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Chapter Two:

Infatuation

For the next few days, Petro lay in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. Nurses, doctors, and family members visited him, but he felt restless. His strength returned slowly to his body. His mind was sharp and alert despite the painkillers they gave him. Still, certain urges crawled through his mind.

Petro tried to masturbate last night but found the effort too great. The frustration of these injuries and of no release became almost unbearable. His only source of comfort was the memory of that flamingo nurse. However, the nurse was absent for the last few days. Never had he seen such a beautiful sight, the loving look in their eyes.

“Fuck me,” Petro said as he felt his member standing on end again. Was the flamingo causing this reaction? He wanted to reach down and stroke his member, but his injuries made that almost impossible. That flamingo was adding to his discomfort while simultaneously subtracting it. He looked over to the nightstand and saw the sleeping pills the nurse left a few hours ago. Petro hated these pills because of the strange side effects they would have the morning after. He would get rest but also feel like a zombie, a disconnected feeling that disturbed him and made doing even the simplest tasks challenging.

Petro shrugged, popped the bills, drank water, and laid back down. He stared at the ceiling and drifted off into sleep. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he sat up in the hospital bed. He looked around the room, noticing the fog that seemed to be over everywhere. He thought this odd but noted something was missing.

“The pain. It’s gone,” he said, slowly getting up from the bed. He stumbled a little after placing his feet on the floor and entered the hallway. He looked around, noting the absence of staff and personnel.

“Odd, there’s normally someone around,” Petro said as a whispering came to his ears. He turned in the direction of the sound and saw a light flash, blinding him momentarily.

“Petro, come back.” Said the voice as the flamingo emerged from the light, dressed in white robes. “It is not yet time for you to cross. Come back to the living.”

“Wait, am I dead?”

“No, not yet. But this is the place between the living and the spirit realm,” the flamingo said as Petro looked back and took the flamingo's hand.

Suddenly, Petro felt himself fall back into his body. His eyes flashed open, and he tried to sit up, but the pain returned to him. He looked around the room and saw daylight filtering in from the windows before noticing someone sitting by his bedside.

“Well son, what a fine mess you landed in, heh?”

The last person Petro wanted to see right now was his father. The older bear sat in the chair, looking at him with a certain amount of disdain and smugness that communicated superior authority.

“It’s nice to see you too father. Right to business as usual. If you have come to gloat, then you can leave now,” Petro said as his father smirked.

“I’m not going anywhere. I paid for this hospital and will see my investment returned in full.” The older bear said.

“So that’s it? Am I only a mere investment to you? A being of conscious thought degraded down to nothing more than a number. How sad, father, that you think so little of me. I don’t need your money,” Petro said as his father laughed.

“Ha! Without my money, you would be dead right now. Be grateful…”

“Grateful?! I would have preferred to die than see you again! If it wasn’t for my mother and my younger brother, I would not have visited at all. You are a selfish old man only looking out for himself,” Petro said as the heart monitor beeped.

Petro looked over and saw that his heart rate was over 120. He needed to calm down, but his anger rose higher. “I understand you didn’t want me to fight in the war. I get that, father, but I am proud to serve our country. Our people are dying because some dictator thinks it’s funny to hurt people.”

“You don’t understand your position in our house. You are an heir to the household, and as such, you have responsibilities. You will not fight in this war again, or I will cut you off from the rest of the family. Is that clear?” The bear said.

“No. Go ahead and cut me off. I am going to keep fighting for a better future. Even if you are too cowardly to do it yourself,” Petro said as the older bear raised his cane.

“What is going on here?” Said a familiar voice from the door.

Petro saw the flamingo, Arlie, standing there looking confused.

“Nothing, I have to go.” The older bear said as he walked past Arlie, who eyed him before turning to Petro.

“What was all that about?” Arlie asked as he began checking Petro’s vitals.

“My father disapproves of me fighting in the Ukraine War against Russia. He says it’s a waste of time for someone like me,” Petro said as Arlie nodded.

“It is understandable. Perhaps he doesn’t want to lose his son,” Arlie said as he checked the IV bag.

“Perhaps, but I suspect it deals with me being the oldest child who is responsible for protecting the household,” Petro said as he smelled the light cologne floating off Arlie. His member twitched and thought, “No, not now!”

“All right, you look good. We are going to start some physical therapy today. After all, you have been here almost a month, and all your vitals look good. Let me get you a wheelchair,” Arlie said as he left the room. Petro’s member was almost erect as he grunted.

“Damn this libido,” Petro said as he slowly sat up from the mattress. The pain in his chest made it evident that his wounds, while on the mend, were not fully healed. As he swung slowly to the edge of the bed, Petro covered his waist with his blanket.

Arlie returned with the wheelchair, gasped, and rushed over to Petro. “Mr. Myron, let me help you.”

