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                                                                                                                 Come Away With Me

 

 

 

Part 2

The driver of the car didn’t have a prayer of stopping in time as Michael dashed out into the road. Now he just sat there stunned and in shock, after he’d felt the impact of the car hitting the boy and seeing him hurled into the air. Cars screeched to a stop, people yelled, and Ethan like the driver of the car stood frozen as he saw Michael hit by the vehicle. He’d looked across the road when he’d heard his name called, and now wanted to run over to Michael, but he couldn’t move. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, then suddenly his vocal chords responded to what he’d seen and a horrific scream erupted from his lungs. He dropped on all fours to the pavement his mind in turmoil at the events that had just enfolded in front of his eyes, his body jerking with the sobs pouring out from him. People ran in different directions some to attend to Michael and to see what could be done for the boy, at the same time calling for medical assistance on their mobiles. Others attended to the driver, and some to Ethan, who was still on his hands and knees on the pavement sobbing his heart out.

With the arrival of the police and ambulances some semblance of order was established as cars moved, and people were ushered along their way. The paramedic from one of the ambulances after treating Michael took him away, while the second team attended to Ethan, still traumatized and softly sobbing to the other ambulance. After attending to Ethan a couple of the team attended to the driver of the car, making sure he was fit to accompany the police to answer any questions deemed necessary.

At the hospital Michael was first x-rayed to ascertain the extent of his injuries and then to surgery. One of the nurses managed to extract their names and addresses from Ethan before they sedated him and admitted him to the children’s ward.

Ethan’s mother was the first to arrive and was shown into the ward where her son was sleeping peacefully for the time being. She turned to the doctor and enquired. “How long will my son have to remain in hospital?”

“That depends on the counsellor, but I think it would be no more than a day.”

“How is Michael the other boy?”

“I don’t really know, he’s still in surgery and won’t be out for some time yet. He’s had extensive injuries to one of his right arm and leg, and also his ribs, they’re not life threating that’s all I’ve heard from the ER staff. I should imagine that he’ll be sent to intensive care after surgery for the first twenty four hours to make sure all is well, then transferred here to the children’s ward if they feel he’s out of danger.”

“Oh My God!” Mrs. Grant exclaimed, “Can I go and see Michael’s parents.”

“Not at the moment they’re in with the hospital counsellor and will stay there till Michael comes out of surgery, which will not be for quite some time. So I would leave it till tomorrow Mrs. Grant.”

“Alright doctor, now how long will it be before Ethan wakes up?”

“Well he was given quite a heavy sedation, you must realise what he saw had quite a traumatic effect on him. Actually I think you should spend the night here we have a bed next to Ethan’s for you, so when he awakens you’ll be there for him. If you want you can use the phone to ask any relations to bring whatever you require for your stay here tonight.”

“Thank you Doctor for your consideration, I’ll get my mother to bring whatever I need over here and also some things of Ethan’s.”

“You’re welcome Mrs. Grant, if there is nothing else you require I’ll continue with my duties.” Saying his goodbyes he left.

 

In the waiting room Michael’s parents sat both silently praying that there son would make a full recovery. The counsellor had spent an hour or more with Michael’s parents allaying their fears and putting their minds at rest. That their son was in a serious but not a life threatening condition, and had left, telling them if they required him for anything, they had only to press the call button, and he would be with them as soon as possible.

At first Michael’s mother had been nearly hysterical when the police had given her the news of his accident. Now that her husband was at her side holding her hand, and the assurance of the counsellor that Michael was not in any imminent danger of losing his life, she felt more composed, but was still fearful until she could see for herself that her son was out of danger.

 

The hours dragged by they phoned Mrs. Bolton’s sister to speak to their younger son Robert where they’d left him. He was full of questions about his brother, which they answered to the best of their ability which seemed to satisfy the boy. Then what seemed like an eternity, which in reality was just over four hours, the doctor walked in with a smile on his face. “Mr and Mrs Bolton.” He beamed.

“Yes.” They answered.

“You’ll be glad to hear that Michael is out of surgery and in the Intensive Care Unit. Before they could question him he continued, “Don’t be alarmed it’s just to keep a check on him. If no complications arise, he should be out of ICU and in the children’s ward later tomorrow.”

