“How are you feeling?” says Liam through his mask. He’s decked out in a surgical looking hospital suit.
“Why are you here?” I say.
“Your dad called me. I must have accidentally introduced some foreign allergenic agent to your room.”
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s not your fault,” I say. “You took all the precautions.”
I briefly wonder how I sound when speaking. It seems to take my mind forever to come up with the proper words.
The one thing that my mind is capable of doing, apparently, is getting excited. Despite the horrible pain I’ve feeling, my body is responding to Liam’s presence, to his huge muscles that can’t be concealed no matter how much ridiculous germ-shielding clothing he wears.
“Listen,” says Liam. “I’m not really supposed to be here.”
“You’re not?”
He shakes his head. “This isn’t my specialty,” he says. “And I’m not supposed to be treating people with your condition. I’m a brain surgeon, not an immunologist. I could get in a lot of trouble, but… I think I found it.”
“You found it?” I say, confused.
“Yeah, I found the cure for your problem. Just like I told you.”
My heart starts to beat quickly in excitement, but somehow this excitement just causes me more pain.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I manage to say, vaguely realizing that it’s out of the context of the conversation.
“You’ll feel better soon,” says Liam.
He pulls something out of his pocket, something that doesn’t look like it’s been sterilized.
“What’s that?”
“Fish medicine,” says Liam. I have the feeling he’s grinning at me from behind his mask. I can see it turning up, molding to his face.
“Fish medicine?” I say, suddenly getting worried.
Is Liam just crazy? He’s brought me fish medicine? Fish medicine that is probably in a dirty bottle that’s going to make me sick again.
“Has that been sanitized?” I ask, my voice quavering with fear. “The bottle, I mean?”
“No,” says Liam. And now he does the unthinkable, pulling his mask down.
I take a gasp in surprise… surprise at how hot he is in person, with his actual face showing… and surprise that he would dare to do that, when it’s certainly going to make me sick.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“Here,” says Liam, starting to unscrew the bottle of fish medicine. He won’t stop grinning. “This is going to make you better. Trust me. It’s going to make you better instantly. It’s going to help your cells work. They’re going to make energy again, and you won’t get these crazy allergy attacks all the time.”
“Fish medicine?” I say. “How is that even possible?”
“It’s called methylene blue, and it’s used for many types of cellular diseases. It just happens to be useful for fish, and this was the easiest way to get it.”
I’m starting to feel my chest tightening, and my breathing is starting to go ragged. I know these symptoms like the back of my hand. My skin is getting itchy… the allergy attack is coming at any moment. Liam’s not wearing his mask. Who knows what kind of contamination he could have brought into the hospital room.
“I’m having an… attack…” I manage to say. “Get someone…”
“I’m a doctor,” says Liam, ceaselessly grinning at me. “Trust me, take this. Just a single drop will do.”
He holds out a dropper that he’s stuck into the fish medicine bottle. The dropper holds a deep blue liquid.
“That looks like dish cleaner,” I would like to say, but my throat is starting to swell up, making speaking impossible.
“It’s just blue in color,” says Liam. “There’s nothing to fear about it. It’s completely harmless. Here, look.” He takes the dropper and drops a couple drops onto his tongue, which stains a deep blue… he still looks sexy.
He holds the dropper towards my mouth and I cringe backwards.
Knowing that the dropper has been near his mouth makes me… shudder in fear that it’s going to instantly send me into another attack.
“You’re having another attack,” says Liam. “If you want, I can call the nurse and they’ll administer another round of epinephrine and you’ll deal with all the consequences of that, the swelling… everything. And then you’ll head back to your room to do the whole process over again. Or you can take this funny looking blue liquid, just a drop, and it’ll all be over. I promise.”
I nod my head.
“You want the methylene blue?”
I nod my head again.
I mean, fuck it, right? It’ll probably work… maybe.
The liquid hits my tongue that I hold out for Liam.
He gazes right into my eyes as he drops the liquid onto my tongue and I gaze right back into his.
It tastes bitter, a strange chemical like taste like no medicine I’ve ever tried before.
A couple seconds later, and something’s happening.
I don’t know how to describe it, but something feels different in my body.
“How are you feeling?” says Liam.
“Fine,” I say, before gasping in surprise, realizing that my throat has stopped swelling up, and I’m now able to speak.
Liam grins at me, his face close to mine. He takes my wrist and starts taking my pulse. “I’ve never liked to rely on those machines,” he says. “Better to get the real feel of the patient.”
“I can’t believe it!” I say, getting excited. “That worked! Do you think it’ll keep working?”
“This treats the cellular problem,” says Liam. “You’re fine now. You just need to take one drop a day or so and you’ll be fine the rest of your life.”
“I can’t believe it!” I say again.
There’s a knock at the door.
“That’ll be the nurses,” says Liam. “I’m sure they’ll be just as shocked as you are.”
“Why aren’t they coming in?”
“Oh,” says Liam, smirking. “I needed to give us some extra time in here so I locked the door. I had a feeling that you’d need some convincing. After all, it does seem a little strange, doesn’t it?”
