Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2012 12:49:53 +0000
From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com>
Subject: Accidents will Happen - Chapter 11

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Accidents will Happen

Chapter 11

Dylan decided he wanted to spend some more time playing Singstar so as he
blared out song after song Jane Henderson came and sat next to me.

"So you worked on Jeff?" she asked.

"Yes I did Jane; I was one of the Crash Team doctors that are part of the
ER group.  I hadn't been at the hospital too long when the call came in
that there was a Paramedic team en-route with a gun shot wound. I have to
say I was very scared about the situation it was my first real major injury
case." I replied talking as softly as I could making sure Dylan couldn't
hear.

"How bad was he when he arrived?" She asked

"Well when he arrived he had lost a lot of blood and to be honest the
Paramedics did a fantastic job keeping him alive long enough to get him to
the ER."

Jane's head dropped as she looked at the floor.  She took a deep breath and
raised her head looking me in the eye.

"Please go on Dan, nobody has really told me what happened at the
hospital."

"Well Jane, it's not really a nice thing to talk about." I said almost
pleading with her not go further.

"No, I know Dan but I need to know for me and my closure."


"Ok, well from what I remember he'd crashed twice in the ambulance on the
way to us and by the time he arrived he was in a very bad way. He'd lost so
much blood and he had a very large entry wound in his Abdomen and his
internal wounds were quite horrific.  You see a shotgun spreads out unlike
a traditional bullet that creates a small entry wound and generally,
depending on the bullet used, a larger exit wound.  A shotgun just blasts
small pellets out and if it's at close range it's a real mess and usually
lethal."  I explained

"What happened when he arrived?" Jane persisted

"Well we followed the normal procedure, got him onto our table, the nurses
started cutting off his clothes and we attached him to monitors and put
lines of fluid in to try and keep his blood pressure up. We got blood down
from the bank and connected him to that too.  The ER Director was in charge
and he examined the wound to see what damage had been done and we had the
surgeons down to see if they could help patch him up there and then.  They
worked on him for 2 hours but he was just too badly injured, they couldn't
stop the bleeding as his organs had been lacerated in so many places that
they couldn't fix them quick enough. His heart stopped 4 times whilst they
were operating and on the 4th occasion they couldn't get it going again."

Jane had been listening intently as I'd described in as little detail as I
could what had happened.  The scene had been traumatic for all and I didn't
see the point of getting in to the gory details if I could avoid them.

"Thank you Dan, you don't know how much it means to hear it explained.  Was
he in pain, I mean did he suffer at all?" Jane asked almost afraid of the
answer.

"Not at all Jane, after the gun shot the body would have gone in to shock
very quickly and he would have lost consciousness almost immediately.  The
body generally deals well in extreme situations particularly when it comes
to traumatic injuries and pain.  The only exception usually being burns
because of the nerve endings."  I said trying to reassure her.

"Good I couldn't bear it if he had suffered." She said.

Jane was quiet for a minute or so and then almost immediately snapped out
of her thought induced silence.

"Come on Dylan" she said her voice full of energy, "Don't hog this thing
all night"

Dylan turned to me and gave me a quick wink as Jane took the other
microphone and began to duet "Simply the Best" by Tina Turner with Dylan.

I took a long deep breath as I sat back, wine glass in hand and tried to
get the image of that fateful night out of my head.  I decided that another
long swig of wine would do the trick and I drained my glass.

Finishing the glass of wine reminded me I really needed to pee.  The tight
jeans I was wearing may have looked sexy but they played havoc with my
bladder.  I headed off down the hall to and went in to the bathroom.  I
turned on the light, shut the door, locked it and lifted up the seat to the
pan.  I stood there listening to my stream hit the water thinking at how
bizarre the last twenty four hours had been.  I'd had a terrible night at
work, and then I'd met the cutest kid after he'd fallen off his bike
outside my house and then we'd ended up having sex.  On top of that I get
invited over to his house to find out that I'd been on the team who had
tried to save his father several months earlier.  I wondered to myself what
hand fate might deal me next.

I buttoned up my jeans and went to wash my hands.  Over the basin was a
long mirror and I looked at myself.  I looked tired; the last 24 hours had
taken its toll.  I dried my hands on the little blue hand towel hanging by
the basin and unlocked the door.  As I opened Dylan rushed in and closed
the door quickly and quietly behind him.

"Oh my God Doc I've wanted to do this all night" He said with that same
husky desire in his voice that I had heard earlier.

Dylan grabbed my shirt and pulled me to him, pressing his lips against mine
and driving his tongue into my mouth.  The danger of the situation turned
me on our tongues now wrestling in a passionate and energetic kiss.  Dylan
pushed in to me and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my own hard
and throbbing cock. I slid my hand down between us and grabbed the outline
of his cock and squeezed, gently massaging his cock through his jeans.
Dylan moaned, the noise echoing and vibrating through our mouths. I pulled
away.

"Dylan, not now, your Mom ..?" I said quickly reminded of where I was by
the noise of her clattering in the kitchen.

Dylan looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes now full of burning desire.
I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too, desperately.

"I know but you're staying over so when you've gone to bed I'm going to
sneak in and pounce on you but you're not going to know when" said Dylan
quietly in to my ear his voice full of lust.

I kissed him once more, deeply and passionately.

"Can't wait you sexy little fucker." I said in his ear before giving it a
little bite and leaving the bathroom.

I walked to the kitchen where Jane was in the process of making coffee.

"Did you see Dylan?" she asked.

"Yeah he barged past me as I came out of the bathroom" I replied not
technically lying to her but also not being totally truthful.  "He looked
like he was in desperate need of a pee."

"That kid's a nightmare always has been" she said.  "He has no control over
his bladder; as soon as he feels he needs to pee he has to do it there and
then. It was terrible when he was younger, he just couldn't hold it I
always carried around a spare pair of underwear and pants for him."

I laughed as Dylan entered the kitchen.

"What you guys laughing about?" he asked.

"Oh your Mom was just telling me about how you used to wet your pants a lot
as a kid."  I said chuckling.

"Oh my God MOM, you're so embarrassing. I can't believe you told Dan about
that."  Dylan said looking totally mortified his face flushing bright red.

"Oh Dylan, don't be so melodramatic you were only 7 or 8 at the time." Jane
said light heartedly.

"Still Mom it's not something I want spread around to any old person that
will listen." He replied suddenly realizing what he'd said.

"Well I didn't realize Dan was any old person" Jane replied putting Dylan
on the spot and making him squirm.

"Well, no, but, er, erm, he's not, but you know, I erm..." Dylan mumbled
struggling to deal with what he'd said and struggling more to get himself
out of the situation.

"It's ok Dylan, I knew what you meant" I said warmly rescuing him from his
self induced hole.

Jane looked at me smiling as if my rescuing Dylan had somehow confirmed
something to her.

"Would you like some coffee Dan?" she asked.

"I'd love some tea if you have it?" I replied.

"Doc, you know I don't think you're just some old somebody don't you?"
Dylan said quietly with an anxious look on his face.

"Oh Dylan, of course I do" I said walking over to him and putting my arm
around him and squeezing him gently.  Dylan smiled weakly still obviously
worried about what he's said.

"It's fine sexy" I whispered quietly in his ear as his Mom turned around to
grab cups from the cupboard. "I know you didn't mean anything by it."

Dylan smiled more convincingly this time as I reinforced my message by
giving his ass a quick covert squeeze.

"Thanks Doc, you'll never be just someone to me" he said quietly looking
into my eyes smiling.