The doctor paused for a bit then continued, “Now to inform you of his injuries. Luckily the driver because of the traffic wasn’t going very fast, so Michael came out of it with fewer injuries than we at first suspected. His right arm and leg are broken, and he also has three broken ribs and a concussion. We’ve done a full scan of him and found no internal injuries. The concussion will leave him with a bit of a sore head when he wakes but he’ll have a lot more discomfort from his broken bones than his head. So now if you want I will answer any questions you have.”

Mr Bolton was the first to speak asking the doctor, “Will he make a full recovery?”

“Yes the breaks were clean and the car wasn’t travelling very fast so being young Michael should be running around in about three to four months, without any handicap.”

Both parents thanked the doctor on hearing his statement then asked if they could see their son.

He led the way out of the room and to the ICU ward where they saw Michael in plaster with all the normal array of tubes stuck into the boy, who had just emerged from surgery. This to the parents would have been frightening had not the doctor been on hand to allay their fears and explain the purpose of the various tubes. The boy was still unconscious from the anaesthetics but was expected to come around within the next hour or so. The doctor after answering a few more questions and putting the parent’s minds at ease made his excuses and left. So Mr and Mrs Bolton took seats at their son’s bedside looking furtively at each other and waited for him to regain consciousness.

 

Twenty-four hours later Ethan who’d been informed that Michael was alive and out of danger was being discharged from hospital. His mother and he were just gathering up his belongings ready to leave when Michael was wheeled into the ward. The orderlies soon had him settled in and left him in the care of the nurses. Ethan and his mother slowly walked over to Michael’s bed the boy’s eyes met, Ethan stood silently staring for a bit then asked, “How are you?”

Michael grimaced, “Not too good at least the pain killers are doing their job, but what are you and your mum doing here?”

“I Umm got shocked when I saw you hit by the car. I thought you’d been killed, and sort of broke up, so they kept me in hospital for a day now they’re sending me home.”

“Oh sheesh! Wish you were staying longer at least I’d have someone to talk to.”

“I can come and visit you if you want Michael, my mum could bring me over.”

“Would you? That would be great.”

“Michael we have to go now I’ll bring Ethan over tomorrow.”

“Okay Mrs Grant bye for now, bye Ethan.”

They left the ward and on the way out met Michael’s parents they spoke briefly then continued on their way home.

   

Ethan with his mother visited Michael on a regular basis every day for the first week, but with all of his family and relatives around Ethan had very little chance to speak to him alone. The second week Ethan’s mother thinking that there would be the normal crowd visiting Michael said she’d stay in the hospital cafeteria, he could go up on his own to visit Michael, as there would be too many people at Michael’s bedside. Ethan walked into the ward alone and was surprised to see only Michael’s mother there. Greeting Mrs Bolton he stood looking down on Michael.

“Hi Michael.”

“Don’t stand there Ethan, come and sit on the bed,” and Michael patted the bed with his good arm.

As Ethan sat on the bed Mrs Bolton asked “Did you come on your own Ethan?”

“No Mrs Bolton, my mum brought me but she went to have a cup of tea in the café, she thought that there would be too many people here seems like she got it wrong today.”

“Well they’ll all be here later when they come back from work. Meantime I think I’ll join your mother in the café for a cuppa.”

She kissed her son on the cheek and said she’d be back shortly, leaving the two boys to themselves.  

They sat silently looking at each other till reaching out his hand Michael took Ethan’s in his, “Thanks for coming every day, I couldn’t say it before too many people around but it means a lot to me.”

Ethan was shaking inside; feeling Michael’s hand in his was sending all sorts of feelings running around his body. He clasped Michael’s hand tighter then started to sniffle.

“What’s wrong Ethan?”

“Don’t know I’m feeling sort of funny inside holding your hand,”

Michael pulled his hand away.

“No, I didn’t want you to take your hand away,” Ethan said reaching over and clasping hands again, “I meant funny nice, and really happy to see that you’re getting well,” Ethan hung his head then looking into Michaels eyes said, “You don’t think I’m a sissy wanting to hold your hand do you?” 

“Nothing sissyish about it, I like holding your hand as well, I’ve been wanting to touch you for ages.”

“What d’you mean touch me for ages.”

“I umm I sort of umm,”

“Come on Michael tell me.”

“Well when you first came to the school I sort of took a liking to you when I first saw you, but you didn’t pay any attention to me. Because your size some of my friends started to call you a wanker. I didn’t want my friends to think I had feelings for you so went along with the name calling. The only other way I could find to get near you so my friends wouldn’t suspect anything was to pick on you. I know it was the wrong thing to do. I didn’t have the guts to come out openly in the first place, but I suppose my image meant a lot to me then, at least I did manage to put it right in the end.”