There’s a banging at the door. Loud knocking. It sounds like a couple people are starting to knock.
“They’re probably worried about me,” I say. My voice is starting to sound a little faint and far away. After all, the whole course of the rest of my life has just changed before my eyes… I can go to college. I can walk in the park. I can go ice skating. Most importantly, I can leave that fucking room.
“I never want to go back to that room,” I say emphatically.
Liam laughs. “That’s understandable,” he says. “Here, make sure to take this bottle with you.”
He hands me the small bottle of fish medicine. “You sure it’s safe?” I say.
“I read the lab analysis,” says Liam. “No heavy metals, no impurities. Fish are very sensitive creatures, after all, and you can’t be giving them anything bad or they’ll die right off. It’s bad for business.”
His mouth is close to mine. I can feel his breath on me, and smell it. It’s the first time I’ve really smelled something that wasn’t my stale bedroom in so long. He smells wonderful, incredibly manly, incredibly sexy.
Before I know what’s happening, his mouth is against mine, kissing me. His mouth crashes onto mine.
And I kiss him back.
My whole body feels awake like it’s never felt before. Not only am I not burdened by the horrible feeling that I’ll never leave my room alive, but… well, my body is screaming at me, “Now you’ve got your chance, you’re out of that hell. Time to activate those ovaries and pump out babies! Time to collect all the hottest sperm you can!”
It’s kind of gross to think about it that way. But I don’t care right now. I’m so turned on right now, with Liam’s muscles pushing against me, with his mouth against mine. Our tongues swirl together. My ni
pples are hard, and I’m ready. I’m ready to lose my virginity. Right here and right now. I couldn’t care less that there’s a horde of nurses making a huge racket by banging on the door, or that I’m in a hospital bed, or that Liam’s older than I am, or that I really don’t know him well at all.
“What the hell’s going on in here?”
It’s my dad’s voice!
I open my eyes and Liam pulls away from me. I catch the grin in his eyes, but he puts on a serious face for my dad.
I’ve never been more horrified in my entire life. I’ve never been walked in on doing anything, well except if you count that one time last year when my mother walked in on me right after I had finished… pleasuring myself. But I’ve never been caught messing around with a guy. And by my dad! I could just curl up and die.
My dad’s dressed in the ridiculous plastic, with the full face mask on.
A couple nurses stand behind him, wearing the same get up, their arms crossed angrily in front of their ample bosoms.
“You’re not wearing your mask!” shouts my dad at Liam. “Do you want to kill her? What the hell are you doing here?”
Liam doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t look in the least bit fazed by my dad’s tirade.
“Just paying a visit,” he says simply.
“And you’re… kissing her! You could kill her like that. You’re a fucking brain surgeon, you think you’d know what that could do to her!”
“Dad,” I say, trying to interrupt. “I’m fine… Liam…”
Liam shoots me a look that for some reason I know for certain means, “I could get in trouble for giving you the blue liquid. Don’t tell them.”
“I’m going to get going,” says Liam. He gets up calmly and walks towards the door, pulling off the plastic wrap as he does so, revealing that he’s wearing nothing more than a tight black t-shirt that shows off his gorgeous torso and his bulging biceps.
“Don’t ever come near my daughter again,” says my dad, visibly intensely angry even behind his mask.
“I’ll call you,” says the defiant Liam as he walks through the doorway.
Liam just changed my life forever. It’ll never be the same again.
Chapter 7
Liam
I walk through the hospital with the taste of her lips on mine. My cock is half hard, but it was fully erect when we were kissing. This isn’t one of those kisses that you just forget. No, this is going to linger with me until I finally have her.
It’s just a matter of time before she comes running to my bed, begging for my cock.
“Dr. Horton!” says someone, coming up behind me and tugging on my shirt. I’ve already peeled the ridiculous plastic off my body, leaving it on the floor outside of Mia’s room.
“What?” I continue to walk without pausing.
“Dr. Horton,” says the shrill female voice. Whoever it is, she continues to tug on my shirt. “Administration needs to see you immediately!”
I stop, turning to look at her. She’s a young mousey looking nurse. Not too bad in the tits department, though. I’d give her a lay, let her have a chance at my cock… if it wasn’t for Mia. I have a feeling no one’s going to be able to scratch this itch until I finally sink my cock into Mia’s tight little pussy. No one’s going to do but her.
“Dr. Horton!” says the woman. “Are you listening to me?”
“No,” I say.
She looks completely stunned.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, sarcastically. “Were you telling me that administration needs to see me?”
She nods shyly.
“I’ll see them when I’m good and ready,” I say.
“But Dr. Horton!”
I sigh loudly.
“Liam!” shouts a male figure coming rapidly down the hallway. He’s walking stiffly, with his arms moving at his sides like he’s a robot. I’d recognize that walk anywhere. It’s Johnson.
“There is he,” says the nurse, in a low voice, without looking at me. She rushes past me, staring at the ground.
