Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 14:00:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Marine Home On Leave Chapter 51

Warning! This story is sexually explicit, if you are not of legal age to
read such or are offended by this type of erotic writing do not read any
further. This part of the story will be about the Marine, Ronny's
rehabilitation. Part II of the story may sound familiar to some readers as
I wrote an earlier story about a care giver.

To contact the author cut and paste making appropriate corrections and
E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Marine Home on
Leave.

Marine Home on Leave

By Randall Rumper

Part II
Ronny's Caregiver

Chapter 51: Comforting and Supporting

A weary Mrs. Driver had returned home after a busy morning comforting and
supporting Jason during the aftermath of his ordeal at the coffee shop off
the Interstate. She truly needed sleep, instead she was in the kitchen
preparing a big hero's breakfast in anticipation of Jason's arrival. She'd
tried a couple times to call Jason by way of his cell phone, but got no
response. After a couple calls she was becoming curious about what was
taking him so long.

She thought to herself Jason should have been just a few minutes behind
her; however, she dismissed her worry thinking to herself maybe Jason
stopped for gas and got tied up in a conversation, maybe he had been
followed by news media or he got tied up in morning commute traffic. She
tried a couple more times to call him on his cell in between fixing
breakfast. Again, no responses, it would roll over to his voicemail. Mother
Driver decided to wake Ronny up.

When she returned to the kitchen Ronny's father was there filling his
brushed stainless steel liter travel mug full to the brim with coffee.

He gave his wife a peck on the cheek saying, "I got a tow this morning out
on the Interstate. Multi vehicle pileup."

"Well, have a bite to eat before you get going."

"No thanks coffee is all I need," Mr. Driver said downing a gulp of his
coffee, "Oh my, what's this?" Mr. Driver asked opening the box smelling of
pastries. He fetched one of the fresh glazed doughnuts from the box,
polishing it off in three bites. He licked his fingers and then washed the
last bite down with a slug of coffee.

"I know where these doughnuts came from. The Korean guy's doughnut shop out
off the Interstate," Mr. Driver said, "Did you go all the way out there
just for these this morning, hon?"

"Not really, they were free after I met Jason out there."

"What happened that you had to meet Jason?"

"I'll explain everything when you get back. Now get going."

"Okay, I'm out of here," Mr. Driver said as he walked out the backdoor with
his electric insulated coffee mug in one hand and box of doughnuts in the
other.

After her husband departed Mrs. Driver was becoming more concerned about
where Jason might be. Maybe he got caught up in the traffic jam from the
big accident on the freeway and stopped to help out. That would be like
Jason to stop, rendering aid and assistance she thought.

Mother Driver put the batter in the Belgian waffle maker, scooped up a
large helping of scrambled eggs with cheese, mushrooms and onions and then
put a big piece of ham on the plate before yelling, "Get moving in there
everything is ready except the waffle."

After yelling at her son she finished preparing the plate. Ronny appeared
in the kitchen exclaiming, "Oh boy! Everything smells great, mom."

The Marine seated himself at the table where he downed a tall glass of OJ
along with his daily dose of morning pills.

His mom sat the plate of food on the table saying, "Waffle will be up in a
minute, honey, and Jason should be here shortly for breakfast."

"Great," Ronny replied with a big smile, "I owe him so much, mom."

Ronny's eyes seemed to sparkle after his mom made the announcement that
Jason would be joining them for breakfast. The Marine went on telling his
mother how he thought Jason was going to make an excellent doctor once he
completed med school. Mrs. Driver noticed that Ronny seemed to get
energized any time he was around Jason or talked about him. Almost like the
old Ronny when Gary was around before her son deployed to Afghanistan.

After the conversation with Jason a few hours before Mother Driver was now
pondering about her oldest son. She wondered about Ronny's sexuality. Had
something transpired between the two boys during those days when they were
alone together?

Suddenly, Mrs. Driver's cell phone went off.

"Hello."

The voice on the other end was Mr. Driver, "Honey, don't wait for Jason
he's not going to be there. They just life-flighted him out to the level
one trauma center at Allenville. He was involved in this crash out here on
the Interstate. He's in pretty bad shape. I'll let you know if I hear
anything more on his condition," and with that Mr. Driver hung up.

Mrs. Driver slumped into the chair across the table from her son and began
weeping.

"Mom! Mom what's wrong?" Ronny questioned looking at his mom sitting across
from him pale with a pained look to her face, "Mom, is it dad?" Ronny said
as he moved around to comfort her, "Is dad okay?"

"No son, it's Jason."

"What's up?" Ronny questioned.

"He's been in a terrible accident this morning on his motorcycle out on the
Interstate. They airlifted him to the trauma center in Allenville."

"Wow!" was all Ronny could say as he hugged his mother.

"You going to be okay, honey?"

"The question is, are you going to be okay, mom."

"Honey, I've got to get over to Jason's mom's house she'll need some
comfort and support when she hears about this."

"Let me get dressed and drive you over."

With that said the two went about their business in silence, preparing to
go to Jason mom's house. After Mrs. Driver brushed her hair she grabbed her
purse and headed out the door. Ronny dressed and followed her shortly
making sure everything was turned off before locking the back door.

Ronny was in a state of shock and hoped the bombshell that had been dropped
wouldn't impair his driving, but he felt better him driving than his
mother. She was an emotional wreck. Plus, she was sleep deprived from being
up all night, something Ronny still didn't know much about.

The car phone in the big Lincoln went off. Ronny responded, "Hello,"
speaking into the hands free speaker.

"This is dad."

"Yeah dad how bad, how bad is Jason hurt?" Ronny asked his eyes beginning
to tear up.

"Bad, buddy. It was a bad one. Five vehicles involved, including Jason on
his bike. He was thrown off his bike; however, he was alive when the
helicopter took off. Have you gotten to Jason's house yet?"

There was a pause before an emotional Ronny spoke again, "We're just about
there."

Once he parked the car in front of Jason's mom's house he helped his mother
from the back seat of the vehicle and they walked towards the door. Ronny
rang the doorbell and Jason's mom answered. Jason's mom was crying; she'd
been notified. The two women embraced, hugging and holding each other like
distraught women do. Ronny suggested that he drive them to the hospital and
they needed to get going.

Once outside, Ronny opened the back doors assisting both women into the
back seat of the Lincoln Town Car. Once all were seated and buckled up
Ronny began driving towards the trauma center at Allenville. They all rode
in silence the women holding each other for comfort; there was no talking
nor was the radio playing inside of the spacious Town Car. The silence was
eerie.

After the long drive Ronny pulled the big Lincoln up to the main entrance
at the hospital. He quickly noticed camera crews from a couple of the local
area television stations milling about. Not wanting to give the camera
crews a chance to rush his mother or Jason's mother he began looking for a
closer entrance to let the women out.

Ronny decided to take the women around to the emergency entrance. Once he
got around there he noticed that there was a disabled parking spot, so he
quickly pulled in parking the car and putting his disabled placard on the
dash. Once the car was parked he assisted the two women out and escorted
them into the ER. He was lucky to have spotted the disabled spot.

Once inside Ronny approached the desk asking about where to find Jason,
explaining that he had been life flighted to the hospital earlier in the
day. The lady at the desk made a phone call and within a couple minutes a
lady approached the desks saying that she was the hospital social services
person.

Ronny led the woman over to where the two women were seated. She asked them
to follow her. Once in her office the social service worker delivered that
bad news about Jason.