“You really wanted to be my friend from the beginning?”

“Yeah, but after I stopped picking on you I hardly ever got a chance to speak to you again. You were so tied up with that Johnny character, I don’t think you even knew I existed.”

“Well he was the first boy to get friendly that day and we just started going together from then.”

“Yeah fat lot of good it did me.”

“You’re jealous that I got friendly with Johnny, aren’t you.”

Michael didn’t answer he gently pulled his hand away and lay staring at his visitor.”

“Ethan reached over and clasped hands again, “Sorry didn’t mean to sound so cocky.”

“You were right I was jealous of Johnny, I used to wish it was me with you all the time.”

“Yeah well I used to, and still do stand in front of the mirror imagining that I was you, with big muscles, and all the boys thinking I’m their hero.”

“Ha, well you had better find another model to admire, this one can’t even sit up let alone stand.”

“You’ll get better Michael, I’ve always fancied you, but thought that you wouldn’t want to be friendly with a weed.”

“Ethan, I suppose now is the time to tell you what’s on my mind then I want you to go home and think about it. If you don’t come back to visit me I’ll understand.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Shush, will you let me talk and no questions afterwards, just go home and think about it.”

“Okay”

Nervously Michael started to speak, “I umm uh here goes. From the very first time I saw you like I said earlier, I wanted to get to know you and be friends with you. But being seen with a boy, that my friends thought was a total looser made me back off. Only after that day when I went home with you and we got to know each other did I realise what it was within me that drove me to do what I used to do to you. It was like a love hate thing, I wanted to be with you but my image wouldn’t let me. Since we had the truce and you’ve had the chance to make friends, I thought that I would be one of those friends but it never happened. Yeah you spoke to me only a quick hello and that was it. I used to sit in my room sometimes dreaming of being your best friend, and saving you from all sorts of dangers. Then carrying you back in my arms and you were happy to be with me. The day I got knocked down I‘d been thinking of you, and when I saw you across the road I just wanted so much to talk to you that I didn’t think, just yelled your name and ran over. What I’m saying Ethan, is I like you more than any of the other boys. I don’t care if the others aren’t my friends just as long as you are I’d be happy. I know what I’ve just said sounds kind of you know queer, but I just can’t help the way I feel about you.”

Ethan did as Michael requested, he released Michael’s hand stood up turned and left the ward. He made his way to the Cafeteria where his mother was talking to Mrs Bolton. After saying their goodbyes the two of them headed for the car park. Half way there Ethan stopped told his mother he had to go back and to wait for him at the car he wouldn’t be long. He headed back inside the hospital, and arrived back at the children’s ward to find Michael was still alone his Mother hadn’t returned from the Cafeteria.

Ethan walked over to the bed clasped Michael’s hand, “Don’t need to go home to think about it what you said, I know what I feel when I hold your hand see you tomorrow.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Yeah my mums waiting in the car park, tell you what I’ll try and get her to drop me off here after my dinner.”

“That would be brilliant if you could come back again.”

“Will do, I promise.” With a bit of difficulty Ethan extracted his hand from Michael’s who was a bit reluctant to let it go, then made his way out to the car park where his mother was waiting for him.

 

He was quiet in the car as they headed homewards not making any conversation and deep in thought.

“A penny for them.”

“Huh, what did you say?

“A penny for them, your thoughts you’ve been sitting there since we left the hospital and you haven’t uttered a single word.”

“Sorry mum, will you do me a favour after dinner.”

“You want to visit Michael again.”

“How’d you know?”     

“Didn’t take a lot of brain power when you came back the second time, and just sat in the car staring ahead like a zombie.”

“I wasn’t like a zombie I was just thinking about something.”

“Can I help in any way?”

“No, not yet mum, but will you take me back after dinner you don’t have to stay just take me to the ward, and come and pick me up at .”

“I don’t suppose it’s any use saying no, as you’ve most probably already told Michael you’ll be back later.”

“Mum can you read minds?”

“No just putting two and two together.”

“So, you’ll take me back later?”                     

“Yes, I just told you, but what about Johnny normally he comes around on a Friday evening.”

“It’s okay he’s going out with his parents tonight.”

