Before Cheryl left on Wednesday, she sat with me for a minute. We sat on the edge of the bed, very close to each other. She took my hand and put it in hers. I looked at her and smiled.
“You’ve been behaving. Are you feeling okay?” She teased me. I blinked.
“Spike, I know you have been hurt deeply. We are trying to help, and Laura is half crazy. You like me a lot, don’t you?” I blinked rapidly.
“Spike, the other day. After the fiasco in the AV room. Did you realize I look a lot like Laura when you and she were younger?” I closed my eyes and turned away.
“You still hurt. Don’t you?” I nodded.
“Spike, if I sat here next to you without my clothes on, would you fondle me?” I looked at Cheryl and moved away from her.
“I thought not. You don’t love me, but you respect me. Not as a nurse, but as a lady, right?” I blinked rapidly.
“Spike, did you and Laura have sex before you were married?”
I looked at Cheryl, right in her eyes. “No.” Cheryl nodded.
“I am very fond of you, Spike. I admire who is in that empty shell. There is a man filled with hurt but wants to be filled with love. Would you try to trust Laura again? If I asked you to?”
“I, I -,” I could say no more.
“Damn, she did a number on you. I’m so sorry. I admire the fact that you won’t lie to me. You don’t know how to. That’s another pain, I think.” I nodded.
The doctor came in. I didn’t move. He stood there reviewing what was in front of him.
“Does he love you?”
“No. He is so in love with Laura that he can’t love anyone else, sir. He didn’t touch her before they were married. He did everything he could to be a gentleman and love his woman.
She committed, in Spike’s mind, the most egregious, hateful action. Much worse than mortal sin to a religious person. Spike is not religious. But he is damaged. Can it be fixed? I don’t know, sir.” Cheryl got off the bed.
“Miss Nations, it’s obvious you have found a way to communicate with him. Will you tell me what he has said, or whatever?” The doc was getting very stern.
“No, sir. It may cost me the job, but I swore to Spike that I would not betray him. He has had enough betrayal; I will not add to it.”
“I can have you fired.” Cheryl turned to me. I took her hand.
“Fuck you,” I said to the doctor. It was all I said, and I sat on the bed.
“This is a very perturbing situation. Miss Nations, I demand that you keep this conversation between us.” His voice was very strong.
“I won’t betray Spike. That would damage him more than your audiovisual photos of the life he lost when his wife betrayed him.”
“Watch your tongue, young lady.” He warned her.
“No. I’m worried about my patient’s mental state. Your rules and regulations can go to hell if it’s going to cost this man his mind.” Cheryl was standing very close to the doctor.
“I understand your concern. Just don’t get too emotionally involved, young lady.
“I’ll do whatever it takes for my patient. I don’t give a damn about the cost to me.”
The doctor left. Cheryl turned to me and kissed my cheek.
“That wasn’t sexual, that was my vow to you, Spike.” I smiled, and Cheryl left.
Why, Laura? Why? I thought about crying, but realized that would be what she wanted. She loves destroying me one small bit at a time. I guess six inches at a time.
On Wednesday, we had light rain. Cheryl wheeled me to the entrance of the garden so I could watch. Right on time. The cocksucker arrived. I hope one day, he gets what he deserves. If I could only get outta here.
Hmm, he stayed a little longer today. I guess her phone fucked Laura since she didn’t show up.
Cheryl took me to my room before she left.
“Are you okay?” She put her hand on mine.
“Yes. Thank you.” I said. She smiled and patted my hand.
She came back later with my dinner.
“Remember, I’m off tomorrow. Please don’t give Velma a hard time. For me, Spike.”
“For you,” I said.
Thursday morning, the demon nurse brought my tray. I just stared and listened to her bark, ‘Eat.’
I promised Cheryl, so I ate my breakfast as much as I could stand. I straightened my bed after breakfast, then got back in bed.
“I guess you want to go vegetate in the garden.” She brought over my wheelchair. She wheeled me out like we were in the Indy 500. She did put me in the perfect spot. She locked my wheels, then left. She doesn’t pay much attention to her wards. That’s nice.
A few hours later, the demon nurse returned. I was standing in the flower bed. That got her.
“Gimme those. Why are you standing in the flower bed, idiot? Here, I’m putting clean ones on you, and keep them clean. You’re no landscaper.” We did the reverse Indy 500 back to my room.
