushed over and hugged him.

"Johnny, you're going home. Happy?"

"Yes, But I'm worried about Jean," he said, looking at the other bed. 
"Leaving her here all alone, the police can't keep her protected 
indefinitely." He looked down at his hands, sighing.

"Johnny, you can't protect her either. All you can do is give her your
support," I told him.

"Carol's right," his mom said, "you just have to worry about getting 
better."

He nodded, then rose and went over to take Jean's hand. She smiled at 
him. "I'll be leaving soon, but I'll try to come back and visit."

"That's okay, John, I'll be all right." She smiled confidently.

Just then, a nurse walked in with a wheelchair. She smiled at Johnnie.
"I see you're leaving us. I must say, you've kept us on our toes."

"I hope I haven't been too much trouble." 

"Oh no, we wish we had as many cooperative patients as you. I hope you
keep well."

"Thank you," Johnny said as he sat in the chair. She turned it around 
and we followed it out, saying good bye to Jean, who sat there crying.
I went over and hugged her. I felt bad for her.

We got through the dismissal process and Johnny and I crawled into the
back of the Smith's car. He sighed as he settled in. "Tired?" I asked 
him.

"A little. The past days, especially yesterday, were really tiring."
He smiled at me, but I could see that he was nervous and worried.

"All you have to worry about now," I told him, "is about regaining
your strength and getting back to school. I don't know for sure, but I
heard a rumor that the Program would be re-instated. We still haven't
completed our week," I told him as I squeezed his hand.

He looked at me as his mom did also, leaning over the front seat, and 
he said, "I think, if we are asked, we should volunteer to do the
first week it re-starts, if it is after next week. I need time to get
my legs back in working order. I will this whole week to do that
before I go back next week, but then only if I'm strong enough."

We all agreed that would be best. We finally reached his home and we 
got out, with me and his mom helping him to stand. My parents drove up
and stopped right behind us at the curb and got out. Johnny bravely 
tried to make it up the steps by himself but he needed help. Between 
his dad and mine, they got him into their house and upstairs to his 
bedroom.

I went up to make sure he was all right. He was sitting there on his 
bed looking tired. "You need to get undressed and into bed, Johnny.
You don't look so good," I told him.

He looked at me and said, "I didn't think the trip home would be so 
tiring. I guess walking around that small room wasn't much exercise 
after all." He smiled at me.

"Carol," said Mrs. Smith. "Why don't you help Johnny off with his 
clothes and into bed. The rest of us will go down and get some food 
ready. I'm sure after all this, we're all feeling a bit hungry."

They left me alone with Johnny. My parents went downstairs with his. I
went and helped him off with his jacket, then his shirt. He smiled at 
me. "Are you planning on trying to take advantage of this poor wreck
of a man you see sitting here, young lady? You should be ashamed," and
he took me in his arms and kissed me. I giggled at I wrapped my arms 
around his neck. 

"Uh huh," I told him, "I will take advantage and you'll like it," and 
kissed him again. Then I helped him to stand up and I undid his belt 
and pulled his zipper down. I could see his boxers tenting up as I 
pulled his pants open. I don't know how he managed it, but when I 
pushed his pants down to his knees and rubbed his crotch, he blushed 
just like a virgin and tried to push me away. I stood there looking 
uncertain as he slipped off his shoes and pants, leaving him dressed
in his boxers and socks. "Okay, now, you can take advantage of me,
young lady, but be gentle, I beg you. I am just a simple soul and have
never experienced the likes of such a beautiful woman such as
yourself," and he swept me in his arms and kissed me as I tried to
laugh at his foolish behavior.

We kissed for a few seconds, then I pushed his shorts down and gently 
nudged him down to his bed as I kneeled down before him and caressed 
his penis. It grew to full hard in no time, but I worried that
anything I might do might put stress on his heart. After all, that's
how he landed in the hospital in the first place.

"If you feel uncomfortable with this, we can wait," I said worried.

He sat there grinning and took my hand and wrapped my fingers around 
his penis while his other hand ran its fingers through my long hair.
"I know you want to make love, Carol, and I would be willing to try to
help you get relief, but it's too soon for me. Beside, it's been
almost a week since I had a taste of that beautiful pussy of yours.
Shall we?" and he helped me get up and then undressed me until we were
both naked. I shook as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair,
lightly rubbing my clit. He got me so horny that neither of us noticed
a little red-haired girl standing in the open doorway until we heard a
giggle and running steps. We jerked apart and I rushed to get dressed
before anyone else came while he jumped into bed and covered himself.
Both of us were laughing uncontrollably at the picture we must have
depicted to his sister. 

