Dr. Mattias nods his head while scrolling something on his tablet. “Found him, he’s here today. Would you mind if I brought him in to check in on you?”
“Of course.”
“Good. I’ll be in to check on you shortly. I want to possibly keep you overnight. The fact that you passed out on the ride here sounds like you are concussed. I want to play it safe and have you monitored. I’ll speak to Dr. Contreras after he speaks with you and we’ll make sure we’re on the same plan.”
“Yes, Doctor.” My mom bats her eyes at him. He smiles, turns to me and holds his hand.
“Let any of the nurses know if you guys need me by pressing the red lightbulb button on the remote to her right shoulder. I’ll put the notes in to move her to a room for overnight admittance.
When the other doctor arrived, my mother and he spoke like old friends. He chastised her for not coming in within the past year, and she pushed him away as if he was an annoying brother. He looked over her records through his own tablet and then sat on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want you driving when you feel dizzy, you know that’s dangerous.”
“I know, I know.”
“When you feel the vertigo set in, take a seat. I know it’s not an easy feeling. I’m going to prescribe you Antivert. It will help with some of the effects of dizziness and vertigo. I also want to see you in three months,” he turns to me, “can you make that happen?”
“Absolutely.” I nod my head.
They continue to talk, and I zone out on the framed art of a landscape on the wall and then stand up suddenly.
“I left Missy in the waiting room. I have no idea how long I’ve been back here. I’m sorry ‘Ma. I’ll be right back,” I kiss her on the forehead and walk out of the room to let the two continue chatting.
I find my way out to the waiting room and scan the seats. I see Missy sitting in the corner beside a couple with their backs to me as I approach. She’s smiling and talking to them, which I’m sure that I’ve left her out here long enough to build new friendships, but as I turn the row of chairs, the couple turns to me and all three of them stand up.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask coming to a stop.
Chapter Twenty-One
Noah and Valerie stand with Missy as I approach them.
“What are you guys doing here?” I repeat. Missy rushes to my side and puts her small hand in mine. I squeeze it and look at her.
“When I called Valerie, they were already on their way. Mercy sure as shit is a small town. The news about your mom must have traveled. They got here about twenty minutes ago. How’s your mom?” Missy asks.
“She’s good. She was flirting with her doctor, so I’m thinking that there no last brain injury. But no, she’s got a few broken bones other than that, she’s well.” I smile.
“Oh, that’s good.” Valerie says quietly.
“They’re going to keep her overnight, she was unconscious when she arrived, so they just want to make sure that she’s a hundred percent. I don’t think that I’m going to make it into the bar tonight.”
“Dude, I wasn’t expecting you to,” Noah steps forward and slaps his hand on my shoulder. “I’m just glad that your mom is okay,”
“Thank man. And seriously, thank you guys for coming here.”
“Hey man, we’re family. This is what family does, we do shit like this.”
“You’re taking to having a brother pretty well,”
“I mean you’re my little brother, so there will be plenty of making fun of you in the future. Obviously now is not the time, but you know, there’s plenty of times for wedgies and shit. I think I resigned internally that my dad fucked up, but I shouldn’t let his shit interfere with our shit. And despite you not being completely honest with me,” Valerie elbows him and he winces. “I like you.”
“You like me. You really, really like me!” I mimic Sally Field as I jokingly clasp my hands together in front of my chest quietly in our small group and everyone laughs.
Epilogue
6 months later
I wasn’t supposed to want her, I wasn’t supposed to need her, but Missy Donahue came back into my life in a whirlwind. We rekindled, and our previous relationship of friendship became romance and I can’t picture my life without her.
My tongue circles her nipples and her hands move to clutch my head to her chest as she presses into me. She mews and I move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in my path. Her legs open as my body pushes between and once I’m at her center, I flick my tongue against the seam of her pussy and see her body tremble. With my thumbs I spread her and lick her, inserting my tongue with her hips moving against my face.
I insert a finger and she bends her knees and pushes against me more, moaning her satisfaction. Her hands fumble around and she taps my shoulder then grabs my hair and pulls me off of her just as I flicked her clit with my tongue.
“I need. I need. Up. Here.” She mumbles.
I hook the back of her knees into the crooks of my arms and line myself up to her and push in slowly. My mouth drops open from the pure pleasure of how tight her pussy feels. My cock stretches and fills her completely, until I pull back and then thrust myself in. I lean down and capture her lips with mine, swallowing her moans of pleasure while I pump into her. I maneuver my hands under her ass and move against her body, thrusting without putting too much of my weight on her. I clench my jaw as her tight pussy squeezes me as her orgasm begins. She shuts her eyes, opens her mouth and screams sounds of ecstasy. I push into her harder and harder until my balls tighten and I feel a sensation at the base of my spine of pure pleasure. Before long, my own pleasure is racing through my body as I expel into her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and milks my orgasm out of me with precision.
