Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 11:59:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken - part 3

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind
dating a cop!

Officer Ken -- Chapter Three

I woke up the next morning, doing my usual routine of
lying in bed listening to NPR for half an hour before
forcing myself from the bed and into the shower. Some
days, it's quite the struggle, after listening to
disheartening political and world news. It's enough to
make someone roll over and hide under the pillows.
Today was no different, and to add misery to the
equation, it was a heavy, cold driving rain that was
awaiting me downstairs.

I went ahead and hopped into the shower -- okay,
perhaps a better description would be zombie walked
over Trixie's scattered toys in the hallway to the
bathroom, and stood in the warm water trying to
revive.  I knew I had a faint smile on my face as I
lathered up, thinking about the sweet and sexy cop and
his remarkable kissing and dancing eyes that I could
almost see as I kept my eyes shut.

Shattering my warm water dream came the sound of
insistent screeching from Trixie, demanding her bowl
be filled at once. Damn pushy cat! God, I love her!

She flopped down after I gave her a chin a good
scratch while I dried off, and she chased a Q-tip I
tossed into the hall to distract her while I shaved
and brushed my teeth. She wasn't gone very long before
returning to insist that I escort her to the kitchen
and do her bidding -- it's almost like hearing Audrey
II in cat form crying "FEED ME!"

I happened to look out into the dismal weather from
the kitchen window, and noticed a cop car was sitting
under the awning at the front door.

I eagerly dressed, practically stepping on Trixie's
tail, anticipating a ride in a squad car with my
favorite hunk cop -- not that I know any others, but I
just had to get moving so I could find out if the
siren tolled for me!

Trying to get downstairs quickly, I had to make about
4 trips in and out of the apartment door -- "bag,
check. Umbrella -- check.  Cell -- damn!" Trixie just
sat on the living room rug, watching me run back and
forth like a madman trying to pull it all together for
another joyous day in the office.

Finally, I got on the elevator, and when I got to the
lobby, I could see the cop car was occupied, but I
couldn't see who was inside. The rain was coming down
in sheets, obscuring the windows. I walked to the
lobby door, and there sat hunky Ken, except he looked
a bit odd.

I tapped on the door, and something inside me froze.
He didn't look right. I banged harder, and no
response. I ran around to the other side, and pulled
the handle, and was almost in a panic as soon as I saw
the blood on the side of his uniform. I didn't see any
wounds, just the blood on his uniform shirt.
Nosebleed?

Quickly, I remembered my cell phone and dialed 911 and
frantically tried to communicate with the operator.
Damn, what a dumb Dora! I decided with my limited
first aid knowledge from college 20 years ago that I
didn't have time to wait for someone to respond -- his
eyes were dilating and his breathing was shallow. I
was blessed that my local hospital was only about a
half mile away at the most, and I managed to shove
Ken's bulky body to the side and wedged my way into
the driver's seat. It wasn't easy, but I quickly made
it to the hospital ER without stopping at the stop
signs. Who is going to stop a cop car except another
cop?

As soon as I arrived, I jumped out of the car and ran
inside for help, leaving the driver's side door open.
Quickly, two guys came running out with me, to get Ken
up on the gurney and into the ER.

Now, all I could do is wait. I called Pat and left her
a frantic voicemail.

A kind nurse came over to me, seeing me pacing back
and forth in the lobby, bringing me a cup of coffee,
and took me into a private waiting area. "Honey, sit
here and the first moment I hear anything, I'll let
you know."  I sat down, and tried to hold it together.
My nerves were rattled -- I had just met the guy! Ken
was undoubtedly waiting on me, and I imagined my
handsome knight driving me to work, letting me play
with his lights and siren like a little kid.

About 20 minutes later, the nurse (Maria was on her
name plate) came back with a golden smile and said the
magic words, "Are you Paul? Ken is stable and is
asking for you -- come with me."

I followed Maria down the corridor, and passed a few
patients in treatment areas separated by curtains, and
finally she stopped and turned to me with a wink and a
smile and said "Ken, Paul's here. I'll leave you two
alone for a few minutes."

Ken was lying on his back, no longer in his uniform
shirts and Kevlar vest, with electrodes on his chest
monitoring his vitals, an oxygen mask on over his
bearded face, his head slightly propped up on a
pillow. I cautiously approached, feeling a range of
emotions from elation that he was stable and alive,
thankful that I had made the right decision, anger
that he scared the hell our of me, and fear that I had
stolen my first police car.

I sat down on the stool next to the bed, and took his
hand. It was obvious he was groggy, and I still didn't
know what had happened. All I could do was hold his
hand, look at his beautifully sculpted, handsome face,
and thank my lucky star that today wasn't the day he
would go gently into that good night.

Maria came back a few minutes later, and explained
that apparently Ken had been stung by something, and
when he had the allergic reaction, he hit his head and
that was the cause of the blood.  She also said
"Honey, if you hadn't brought him here right away, I
`d be calling the morgue. He was in bad shape by the
time you got here -- I don't know how long he'd been in
shock. You saved this man's life."

Ken obviously heard what she said coherently, and
squeezed my hand and then lovingly rubbed it with
strong thumb. "Paul..." I shushed him to be quiet, and
said "Quiet, you numbskull!" in my best `Moe" voice,
and kissed his hand.

I told him I would be right back, and went outside to
call Pat and let her know what had happened. She was
relieved to hear my voice  - "You scared the hell out
of Rick and I -- when I played your voicemail it
sounded like you were freaking out!" She told me to
take the day off, that I wouldn't be much use to the
office considering the drama of my day. She also said
to tell Ken she couldn't wait to meet him.

By the time I hung up and returned to the ER and Ken,
the police Captain was there, along with an older
woman, who was sitting on the stool holding Ken's
hand. Doing what I wanted to be doing.

"Are you the guy that saved his life?" she said.  I
sheepishly shrugged my shoulders, and introduced
myself "My name is Paul. I think Ken was planning to
give me a ride to work." I told the rest of the story
while his mother was trying to hold back tears, and
the Captain took notes of my story. "All I know is,
you saved my son. He's all I have since his father
passed away. Anything you want, it's yours - my house,
my car, anything!"

"Ma, don't be so melodramatic..." I could hear Ken
trying to say, in his oxygen muffled mask.  I had to
suppress a grin, cause while I wanted to say "I WANT
YOUR SON!" I knew it was neither the time nor place,
even to joke.  All I could say was, "I am sure you are
very proud of him, and I'm glad I happened upon him in
time."

I didn't know whether he was out or not, and to whom,
so it was the safest thing I could say. "Ken, I need
to get moving -- call me when you are well again, and
we'll get some coffee. Ok?" Ken gave me a wink and
thumbs up.  The Captain generously offered a ride back
to my building, and I accepted.

Shall I continue? Email me: wooflix@yahoo.com