A minute after we had straightened ourselves up, all four of our 
parents showed up. I think they must have given us time to do it 
because all I saw was a grin on each of their faces. "Couldn't wait, 
huh, dear?" mom said. I just blushed as I sat on the bedside. "It's
his fault. He was acting so silly, asking me if I was trying to take 
advantage of him, and then he wanted to uh do stuff with me. I tried
to get him in bed, really, uh, I mean, to rest, really."

His mother came over and hugged me, whispering, "Give him a couple 
days. Okay, dear? I'm sure he wants you as much as you want him." Then
she looked at John. "And you, young man, what's your excuse? Are you 
trying to corrupt this sweet young girl?"

He just lay there smiling. He can be so irritating at times. He 
shrugged as he sat there in bed, the blanket covering him to his waist
and showing his chest with the large bandage showing over his heart.
"I guess we just lost control. It's been almost a week. I've barely
been able to touch her. When she started undressing me, the old
feelings returned and I wanted to take her to bed, but I couldn't. I
don't think I'm ready yet. That wouldn't have stopped me from helping
her get some relief. I don't think that would have been overtaxing my
heart."

"Wait a few days, John," he dad told him, "I'm sure you'd rather wait 
than land back in the hospital."

He nodded. "I know, dad. I'm not an idiot, about this anyway, but I am
a teenage boy and some things can't be controlled all the time."

I hugged Johnny one last time and we all left him alone then. I went 
home with mom and dad to get ready for school tomorrow.


John
Sunday

As I lay in bed listening to my cds, I thought back to all that had 
happened the past week. Carol and I had been put into the Program at 
school, six days ago, and we had only known each other from our 
classes. Then, as we were forced to walk around naked through school, 
we felt the affinity of two souls thrown together in common need as we
fought against our innate fear of being noticed and the diatribes from
the other students that we thought we'd get. When they never came to 
pass, we learned to enjoy the nudity and we grew closer in that one 
day. 

When Carol's mom asked if Carol could sleep over at my house, I was 
flabbergasted. She wanted her daughter to sleep over at my house, with
a boy she had just met. I wasn't sure how to act as we settled in bed 
that night. We were both virgins and scared, but the events of the day
had caused emotions to arise in us that we'd never felt before. As a 
result, we took solace in each other's company, little knowing the 
result it would have on me.

When I played with her pussy, like I had done in class that day, I 
could feel my heart racing, just like I feel it racing now at the 
memory of that night as I write this. Something should have told me 
something was wrong after we had made love, and I fell asleep so fast.
But what did I know? I was just a kid.

I woke up tired. I had woken up tired the morning before as well. But
I was 15 years old. I was just a kid. Like I said, what did I know?
Then, in school, when Carol stroked me off and made me cum, and the
pains in my chest and the way I couldn't catch my breathing, that
should have told me something too, but I wouldn't, or just couldn't,
understand and I went on to class like normal. Then, in Gym, when Jean
stroked me, with that lotion on her hands (how do they get drugs in
lotion form, anyway?) I felt my heart racing and my chest hurting, and
my legs get weak, I knew that something was wrong. I made it out of
the locker room and to the bleachers with Coach's help. You know the
rest. The dreams, the fear. And the love Carol showed for me as I
recovered. I didn't know how I could ever repay her.

I lay there, thinking all about that week, with the Rolling Stones for
background music and somehow, I must have slipped into sleep at some 
time, because when I awoke, I saw mom standing there looking at me 
worriedly. She had removed my earphones and cd player to make me more 
comfortable.

"Are you all right, honey?" she asked me.

I smiled at her and said, "Yes, thanks, mom. I was just resting. I'd 
been thinking over everything that had gone on this week. I'm really 
glad to be home, in my own bed."

"We're glad to have you back, John. We thought we were going to lose 
you for a while. Are you hungry?"

I looked at her and suddenly realized that I was starved. I told her 
so, and she smiled. "Good. That means you're recovering. Can you get 
up?"

Without thinking, I guess I was still a little groggy, I threw the 
covers off and sat up on the side. When I looked down at myself, I 
said, "Woops, I guess I can't go like this, can I?" Mom smiled at me 
and handed my the same pair of boxers I had worn for a while that 
morning. "Thanks. Wouldn't want Cindy to be scared."

Mom grinned at that. "Huh, not likely. Now put your clothes on and
I'll help you downstairs. Dinner's all ready." 

I stood up and dressed, then I grabbed my cane and followed her out
the door. When we reached the stairs she put her arm around my left
arm while I leaned on the bannister. We finally made it half way when
dad came over and took mom's place to help me. I was still wobbly.
Cindy came over and hugged me, crying. 