I slowly pull out of her, instantly wanting to go back into her warmth.
I walk out of the room and into the joined bathroom to grab something to clean her up with.
“Do you think your mom is awake?” she asks, as I place the warm washcloth against her sex.
“If she wasn’t, I’m thinking that your screaming woke her up.” I wink, falling beside her on my side of the bed.
Missy and I decided to move in together, and she asked in a way that I couldn’t say no to – by offering her 2nd bedroom on the other side of her house, to my mother. My mother wasn’t thrilled to move, but in the end – the failure of the sewer system of her old house was the kicker.
We moved into Missy’s home, which happened to be closer to my ‘Ma’s church and her new bedroom also had a sun patio and its own entrance – so all in all, my ‘Ma felt like she was spoiled. She enjoyed spending time with Missy and I think that Missy enjoyed having a mother figure around again.
My relationship with Noah never changed, in fact – I think with the knowledge that we share familial ties – we’re closer. He’s become more trusting of me and has keyed me in on business decisions with some vendors that we work with. He even let me hire a few waitresses, since the kitchen is busting out some amazing food and The Neighborhood is known for not just being a great place with friendly staff, but delicious food that you can’t find anywhere else in Mercy.
All in all, being the bastard son ended up being an interesting story. My girlfriend drunkenly spilled the beans and after that night, my life changed for the best.
“I think we need to hit up a home improvement store in the city and install some extra insulation around the walls of our bedroom. I can’t leave this room, if she heard my sex screams.” She rolls into me and buries her head against my shoulder.
“I rather enjoy your sex screams,” I say to her quietly.
“I know, but I don’t need the woman who raised you to know what we’re doing in here.”
“Babe, she knows, now let’s get out of here. I’m hungry.” I sit up and put my sweats on. I walk over to the dresser and throw one of my shirts and a pair of boxers in her direction.
I leave the bedroom and my mother is sitting at
the little bistro table doing a crossword puzzle, as Missy pads out of our room not too far behind me.
“Mornin’,” she says with the pencil between her teeth while still looking at the folded paper in front of her.
“Hey ‘Ma, I’m going to make some eggs, do you want any?” I ask reaching in the fridge to pull out the carton of eggs. I count them to make sure that I have enough for an omelet when Missy sits across my her.
“I think you kids need all the eggs yourself. Ah, the stamina of youth. Healthy youth at that. You both need to make sure that you have all the protein you can from working up such an appetite this morning.” She smirks, looking over her paper.
Missy drops her head into her hands and groans.
“I told you we need to add more insulation around the bedroom.”
“Don’t worry, I asked Alexa to buy me noise cancelling headphones, you kids are all right.”
I try to hold in my laughter, but Missy catches it.
“We’re all adults here,” my mom says, drops her pencil and crossword to lean in towards Missy and with a low voice she asks while fanning herself. “Did I ever tell you about that absolutely gorgeous doctor from my accident?”
THE END
COMING UP NEXT
Continue reading for the 3rd story in this series
I dedicate this to women.
Don’t ignore the signs of any sort of chest pressure.
Signs of heart attacks in women are much different than they are in men.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
I’m lying on the dirty floor in the storeroom of The Neighborhood Bar.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
The squeezing in my chest is killing me and feels like someone keeps tightening the imaginary corset around my body. I am not sure how long I have been lying on the floor in here, but as I look around, I note that it could use a thorough cleaning.
I sit up and take a few breaths, then stand.
Okay, I can do this. Maybe it was a mini-panic attack. Maybe I have some indigestion, and maybe, it’s the root of why I want to throw up. Oh shit, there’s the squeezing again.
I resume my place on the floor, as the position of lying down feels best, and continue with the deep breaths.
One hand is clutching the space below my breasts, and the other is under my lower back. I feel like I’m holding my insides in, but it feels as if it lessens the pain instead as I apply pressure.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Ow. Ow. Ow. This is not a fun feeling.
The storeroom door swings open, I turn my head, and through my blurry vision, I see a pair of black sneakers rushing to me. Hands reach out hesitantly, and then I meet the worried gaze of Miles, the brother of the owner of the bar.
“Fuck, Rhi. What the hell are you doing here on the floor? Are you okay? You’re crying. You’re not okay,” he goes on to ramble.
“Tightness,” I choke out around the flood of emotions that I wasn’t aware I was dealing with.
“Can you sit up?” he asks.
“I can, but I would prefer to lay down,” I hiccup.