 

  and Ethan walked into the ward to see Michael’s parents and the normal visitors around his bed. There was one extra, a young boy who looked the spitting image of Michael but on a smaller and slimmer scale, which he assumed, was his brother. Again Michael beckoned him forward and blushing Ethan went and sat on the bed where he had earlier. With the visitors around they just made small talk till Michael lifted the top bedcover to let it fall over Ethan’s hand covering it, then gently slid his hand underneath till they met. No one noticed what was happening under the bedcover as the boys continued to talk at the same time squeezing each other’s hand. At Michael’s parents and relations made ready to leave Ethan stood to one side to let them gain access to him as they wished him goodnight. Before leaving Mrs Bolton turned to Ethan and asked, “Is someone coming to take you home?”

“Yes Mrs Bolton, my mum, she’ll be here at nine.”

“Oh that’s good, see you again soon,” and she and the rest of the entourage left the ward.

As soon as they were all out of sight Ethan turned to Michael and exclaimed! “Bloody Hell! Michael, are you crazy what if they’d seen us holding hands under the bedcover.”

“I don’t really care Ethan, I’ve been longing to make friends with you for so long and now that we are it doesn’t worry me who knows about it.”

“Yeah, being friends is one thing, but being seen holding hands we’ll be made fun of by all the other kids, and I don’t think our parents would be over the moon about it either,”

“Okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again, now you’ll have to excuse me for a couple of minutes I need to pee and the nurse has to attend to me.”

“Alright I’ll wait till you’ve finished.”

Michael pressed the call button at the side of the bed and in a few moments a nurse walked into the ward to attend to him.

Ethan waited till the nurse had finished and drawn the curtains back then went over to Michael.

“That must be really embarrassing to have to have her do that for you.”

“Well I’m getting used to it now but the first time I felt so embarrassed I had a hard time pissing.”

“Yeah I would have been the same.”

“That’s the easy part the most embarrassing is when I had to use the bed pan and the nurse had to clean me afterwards. The first time I could have died, but she was really good and joked about it and we had a good laugh. So now it’s not so bad only thing is I have to lie here like a bloody mummy, till they think it’s time for me to start moving around.”

“Well the time will soon pass.”

“That’s okay for you to say, you don’t have to lie flat on your back for the whole day.”

“Yeah I know it’s a real pain meantime is there anything I can do for you Michael.”

“Yeah put your hand under the shoulder of my good arm and scratch the shoulder blade above the strapping around my chest.”

“No problem,” Ethan started to slide his hand under Michael’s body when he told him to stop.

“What’s the matter?”

“Slide your hand under my bed shirt not on top of it.”

Ethan did as he was asked and was thrilled to feel Michael’s bare skin on his hand when he passed the strapping. He reached the spot that Michael had requested and started to scratch him. As he did this he had to lean forward which brought his face much closer to Michael’s and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Is that okay where I’m scratching?”

“Anywhere is okay it feels brilliant having your hand on my skin.”

“So your back is not really itching at the moment.”

“No, but it’s nice to feel your hand on me.”

“Michael, can I ask you something?”

“I can guess what it is but all the same go ahead and ask.”

“Do you like going with boys, you know like doing things with them?”

“I don’t like all boys, I like you, and I’ve never done anything with other boys, but I have dreamt about doing it with a boy.”

“Who’s the boy you dreamt about?”

“Jeez Ethan, that’s a pretty stupid question to ask.”   

“What d’you mean stupid?”

“It’s you dumb cluck.”

“Me?

“Well who else do you think it could be Dennis the Menace?”

Ethan was silent for a short time digesting what Michael had just said; “It’s more or less time for me to go home my mum will be waiting at reception, see you tomorrow.”

“What time tomorrow?”

“In the morning,” and Ethan made his way out of the ward he was halfway to the lifts when he turned back and returned to Michael.

“You really dreamt about me?”

“All the time.” 

He took Michael’s hand and squeezed it, “You going to dream about me tonight?”

“What d’you think especially with you standing here holding my hand and giving me a stiffy.”

“Oops sorry, I’d better go now let your stiffy go down.”

“No, play with it please Ethan then I can have a really good dream.”

“What.”

“You heard Ethan, please, will you?”

Ethan unclasped their hands and slipped his hand under the bedcovers he lifted the bed shirt and his hand soon found Michael’s throbbing member. Gently he squeezed it while groans of ecstasy escaped Michael’s lips he stroked it a couple of times and suddenly Michael stiffened, his penis throbbed and erupted as his semen blasted out onto the sheets and his groin.  As he regained his senses Michael exclaimed, “Oh God Ethan that was wicked, but I need to clean up now can you do it for me there are some tissues in the bedside locker.”

