Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2010 11:36:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Marine Home On Leave Part III Chapter 57

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 Ronny's new life after the
Corps, rehabilitation and Jason.

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Marine Home on Leave
By Randall Rumper
Part III
Ronny's New Life
Chapter 57: Awakening

"WAKEUP MR. DRIVER WAKEUP!"

Experiencing a pounding sensation inside his skull and a dry mouth Ronny
Driver was hearing a loud but familiar voice along with a hand gently
patting his cheeks, requesting him to wakeup. "Come on Marine time to
wakeup and take your medication."

The Marine slowly began opening his eyes as he felt the head of his bed
moving into an upright position. When the bed stopped moving at about a
forty-five degree angle his eyes became more focused. Ronny could see a
familiar looking doctor dressed in a fresh white lab coat with stethoscope
hanging from his neck standing next to his bed. The doctor said again in a
more cheerful voice. "Wakeup Marine it's time to take your medication."

"Doctor Thorn!" Ronny Driver exclaimed in a state of bewilderment, looking
at the handsome Asian doctor.

The medically retired Marine couldn't figure out how his lover had gotten
dressed in his white smock when only a few minutes prior they'd been
enjoying breakfast with his mom and dad. The Marine tried to reach out to
accept the small white paper cup containing the medication in the doctor's
hand but couldn't. He couldn't lift his hands to accept the cup. He looked
down at his arms and hands. They were still attached and his fingers were
moving, but his wrists were in leather restraints.

"Open your mouth," The Asian doctor ordered.

The Marine opened his mouth instinctively. The doctor pushed the cup to
Ronny's lips emptying the container into his mouth. The patient accepted
the pills from the cup. Then the doctor held a flexible straw to the
Ronny's lips so he could take a drink of water to wash the pills
down. "Drink as much as you want. You need plenty of fluids."

Once Ronny had taken in a sufficient amount of water he released the
plastic straw from his lips and asked in an irritated voice. "Why are my
arms tied down to the bedrails like some prisoner?"

"It's for your safety and ours Marine. You're a pretty strong individual,
Ronny."

"Where am I?" Ronny asked looking around the room.

"You're in a locked facility at the Topeka VA Medical Center. You know me
I'm your neurologist Dr. Thorn; however, this gentleman is one of my
bosses, Dr. Charles Cutting, head of Psychiatry." Doctor Thorn said
motioning to the taller older gentleman standing at the foot of the bed
holding an aluminum clipboard in his hands.

"Okay, but why am I here and my hands tied down? I've got a job and school
I need to get back to," Ronny replied.

"Not lately, but that's a positive sign you are regaining your cognitive
abilities Corporal. You been through a lot lately," the older doctor said,
"Briefly, tell me what you remember Corporal?"

"About what?"

"Start with what you remember about how you were injured in Afghanistan and
then go forward from there."

"Best I remember I was thrown from a helicopter. The chopper crashed and
came to rest on top of me. I guess I got fucked up pretty bad, `cause from
there I was medevaced out to the in-country hospital and from there I was
airlifted to Germany where they operated on me and put on the first
casts. From there I was transported to the Navy Marine Hospital in Maryland
for more operations and new casts. Then after a few weeks they sent me to
the VA facility closest to my home in Missouri.

"That's good," the older doctor said, "Your long-term memory appears to be
intact. So, what else do you remember?"

"After a time at the VA hospital I was sent home with my arms still in a
big old cast the covered my arms and chest. My leg was also in a cast. I
remember that I was in a lot of pain."

"What else can you tell us?"

"If memory serves me after I got home I lived in a makeshift hospital room
where my family, especially my mom and a part-time male nurse took care of
me until I got the casts off. Really good-looking dude about six feet two
inches with a blonde flattop hair cut. Between him and mom they took pretty
care of me for weeks while I recovered. But he was the one that took care
of most of my personal hygiene needs. I think he also worked at one of the
VA hospitals `casue I remember seeing him there and he would visit me."

Ronny stopped there not wanting to disclose any further details about the
relationship between him and the male nurse.

"Do you remember what happened to your caregiver? Do you remember his name?
Why he left? Where did he go after leaving service working for your
mother?" Doctor Cutting asked.

"His name was Jason Cox. Dude left after all my casts were removed and I
started Physical Therapy at the VA and then home. You know, I was able to
take care of my personal hygiene by then and dress myself. He still stopped
by every once in while to visit and then he was gone. Where he went... I
think, if I remember, he was supposed to go to medical school
somewhere. The rest is kind of hazy."