He stands and pulls his phone from his back pocket. I don’t see what he’s doing, but he calls for Noah in the main part of the bar.
“Miles, if this is another one of your random punching games- shit!” Noah’s feet rush to my side, and he is leaning down beside me a second later. He brushes away the hair from my forehead and tries, yet fails miserably, to give me a smile. I can see the fright in his eyes, and I know that this isn’t just a silly random cramp.
Miles leans down beside Noah.
“It’s too far of a drive for ambulance or car, so you will be taking a first class flight. We’ll be right behind and will be at the hospital as soon as we can.”
“No. You guys don’t need to come,” I breathe out.
“Bullshit. We’re family. It’s not like your mom is sober enough to get in a car and come. We’ll call her and offer her a ride though,” Noah replies calmly.
“Medics!” I hear from the front of the bar.
Miles stands up and rushes out of the room to meet them. I hear muffled voices then several pounding feet rushing towards me.
“Hello, I’m Garrett, and this is Mitch. We’re here to take care of you. What’s your name?” he asks me.
“Rhiannon Jones.”
“Rhiannon, how old are you?” Garrett asks, pulling out stuff from his bag.
“I’m twenty-eight,” I reply.
“Ma’am, can you tell us what’s going on and where it’s hurting?” Mitch, the other paramedic, asks while maneuvering around the room with a backboard.
“It feels like I’m wearing a corset that’s too small for me, and someone is pulling on the bindings to make it even tighter,” I say in between breaths.
“Okay, and how long have you been feeling like this?” Mitch asks beside me, picking up my wrist and taking my pulse.
“Off and on for the past few hours.”
“Have you been back here like this for that time?” Miles asks with worry.
“No, I was home. I only got here about thirty minutes ago,” I say, feeling another tightening around my chest. Shit! Holy mother of fucking demon ducklings, this hurts.
I take in a shaky breath, and with tears in my eyes, I look to Garrett.
“I’m ready to go now,” I say, my voice high in pitch.
“Ma’am,” he obliges. They move me to the backboard and haul me up in the air. Miles and Noah are yelling something at Percy, the kitchen chef, as they trail behind.
I hear Noah on the phone then tune out to just focus on my breathing.
Moments later, I’m in an ambulance and confused.
“I thought we couldn’t take the ambulance?” I ask.
“The rig will take us to the field where we have the chopper waiting for us. There isn’t enough room for the chopper to land in the middle of the parking lot or the street. Ma’am, I’m going to have to lift your shirt then fix these here sticker-like pads. I’m going to get an EKG.”
“Okay,” I say watching him lift my shirt. He places the stickers on my stomach and then around my rib cage underneath my breasts. He then places one of each of my legs.
Then, with some weird contraption, wires are hooked up to the stickers like something out of a mechanics garage.
Once everything is in its place, he turns to the monitor and asks me to try to be still. I do what I can, wincing as another tightening spell takes over.
“What does it feel like?” he asks.
“Like I’m being squeezed,” I reply, wincing.
“Still how you mentioned earlier, like a corset?”
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
“The good news is you’re not having a heart attack. We’re still going to get you to Hollybrooke General as soon as possible though, so that way we
can have a doctor rule out anything else that could be serious.”
He begins to unhook me from the jumper cables but leaves the stickers in place.
A moment later, we arrive at the open field with a helicopter waiting for us. Both medics unhook the gurney that I’m on from its place and then wheel me to the helicopter. There’s a pilot already sitting in the front who nods as I look over to him.
“Patient is Rhiannon Jones, age twenty-eight. She is experiencing chest pains, originating on medial anterior. Confirmed a negative on the EKG, locked and loaded.” Garrett hits the side of the helicopter.
2.
Chapter Twenty-Three
It felt like minutes that we were in the air before touching down again. I close my eyes to focus on my breathing. Garrett sits beside me, taking my blood pressure and measuring my oxygen while checking my pulse in between tapping something out on his medical tablet.
When I open my eyes, I am looking at the blue sky with sporadic clouds above and the helicopter blades rotating as we rush toward the hospital entrance. We enter into an elevator, and I can feel the movement of the elevator descending as I lie on the gurney.
“If it’s not a heart attack, wouldn’t it have been smarter, or more economical for my insurance, to just take the ambulance?” I ask in the quiet.
“Even though the EKG demonstrated no heart attack, it’s preventative to assure that you’re seen as soon as possible. I sincerely doubt that it is a heart attack that you’re experiencing, but symptoms in women are much different than they are in men, and I would rather not take any chances, just in case,” Garrett explains calmly.
The elevator doors open and there are people dressed in scrubs awaiting our arrival.
“What do we have here?” a woman asks as she fixes the glove on her right hand.
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