Venom, I mean Velma, brought my evening tray. Nothing was moving, so I tried some of it. I wonder what that pork chop did to him? I sawed through it and almost cleaned my plate. Venom was surprised. Even said I did good. Oh, boy. A star on my ducky on the pinboard.
When she left. I got undressed and showered. I put on a clean pair of hospital pajamas and got into bed. Two showers in one day. Damn, call me Joe Clean. I fell into a deep sleep.
The next day was quiet. Cheryl brought in my breakfast. She told me Velma was upset about you standing in the flower bed.
“Spike, why did you stand in the flower bed? Velma got a little pissed about that.” Cheryl had a half-grin on her face. I just shook my head.
After breakfast, Cheryl gave me my sponge bath. When she washed my cock, it was a little larger than before. She looked at me, her cheeks flushed.
“Spike, be a good boy. Are you telling me you wish you were younger?” I nodded.
“You’re an amazing man. You would have to divorce Laura and ask my folks first, correct?” I blushed and blinked vigorously.
“But you know -,” I put my hand on her.
“Cheryl, you are very special to me. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I winked at her.
“In a way, we do love each other, Spike.” I blinked my eyes.
“I want you to get better, but I don’t want you to leave. When they release you, will you come to visit me?” I nodded as if I was going to shake my head off my shoulders.
After lunch, when she took me outside, she looked at the flower bed. Yep, there were two number eleven size footprints in the dirt. Cheryl turned to me and gave me the ‘bad boy’ sliding finger admonition.
It was a beautiful day. More beautiful than any since I’ve been in this mental prison.
I am in love with Cheryl in a way. God, she reminds me so much of Laura when we were going together. It’s funny, before we were married, Laura never touched my cock, and here, Cheryl has been washing it almost every day.
As small a hard-on as it was, it was more than I had had since Laura fucked Rick. I’ve gone to bars and have had an opportunity or two, but I could not do to Laura what she did to me.
Saturday morning, Cheryl came flying into my room. She looked as though she had seen a head-on crash.
“Are you all right?” I nodded.
“Oh, thank God. Spike, I told Laura and the doctor that I want to tell you what happened. They know we have a good relationship. I think in your eyes, the doctor is way too clinical, and Laura, well, there’s no trust.” I nodded my head.
They found Rick’s body in his home. He was stabbed once in the back. The knife went straight through his heart. I don’t know if the cop will question you or not.” Cheryl dropped her head on the bed by my legs and sobbed.
I put my hand on her head for comfort. The doctor came in. I didn’t move my hand.
“Spike, I don’t know what to say. I have to tell you, your wife is just short of hysterical. I’ve put her in a room, admitted her, and sedated her.” I just looked at the doctor.
Cheryl picked her head from the bed. She looked at me through swollen, red eyes, filled with tears.
“Spike,” her words were staggered, “Laura is begging to see you.” I put my hand on Cheryl’s cheek. I blinked.
“He said ‘yes’. I’m not leaving him. I don’t give a good god damn if you fire me, but I will not leave this injured man alone with the woman that damn near killed him emotionally.” Cheryl was not to be dealt with at the time.
The doctor brought Laura in. It was obvious she had been crying. Her swollen eyes, the red cheeks, the tears still streaming down her face from the loss of her cock.
She wanted him for his cock, and she wanted me for the cover in case he knocked her up.
She approached the bed, still sobbing and crying.
“Oh, God, Spike. It was horrible. They wanted me to identify the body, but I said I wouldn’t.
“God, Spike. It’s so horrible.” She tried to hold me, but I pushed her away.
Laura looked at me, astounded as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I stared at Laura.
“His cock. Not mine. Whore.” I continued to stare at her.
“Leave him alone. Mrs. Larkin, can’t you see the hell you have put him through?” Cheryl stood between Laura and me.
Laura collapsed on the floor. She was wailing, screaming for Spike to forgive her. The doctor came in with a male nurse. They got her up far enough to put a wheelchair under her. The wheeled her out of the room.
Cheryl sat next to me on the bed. “I should not have let her in, Spike. I’m sorry.” Tears were still trickling down her cheeks.
I looked at her, shook my head. I handed her a tissue.
“You would wipe my tears, right?” I nodded twice.
She smiled and put her hand on mine.
To be continued
