Colours In Blackness - A New Life
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I must have drifted off to sleep again after I ate, because I didn’t see Karen and Doc Turner come back into my room. They’re taking off my covers, when a gurney comes rolling in. Laden is pushing it. I want to jump up into his arms, but I can’t; first of all because physically I’m paralyzed, and second because nobody is supposed to know about our affair. I’m so very happy that he’s here, even if I can’t touch him the way I'd like to.
“Ok Laura, are you ready to go for a ride?” Laden asks me with the biggest sexy, crooked smile. Even with little scars on his face from the rollover car accident, he’s astonishingly handsome... he takes my breath away.
Laden wraps his arm under my shoulders, and lifts me up, while Karen holds me by my ankles. Without alerting anybody, Laden blows a kiss at me. The two of them lift, and move me over to the gurney, and set me down gently. Karen throws a blanket over my body, and tucks it in around my legs. Laden takes my IV, and transfers it from the pole on my bed, to the pole on the gurney.
Doc Turner speaks next. “We’re taking you for that test I was telling you about earlier; do you remember?” I nod my head. “You don’t have to do anything except relax, and watch pictures on a TV screen while we measure your brainwaves. But first, electrodes are going to be stuck to your head with putty.”
“Can Laden stay with me? I’m a little scared, and I’ll feel more comfortable it I have someone who’s familiar to me, come along.” I’m desperate to have Laden with me for as long as he can be, even if we have to play along as just friends, and never touch each other lovingly, like I so desperately want to do.
Doc Turner looks at Laden questionably, and returns his eyes to me. He smiles and says, “Sure, I can’t see that as being a problem. During the test Laden, you won’t be able to talk to her, but you can perhaps hold her hand, so that she knows you’re still with her.” Doc looks back at Laden, raises his eyebrows, and shakes his head, in a not so approving way, then lifts and drops his shoulders. “Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Laden stays right by my side. It takes about half hour for someone to stick the electrodes on my head with gooey putty. Laden talks to me casually the whole time, never letting on to the nurse that we are lovers. I still feel slightly drugged, and a little tired, so my contribution to the conversation is very small.
They roll me into the room where the test is going to happen. There is a TV hanging in front of a weird looking machine that I’ve never seen before. Laden scoops me up, and sets me down into a chair that looks like the dentist’s chair. He belts me in, so I don’t fall off; since I’ve only regained enough usage of my left arm to allow me to lift it slowly. The rest of my body is still sleeping.
Over the speaker system, I hear Doc Turner’s voice. “Ok Laura, are you ready to begin?” I nod my head, not sure if he can even see. “All you have to do is watch the screen in front of you, and think about the pictures and movies that will be shown. No talking please. Let’s get started.”
The lights flick off and the screen lights up with pictures of people’s faces. Then, a series of odd photos and movies play out on the big TV screen. About half hour later, the screen goes dark once again, and the lights come back on. Nothing that I just witnessed is relevant to anything. Everything was random, and therefore made absolutely no sense.
Doc Turner comes back on the speaker and says, “That’s it, Laura. You’re all finished.”
Laden gives my hand a little squeeze, and stands up to pick me up and lay me back down on the gurney. “I’m going to pull these electrodes off, then I’m going to wash your hair. It was looking really nasty before the putty, so you can imagine how bad it looks now.” He laughs, as he starts yanking the electrodes off of my head one by one. It doesn’t hurt, because he’s just pulling them out of the putty, not actually from my scalp.
“It’ll feel so good to clean my hair. Even without touching it, I can tell it’s gross.” My eyes meet his, and for only a moment, we lose ourselves. “Thank you... for everything.” I’m so glad that I have Laden in my life. Where would I be without him?
He pushes my gurney to a room where he can wash my hair. Doc made it a point to insist that Laden leave the door open, since I do not have all of my strengths back, because I’m still drugged. He’s just looking out for me, like a dad would do.
After Laden lays me out on what I imagine is called a washing table, he starts setting the temperature of the water, gets the shampoo and conditioner, and a soft fuzzy towel. The water feels so good washing down my head. Laden’s hands are gently washing and scrubbing all the putty out of my hair. Why does this make me want him?
Laden leans over, and kisses me softly. “I wish I could take your clothes off, and wash your whole body down for you. Wouldn’t that feel good? With you being unable to move, I can do anything I want to you... with your approval, of course... just a little fantasy play.” He growls like a tiger, then kisses me softly, slowly, again.
Once Laden finishes with my hair, he wheels me back into my glass room. Laden and Nurse Karen move me back onto my bed, and she tucks me in nice and tightly again. Karen leaves the room, but Laden stays, fussing with my pillows and IV. I think he was just stalling until she left.
“I want to lie next to your warm body, and hold you while you sleep, keeping you safe. However, I’m going to leave for a while, and get you some water, and I’m also going to see if I can get a glimpse of the test results. Don’t worry; I will be back, soon.” Laden settles for squeezing my hand, since no one should witness him kiss me, then leaves my room and heads off down the hallway.
I close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep, so that I won’t dread the moments as they tick by until his return. I miss him already.