"What's wrong, short stuff?" I asked her, rubbing my fingers through 
her bright red hair. "Mommy said you might die. You aren't going to 
die, are you, Johnny?"

"Cindy," I said to her, dropping to one knee to look her in the eye,
"I am not going to die, at least for a long time. So you wipe those
tears from your eyes. Okay?" I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Okay," she said, sniffling. She tried to smile but she still looked 
worried. Dad helped me to stand. I must have looked at mom and dad 
strangely because I could see concern in their faces. As I sat down, 
Dad said, "We weren't sure just how this would turn out, and if the 
worst came true, we didn't want her to learn about it all of a sudden.
That's why we told her there was a possibility that you could die."

I nodded. "Okay, but it's over now, I hope, and we can all get back to
our normal lives." I turned to Cindy who was standing a few feet away,
"Come here, you." She grinned and ran over. I picked her up and sat
her on my lap. "Oof, you're getting heavy, little girl. Okay now,
about before, when you peeked at Carol and me, you know that wasn't
very nice, don't you?" I looked at her and she gave me that big
innocent smile I love. "I didn't peek, the door was open," she
exclaimed, trying to get off my lap.

That brought a big laugh from mom and dad. "She's got you there, son,"
mom said as she prepared my plate. "Okay, maybe, but I refuse to
become a monk. I've just discovered what fun you-know-what is and I
don't want to let it go." I set Cindy down and she ran around to the
other side, out of my reach, or so she thought. I smiled at her and
she stuck out her tongue. Sisters! Can't live with or without 'em.

"You don't have to become a monk, John, just use a little common
sense. She's curious, just as you were at that age," said dad,
grinning, "so when Carol's over, close the door. Put a chair under the
knob or something, just so our little resident spy over here doesn't
see anymore things that she isn't supposed to. Okay?"

"Okay, dad. Agreed," I said, grinning. "Can Carol stay over some time,
maybe next week?"

"If her parents agree. I don't see any problem. Only after you're 
strong enough, though," said dad.

"Agreed," I said as I began eating. "I asked Dr. Richards when he 
examined me when I should start taking Gym. He said after three weeks,
enough time to give my heart time to rebuild itself back to where it 
should be. He said he'd let the school know. So I'll take this week 
off, go back next week if I'm strong enough, and then a week after 
that, I'll start gym again. Maybe that week would be a good week to 
start our Program over. At least I'll be able to get into the girls' 
locker room again." I wiggled my eyebrows at them and they laughed. 

I noticed Cindy looking at me strangely. "What?" I asked her as I 
chewed on a bean.

"Why do you want to go into the girls' locker room?"

"You're too young to understand, little girl. Wait a few years, then 
you'll understand," I told her.

"But..." she began.

"He's right, Cindy," said mom. "In a few years, when you get
interested in boys, may that never happen," she prayed, "you'll
understand the attraction of the opposite s.. uh gender."

After that, we all finished eating. Cindy kept looking at me in 
frustration. She obviously believed we were keeping secrets from her.
I just smiled at her.

Looking out the window, I saw the beautiful day. "I think I'll go 
outside and sit on the swing on the porch. I need some air."

"Good idea, John," mom said. "Cindy, run upstairs and get the jacket 
your brother was wearing when he came home."

"Okay, mommy," she said and rushed up the stairs.

"I could have got it, mom," I said.

"And climb those stairs up and down just for that, I don't think so. I
want you to take it easy, if only for today. Tomorrow, you can try 
walking around, all right?" she told me. I readily agreed. 

Cindy came down with the jacket. Mom helped me to put it on, then, as
I leaned on my cane, I went out onto the front porch and sat down on
the swing. It is a nice wide swing, and I always find it very
relaxing. When I was young, and it was warm, I would sleep on it
sometimes. I settled there and thought some more about the past week.
I noticed several neighbors pass by. They waved when they saw me and I
waved back.

I must have dozed because it was getting dark when I awoke. I grabbed 
my cane and went inside. The others were watching TV when I went in. I
told them I was going to bed, and was asked if I needed any help. I 
told them no, that I had to do it for myself, like I was used to
doing. I made it upstairs and to my room, and managed somehow to get
my clothes off, even my boxers. I liked to sleep naked now. A week
ago, I would have been completely embarrassed to have anyone see me
that way, but now...

I got into bed, covered myself, rubbed my cock and balls just for old 
times sake and fell asleep. I still didn't understand why I needed so 
much sleep. Maybe my body's means of repairing itself.

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