“It’s okay. I’m…argh,” Petro grunted out as pain ripped through him. “On second thought, perhaps I do need some help.”

“Come on, give me your arm,” Arlie said as Petro extended his arm. Petro was surprised by Arlie’s strength as the flamingo lifted him without much effort. Slowly, Petro sat down in the wheelchair while enduring some pain.

“You know, for one so graceful, I never expected to find such strength,” Petro said as Arlie smiled.

“That’s what you get for assuming things,” Arlie said as he pushed Petro out of the room and down the hall. They entered an elevator as Arlie pressed the second-floor button.

Petro observed the current floor and took a mental note of four. The elevator doors closed, and Petro cursed under his breath. The smell of testosterone filled the elevator, making Petro nervous. He wished to go elsewhere, so long as it was not here.

Suddenly, Petro heard a low whisper in his ear. “Do not be embarrassed, and I understand the circumstances. It is a difficult time for you. If I’m being truly honest, I like your scent.”

Petro was in shock. Did he hear that right? “You do?”

“Yup. However, I first must heal your injuries lest we risk reopening wounds,” Arlie said as confusion wrapped Petro’s brain.

“Wait! How are you going to heal my wounds faster than this hospital?” Petro said as Arlie smiled.

“You will see.”

They made it to the second floor, the elevator opening its doors to permit them. However, the most bizarre thing happened. The floor was white, devoid of all detail except a small table and a chair. Petro could not find a single window.

“Wh-…What is this place?” Petro said as Arlie smiled.

“This is the center for all magic in the universe. If you have ever wondered what holds the universe together, this is it. Science is close to discovering this, but they still have a century to scrape the surface barely,” Arlie said as Petro looked around skeptically.

“Come on, you can’t expect me to believe in magic. That stuff is for fairytales and little kids,” Petro said as Arlie’s smile continued.

“If it is not real, then please pinch yourself,” Arlie said as Petro hesitated before pinching himself hard.

“Ouch! Okay, so this place might be real. Science has proven alternative dimensions, but it does not mean it’s magic,” Petro said as Arlie stopped him at the table.

“Science, magic, mana, powers. What are these things but the mere building blocks that make them what they are? Does ignorance of these forces mean they stop working?” Arlie asks.

“Well, no. A bird, for example, would be ignorant of these forces and yet still use them daily,” Petro said as Arlie smiled warmly.

“Precisely! All across the universe, especially on Earth, people are unaware of their influence on the universe's building blocks and vice versa. Magic is simply a term for intentionally applying the potential energy within the living universe,”

“So, can this potential energy heal me? Why can’t everyone use it to heal or solve other problems?” Petro asked, looking at the oak table in front of him.

“Yes, it can heal you. However, there is a limit to what it can offer without upsetting the universe's natural order. The asteroid 65 million years ago is a prime example of a balance disruption in the universe. Thankfully, that disruption was small.”

“You call the asteroid colliding with the Earth small?” Petro said, resting his hand on his forehead. “So, wait? If you heal me, what will happen to the universe?”

“Nothing because the last use was over 65 million years ago, and the energy has had time to build up excess, which must be siphoned off,” Arlie said as he took a seat.

“What happens if the energy is not released?” Petro asked, looking a little anxious at this prospect.

“The energy will eventually explode, creating another universe that will crush this one and everything in it. Or so we are told by the ancestors,” Arlie said as Petro’s anxiety grew.

“Oh, shit! Well, why did you choose me? Out of all the people who need help, why me?” Petro asked as Arlie’s smile faded a little.

“It’s because I have seen you in my dreams before I even met you. Something about you is key to aiding the universe, but I also fell in love with you. I dug deeper into your past and was shocked to find that your family are the gatekeepers to heaven,” Arlie said as Petro looked mortified.

“So that’s what my father meant by family responsibilities. He knew this from the very beginning and never once told me,” Petro thought to himself.

“Anyway, let’s get you healed,” Arlie said as Petro looked up.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yes, now let your mind relax, stay silent, and keep still. This will take a few minutes,” Arlie said as he held his hands over the oak table.

Suddenly, the room darkens as stars, galaxies, nebulas, and other space phenomena race through the room, passing through Petro and Arlie. Soon, pink mist pours out of the oak table as Arlie speaks, “By the power of the universe, I wish this bear, Petro Myron, healed of his wounds and restored to perfect health.”

Instantly, the pink mists envelop Petro, who feels nothing but warmth and vitality return to his body. The pain subsides as the mist lifts him from the wheelchair, floating him above the ground. Through the mist, the flamingo emerges completely naked, embracing Petro with a passionate kiss, pressing together their bodies hard.

The flamingo strokes Petro’s full length of uncut meat as he grunts, closing his eyes tight, roaring out his ever-elusive climax, pooling on the floor below him. He barely has time to kiss Arlie before passing out from the overstimulation. After that, he remembered no more.