“There you are,” says Johnson, out of breath as he comes up to me. In one hand, he’s clutching his cell phone. In the other, he’s got a stack of papers, and it looks like he’s lost some, since they’re all ruffled and out of order.
“What’s up, Johnson?” I say.
“We’ve just received another complaint,” he says, still completely breathless.
“Great,” I say. “Just add it to the list. Bill me later, or whatever you do. I’ve got to get going.”
“But this is from… let me get this straight. Did you just administer an experimental drug to a highly allergic patient who had just come out of a coma?”
Great, so Mia’s dad found the bottle and complained to the staff. That’s just what I need, more complications. So much for him being an old friend, but that’s something I’ve learned over the years—people can turn on you when the situation is right and it’s to their advantage. Well, that and he’s just trying to protect his one daughter who has a life threatening health problem. I get that. I can understand that. But what I gave her worked and it’s going to continue to work. I know I’m right.
“Yes,” I say, staring Johnson right in the eyes.
“But…” he sputters. “You can’t do that… You’re a… You just can’t go around…”
“Listen,” I say. “If it doesn’t work, tell them they can sue me and I’ll admit to everything.”
“That’s not a very good legal position.”
“I don’t give a shit about my legal position,” I say.
I turn and walk away, leaving Johnson still sputtering and clutching his messy stack of papers.
Fishing in my pocket for my cell phone, I walk swiftly towards the elevator that will take me to my department.
I dial John’s number.
He picks up on the first ring.
“How dare you!” he says, sputtering his words just like Johnson.
“I’m going to cut you off right there, John,” I say. “I’m headed into surgery and I don’t have time for this bullshit. So listen. And listen carefully. I’m right about the methylene blue. Do the research yourself. It stopped her attacks, and you’ll notice over the next week that Mia doesn’t have any other attacks. She’ll be able to leave her room now.”
“But… you…” His words are nothing but anger and confusion. He might know I’m right.
“Sue me if I’m wrong,” I say. “Give it a week and see. You’re an old friend, John, and I’ll forgive this little stunt of yours, reporting me to that asshole Johnson. I know you’re just concerned about your daughter.”
There’s a long pause on the other end of the line.
That might have calmed him down a little. But what I’m about to say next is sure to make him angry again, but fuck all if that’s going to stop me.
“And another thing,” I say. “I’m going to be asking your daughter out.”
I can hear the anger coming from him, but he’s not speaking. He’s just making vague guttural noises.
“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear,” I say. “But she’s been stuck in that room alone for a year. She deserves to get out and see the world.”
I almost say experience things, but that might be pushing it just a little too far, since the obvious implication is that she’s going to be experiencing my cock.
“You can’t!” is all he manages to say among all of his sputtering.
“I absolutely can ask her out,” I say. “And I have a hunch she’s going to accept. But the point is she’s an adult, and she can make her own choices. I’ve got to get to surgery.”
I hang up the phone.
Sometimes, friends need you to show them what’s what.
“Is the patient prepped?” I ask the nurse in the hallway.
She does a double take, seeing me in a t-shirt and jeans. “Not yet, Dr. Horton.”
“Get on it,” I say. “I’ll be ready in five.”
I pull off my t-shirt, and grab my phone. One
last phone call before heading into surgery.
“Mia?” I say, as she picks up.
“Hi,” she says, giggling a little nervously. “Oh, I’m sorry that…”
“I know what you’re about to say,” I say. “I don’t have much time. I’ve already talked to your dad and everything. Don’t worry about the treatment. You’re going to be fine… And you’ll come out with me on Friday, right?”
“Sure,” she says eagerly. Then there’s a pause. “Oh,” she adds, sounding suddenly uncertain. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to. They’re really worried I’ll have a relapse…”
Chapter 8
Mia
My dad’s given me a stern talking to, as a doctor, of course, rather than a parent, telling me that the results I’ve seen so far may not be the ones that I will see in the future.
Whatever.
I trust Liam with this.
I feel a thousand times better than ever, and it’s not just being able to go outside. I guess I didn’t realize just how tired and run down I was all the time, because that had become my normal reality. There wasn’t anything else to compare it to.
But now my body feels light. I have energy, and most of all nothing makes me sick, nothing makes me pass out.
Getting out of my room, out of the house, is just insane. There’s really no way to describe it. Unless you’ve spent a full year locked away in a single room, there’s just no way you’ll ever understand the experience.
I was so excited to get out today that I woke up at the crack of dawn and left the house without even eating breakfast. Even though I’ve been eating an incredibly bland and hypoallergenic diet for a year, food is the last thing on my mind. I just need to get out, to explore, to live life.
My parents were still asleep when I left.
One thing I know for sure: I need to get my own place, or move in with some roommates. I’m too old to be living with my parents, and the thought of staying in my childhood room any longer makes me feel physically sick to my stomach.
The sun is shining. The sky is completely cloudless. The air smells sweet. It’s like I’ve been given a new chance on life, and second chance to get out, to live.
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