{"sf1_id":1524938,"sf2_id":"rn6WBNG1","title":"Chapter 10: The Pain and having to heal","author":"Ginsenshi","words":518,"posted_at":"2019-12-21T16:13:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Medical Procedures","roma"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524938-chapter-10-the-pain-and-having-to-heal","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6WBNG1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f5/27/f5278eed-006e-42c1-abdb-22dbcf96aa28","description":"#10 of Roen Olver Series\n\nRoe wakes in the hospital, and finds out the extent of his injuries.","content":"Chapter 10: The\u0026nbsp; Pain \u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; having\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; heal\n\nIt\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; a few\u0026nbsp; days\u0026nbsp; later\u0026nbsp; when\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; felt\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; warm\u0026nbsp; wet\u0026nbsp; lick across my hand, and\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; fur\u0026nbsp; something\u0026nbsp; nudging at\u0026nbsp; my hand\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; hanging\u0026nbsp; off the\u0026nbsp; bed. The\u0026nbsp; soft\u0026nbsp; beeping\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; medical\u0026nbsp; machines\u0026nbsp; beeped\u0026nbsp; ever\u0026nbsp; louder.\u0026nbsp; The\u0026nbsp; noon\u0026nbsp; news was\u0026nbsp; playing\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; room\u0026nbsp; down the hall, , nurses' rubber \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; souls, \u0026nbsp; where\u0026nbsp; squeaking\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; the \u0026nbsp; tile of the hallwayarea\n\nI\u0026nbsp; could\u0026nbsp; feel sticky pads on my\u0026nbsp; chest, and\u0026nbsp; heard\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; beeping\u0026nbsp; of a\u0026nbsp; machine, a heart \u0026nbsp; monitoring machine, I didn't\u0026nbsp; half way\u0026nbsp; watch reruns\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; ER for nothing,\u0026nbsp; to know\u0026nbsp; that.\n\nA soft\u0026nbsp; knock\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; at the\u0026nbsp; door and\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; opening..\n\n\"Hi there Mr. oliver, I see that\u0026nbsp; you're awake, is\u0026nbsp; your\u0026nbsp; friend\u0026nbsp; here\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; bite me , if\u0026nbsp; I get\u0026nbsp; closer to\u0026nbsp; you?\" Asked\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; person , who\u0026nbsp; didn't\u0026nbsp; introduce themself\u0026nbsp; to me with a\u0026nbsp; name\u0026nbsp; or\u0026nbsp; anything.\n\nI didn't give\u0026nbsp; them\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; dignity of answering.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well\u0026nbsp; okay then, let's\u0026nbsp; see, Bp\u0026nbsp; looks\u0026nbsp; good,\n\n\u0026nbsp; A other\u0026nbsp; knock\u0026nbsp; sounded\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; door, Connor\u0026nbsp; jumping\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; tail wagging, his\u0026nbsp; tail banging\u0026nbsp; against\u0026nbsp; the \u0026nbsp; Metal\u0026nbsp; frame\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; bed. soon\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; door\u0026nbsp; opened n\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; came\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; parents,, my\u0026nbsp; mom\u0026nbsp; already\u0026nbsp; crying\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; she\u0026nbsp; hugged\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; almost\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; death.\u0026nbsp;\n\n:Oh\u0026nbsp; Roe, I\u0026nbsp; can't believe\u0026nbsp; what\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; boy\u0026nbsp; did\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; you,.\" She\u0026nbsp; said , still\u0026nbsp; hugging me, her grip loosing\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; a bit.\u0026nbsp;\n\nby\u0026nbsp; this\u0026nbsp; point I was\u0026nbsp; sitting\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; bed, with\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; about\u0026nbsp; in the\u0026nbsp; bed\u0026nbsp; with me\u0026nbsp; \"Connor,\u0026nbsp; I'm\u0026nbsp; fine, get\u0026nbsp; off the\u0026nbsp; bed.\" I\u0026nbsp; tried\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; command\u0026nbsp; him, with\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; not paying \u0026nbsp; attention to\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; commands as\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; licked\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; for the 100th time\u0026nbsp; since\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; woke\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; him licking my hand.\n\nOnce\u0026nbsp; more\u0026nbsp; there\u0026nbsp; was a\u0026nbsp; knock at the\u0026nbsp; door,\u0026nbsp; as I heard\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; shy\u0026nbsp; hello\u0026nbsp; com\u0026nbsp; from\u0026nbsp; behind\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; closed\u0026nbsp; door.\n\n\"It's\u0026nbsp; fine\u0026nbsp; you\u0026nbsp; can\u0026nbsp; come\u0026nbsp; in dear.\" Mom\u0026nbsp; said\u0026nbsp; to the\u0026nbsp; person\u0026nbsp; behind the\u0026nbsp; closed\u0026nbsp; door. The door\u0026nbsp; opened\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; ran\u0026nbsp; off\u0026nbsp; to greeet\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; incoming\u0026nbsp; person. I heard\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; jump\u0026nbsp; on the\u0026nbsp; person\u0026nbsp; with \u0026nbsp; Very\u0026nbsp; happy lickson the\u0026nbsp; face.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Then\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; being\u0026nbsp; pushed\u0026nbsp; off and the\u0026nbsp; person\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; closer\u0026nbsp; to my\u0026nbsp; bed\u0026nbsp; side.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could smell\u0026nbsp; a familiar\u0026nbsp; cologne. It was\u0026nbsp; Alex I\u0026nbsp; would\u0026nbsp; know\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; smell\u0026nbsp; anywhere.\u0026nbsp; Then\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; felt\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; arms\u0026nbsp; around\u0026nbsp; me, hugging\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; dear life, for\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; life\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; mine at\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; same\u0026nbsp; time. I heard\u0026nbsp; mom\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; dad\u0026nbsp; aww at us\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; blushed\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; contact but\u0026nbsp; didn't\u0026nbsp; pull away from it,\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; hugging\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; harder.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis\u0026nbsp; hug was\u0026nbsp; released\u0026nbsp; but\u0026nbsp; not\u0026nbsp; before\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; kissed\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; on the\u0026nbsp; cheek. Once more\u0026nbsp; I blushed..\n\n\"Glad\u0026nbsp; to see you\u0026nbsp; conscious, hun.\" Alex said to me.\n\nI was\u0026nbsp; lost \u0026nbsp; for words\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; what to\u0026nbsp; say, to\u0026nbsp; this\u0026nbsp; guy\u0026nbsp; who my\u0026nbsp; family\u0026nbsp; had\u0026nbsp; so far\u0026nbsp; embraced\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; their own. As\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; family\u0026nbsp; had\u0026nbsp; done\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; same\u0026nbsp; for me. I\u0026nbsp; sighed\u0026nbsp; in \u0026nbsp;\n\ncontentment\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I settled\u0026nbsp; back in\u0026nbsp; bed\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; listen\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; Alex and\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; parents\u0026nbsp; talk for a\u0026nbsp; bit.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Roen Olver  the  teen years","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524933-chapter-9-a-slice-of-school-life-with-troubling-a-disappearance.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524942-chapter-11-the-ugly-chimera-and-the-pack-of-wolves.json"}}