“Okay, jeez you must have been saving that up for some time I hardly touched you, and you exploded.”

“I haven’t done it since before the accident, and having your hand on my penis was just too much and it exploded.”

“That’s some appendage you’ve got there it’s huge.”

“It’s not huge just average for my size.”

“Bloody Hell! If that’s average I’d hate to see what big is. What you’ve got is lots bigger than mine and it’s a lot fatter as well.”

“Well you’re a lot smaller than me but when you grow so will the rest of you.”

“Okay now you’re cleaned up and I’ve got as much off the sheets as I can I had better go my mum will be waiting for me.”

“Thanks Ethan,” Michael said as Ethan made ready to depart, “I can have some wicked dreams tonight.”

“Me to,” Ethan responded, “See you tomorrow Michael,” and he left to meet his mother his mind in a whirl still marvelling at the thought of having held Michael’s cock in his hand. He knew that at the first opportunity he got when reaching home he’d have to attend to his own feelings. At the moment his penis was erect and hard as rock, and needed the same relief that he’d given Michael.

 

The days went by with Ethan getting only a couple of chances to repeat their first moment of intimacy with Michael as he normally had someone of his family at his bedside. They did however mange to do so on a couple of occasions the second time Michael even putting his hand inside Ethan’s tracksuit bottoms and fondling him till Ethan had to stop Michael’s manipulations not wanting to eject his semen inside his underwear. The fourth week after his physiotherapy sessions and instructions on how to use his crutches the doctors decided he could go home but no school for another four weeks. Michael was thrilled to be going home although he would miss some of the staff that he’d got very friendly with. The drive home in the ambulance couldn’t end quickly enough until finally they were there and with the help of his father he made his first tentative steps outside to the front door and into the house. The spare room downstairs had been turned into a bedroom for him, so that he wouldn’t have to negotiate any stairs as there was a downstairs shower and toilet available as well. The moment he was settled in he was on the phone but was disappointed when Mrs Grant answered his call instead of Ethan. She told him that Ethan was not in but would tell him when he returned that you called. He felt a bit saddened. Ethan knew that he was coming home today, and being a Saturday there was no school so he thought that he would be at home waiting for his call. He was wondering if Ethan had gone to see Johnny and was working himself into an anxiety frenzy, thinking that now he was no longer in hospital he would have to take second place to Johnny. His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. He heard his mother’s footsteps as she went to open the front door then return to stop outside his door a gentle knock the door opening and there was Ethan. They both grinned as they saw each other, Ethan walked over to the bed and sat beside Michael who noticing that his mother had closed the door behind Ethan took his hand in his.

“So good to see you again Ethan.”

“Michael what’s wrong?”

“What d’you mean what’s wrong.”

“Michael I can tell when you’re not so good you get all emotional, I saw you last night in the hospital and only left at nine and now you’re saying so good to see you as if you hadn’t seen me in donkey’s years.” 

“Okay I phoned your home and your mum told me you were out so I though because I was out of hospital you had gone to see Johnny.”

“That was my fault, I told mum not to tell you I was coming around, I wanted to surprise you. So would someone be jealous if I was to go and visit Johnny.”

“No I wouldn’t be I’d just umm I’d, I’d, I’d go back to my old friends that’s all and you can stay with your Johnny if that’s how you feel,” he said letting go of Ethan’s hand

“Do you want me to leave then?”

“You really know how to play on a person’s feelings don’t you Ethan? You know I don’t want you to leave and yes you know I’m jealous about you and Johnny and how close you are with him.”

“So what do you want me to do give up my friendship with Johnny? That’s impossible he was the first good friend I made at school and I’ll never stop being his friend.”

“What about me then, how do you rate me?”

“I don’t make a habit of rating you or Johnny, he’s my friend the same as you are only you and I are a bit more than friendly.”

“Is that the only reason that you like me for what we did to each other while I was in hospital?”

“Michael, what’s with you, you’re acting like you want to drive me away and if you carry on like this I will go and I won’t come back.”

“Then go, see if I give a shit run off to your stinking Johnny.”

Ethan got up from Michael’s bedside grim-faced, and determined not to be forced into making choices of who he could be friendly with or not and left the room. He made his goodbyes to Michael’s family and went home.

T.B.C.

 

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This has developed into a lovely romantic story. And now you have made it interesting and more realistic by adding some tension at the end of this chapter. I look forward to reading more.

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