Again, Ronny thought he could remember more about Jason, but refrained from
telling the whole story. He wasn't sure how much the doctors knew about the
incident involving Jason and his brothers.

"Well, young man I want you to know considering the physical and emotional
trauma you suffered this past year your memory is pretty good," Dr. Cutting
said, "Now it's time for us to work with you and help you get back to a
normal life."

"Thanks. Now when do I get outa here?" Ronny asked eagerly.

"This facility offers the very best in alcohol and substance abuse
rehabilitation, Psychiatric and Neurological care as well as an outstanding
PTSD program for vets. Our goal, if you will allow us to work with you, is
to get you back on your feet as a productive member of society,"
Dr. Cutting briefed, "But that's going to take time."

"Doc, I still don't know why I'm being held here," Ronny said.

"Ronny, your uncle, mother, adopted brother, Gary, and I finally managed to
track you down. When we found you, you were in a pretty bad state
physically and emotionally. We did an intervention a week ago. After your
father's death you began engaging in some very self-destructive behaviors,
bordering on suicidal," Dr. Thorn explained.

Ronny lay in the bed staring at the ceiling his eyes filling with tears. He
asked, "So, my dad is really dead?"

"Yes Ronny. In fact, I was on duty the day your father was brought into
Allenville Medical Center's Trauma Center. He suffered a cerebral aneurysm
at work and by the time he got to the trauma center he was in what we call
a stage 4 condition on the Hunt and Hess scale."

Ronny continued crying, "No... no... no it can't be true."

"Yes, Ronny your father is gone. He was cremated per his instructions,"
Dr. Thorn said.

"IT'S NOT TRUE!" Ronny screamed.

"Ronny your dad received the very best care from the moment he arrived at
Allenville right up until he passed away ten days later. If he had been
brought in when your dad first experienced the stage 1 headache things
might have been different. In short, if we had been able to treat him in a
grade 1 or 2 condition there might have been some hope, but a grade 4 only
carries a 20 percent survival rate and many times that is in a vegetative
or semi vegetative state."

"You need to get some rest young man," Dr. Cutting said, "We hope to get
you started on rehabilitation Monday morning."

Dr. Cutting put the chart down before he prepared to leave the room and
said, "See you Monday Marine.

After Dr. Cutting departed Dr. Thorn reached down and began releasing the
restraints from Ronny's wrists. "After your injuries in Afghanistan and
throughout your treatment and recovery at military hospitals you were given
some pretty heavy duty drugs to help control pain as well as other
medications."

"Isn't that kind of standard procedure for injured personnel?" Ronny asked.

Yes, the VA began using medications to help you with the pain and to sleep
as well as other medications to address the issues connected with Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder. You became addicted to some of these medications
and after your dad's death you became addicted to alcohol as well as drugs
you could buy on the street."

Ronny rubbed his wrists after they were released from the leather
restraints. He asked, "Can I get up?"

"Let me help you." Dr. Thorn helped Ronny sit up and turn in the bed
putting his feet on the floor.

"What else did I do?"

"You didn't do anything, Ronny. We believe that the physical trauma you
suffered along with the emotional trauma of losing your buddies in the
crash and then losing your dad sent you over the edge. Along with your
dependency on alcohol and drugs to deal with your physical and emotional
issues you became delusional to the point of possible suicide."

"I am truly sorry for what I've put you all and my family through."

"No need to apologize to me it's all part of my job, maybe you need to
apologize to your family, but not me. You've got a lot going on in your
head, Marine. We know you suffered a concussion back in Afghanistan. The
medical field now refers to that type injury as a non-penetrating TBI.
That's my specialty and where I'm doing my research."

"So, I'm one of your research subjects?"

"You are one of the subjects of my research, but please don't give my
research a negative connotation. What we don't know is to what extent the
TBI has affected you. Something we're going to address if you'll work with
us over the next few weeks."

"I'm willing," Ronny replied, "Do you know when I'll be able to see my
family? I need to make amends."

"Let me talk to Dr. Cutting and then make some phone calls. I'll get back
to you later on this afternoon. Do you think you'd be up to visits this
weekend?"

"Sure."

"Okay. I see you later. Oh by the way the nurse will be in with your
breakfast in a few. I took the liberty of ordering a Belgium waffle, three
scrambled eggs, four pieces of bacons well, a bowl of fruit and coffee with
one cream," Dr. Thorn said with a wry smile as he exited the room.

Ronny lay back on the bed thinking about what the doctors had said. He
wondered what all he done to get locked up, but most of all how Dr. Thorn
new what his favorite breakfast was.