Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 22:48:03 -0800
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: Like a Promised Sunrise

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO
MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU DON'T READ IT. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO
BE READING IT, YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH SO JUST GO
ELSEWHERE. OTHERWISE, ENJOY IT. JWS

P.S. MOST OF MY WRITING HAS SOME SEX IN IT. IT IS SELDOM IN THE BEGINNING
AND IS USUALLY AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE STORY. SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
JACKOFF MATERIAL YOU ARE PROBABLY WASTING YOUR TIME READING ME. JWS


	Like a Promised Sunrise (PART 5) 
	by J.W.SMITH


	Eight days after kicking Judd and Annie out, the street buzzer
sounded. I shuffled over to the intercom and ask who was buzzing. In answer
I got a continuous buzz, out of desparation I hit the release for the
gate. I heard the lift coming up. I rolled open the door and leaned on the
jam. The telephone rang. I ignored it. I heard the answering machine pick
up. I was expecting to see Judd, I think. And I was shocked to see Annie
and Lee step out of the lift. Annie looked at me.

	"You look like someone chewed you up and digested you."

	Lee, who is six foot tall and more manly than me, agreed.

	"Yeah, you look like shit and you smell like it, too. Damn Jace,
when did you last shower?"

	"I wasn't exactly expecting company." I said as I shrugged, stepped
aside and motioned for them to enter.

	Liz walked up to Annie and curled around her legs, caressing her
with her head. She picked her up and held her on her shoulder. There was a
clear loud message there, but I ignored it.

	"Thank you, ladies. Why are you here?" I wasn't being friendly.

	"Where is Judd?"

	"How should I know? I kicked him out remember?"

	"You're kidding.  You haven't seen or heard from him?"

	"No. I assumed he would go straight to you."

	"You are about the stupidest man I've ever met. I'm A Dyke, A
Lesbian. I have a Girl Friend. Get It? I haven't seen or heard from him
either."

	I stared blankly at her. She glanced at the answering machine on my
desk. The red light was blinking.

	"When was the last time you answered you phone?"

	"Not since he left." She punched the play back button. First
message was Judd.

	"Damn, Jace I wish you would answer the phone. Don't you
understand? Annie's like a little sister to me. God, I would never think of
having sex with her. I'll call you back later."
 
	There were many beeps from the machine indicating calls with no
messages. There were quite a few messages from other people that Annie
fast-forwarded, searching for more from Judd. And then a message recorded
as I had waited for Annie and Lee.

	"Jace, I feel like I'm going to die. I'm seeing black spots. I only
got one bottle left.  I just want to tell you one last time that I'm sorry
for making you mad at me, I love you." His speech was very slurred. There
were pauses like he was having difficult thinking. And the there was a long
pause. We could hear him weeping. And then. "Bye, Jace."
 
	I was devastated. I began to realize what I had done in my jealous
rage. I was shaking. My eyes felt like hollow pits.

	"I've got to go find him." I whispered.

	"Did he say where he was going when he left?" She asked.

	"He left a note."  I was on my knees in the kitchen scurrying
around looking for it. I hadn't done any housekeeping so it still had to be
there. I found it, smoothed it out and handed it to her. She called
information and then the motel. Yes, he was still registered there. Did we
know him? Would we, please, come get him?

	"Where are your damn car keys?" Annie asked when she hung up.

	 I handed them to her. She motioned for Lee to bring me along and
headed to the lift. When we got to the Jeep she pushed me into the back
seat and got behind the wheel. Annie climbed into the passenger seat,
handing Lee the keys.

	As we flew down the 10, Annie turned and started telling me off.

	"If I were a man I'd beat some sense into you. I've never seen
anyone so much in love as Judd is with you. You are one sick fucker to do
this to him."

	All I could do was hang my head and agree with her.


	When we arrived at the motel Annie ran in and got the key to his
room. The desk clerk informed her that he hadn't let any one in to clean
since he had check in. The only thing he had observed him taking into the
room with him was a liquor box. He speculated that it was filled with
bottles of booze.

	We pulled in to the back of the complex and Annie and Lee ran up
the stairs to his room. I followed. They left the door open as they went
in. The stench made me gag before I got to the door; booze and vomit are
not pleasant. Judd was lying in a puddle of vomit and spilled whiskey,
hugging an empty bottle. At least, we wouldn't have to make him puke. He
was on his side with his knees pulled up to his chest; His head was resting
on the base of the toilet bowl.

	 Annie opened the blinds and windows. Lee took the bottle from his
hands and lifted him up. Holding him under his arms from the back she
ordered me to strip him.  She headed toward the shower with him. I came to
my senses somewhat, and stopped her.

	"Let me. I caused this mess. Let me clean him up."

	I kicked off my shoes and took him into the shower.  My guilt
overwhelmed me.  I bathed him crying the whole time. I am such an ass to
have done this to this wonderful young man. I wondered if he would ever
forgive me.

	Annie threw a blanket around him, and we headed for the Jeep.  We
took him to the UCLA Medical Center hospital. It was faster than waiting
for and ambulance. He was admitted immediately into their detox ward. We
were told there was nothing we could do for at least two days.

	I looked through the window at him. He was strapped down with tubes
in his mouth and arms.  God, that it was me laying there instead of
him. Please, God, I prayed, let him be able to forgive me for driving him
to this.

	My wet clothes were beginning to dry, only to make me feel more
miserable.We went back to the motel. I went into the office and settled up
his bill, and left an extra hundred for cleaning the room. Lee drove me
back to the loft. Annie drove his pickup. I invited them up for a cup of
coffee.
 
	Annie scrambled some eggs and toasted some bread. I still didn't
feel like eating.  Lee told me she would force feed it to me if I didn't
eat it. I ate it; I hate to be force-fed. It certainly didn't taste like
Judd's eggs.

	I started crying again.I asked Annie to forgive me for being a
jealous ass and making stupid accusations.

	"That depends totally on Judd. Maybe he can forgive you. If he
does, then I will. You certainly don't deserve it." She told me. I could
only agree. Through all of this Lee had held her tongue.

	When they left, I showered, shaved and put on clean clothes. I
washed the dishes that had piled up in the sink for the last two weeks. I
cleaned the entire house and did the laundry. When I finished I sat down
and let the emptiness of my soul fill the place. I wanted to impress
indelibly in my sick mind what this felt like, while I recalled what Judd's
presence had felt like, too. The rest of the day passed without me being
aware of its passing.

	The place was getting dark. My bladder brought me back to the real
world. After relieving myself. I wandered heedlessly around the room. I
wanted to cry and feel sorry for myself, but the despicable act I had
committed out of stupid jealousy kept the tears away. I picked up one of
his textbooks. A small sheet of paper fell to the floor. I picked it up and
read it. It was a poem Judd had written to me. It was dated the day before
I had kicked him out.
			
				12/3/92
		Jace
		Like a promised sunrise
		You ascend into my day
		The brightness of your eyes
		Lights up my world
		With you, I'm where I belong
		Protected in your arms
		I have never felt so strong
				Judd

	When I read it all I could think was that I had taken his strength
from him.  Would he survive if that was how he really felt?  I went back to
the hospital. I begged the nurse to let me just sit with him. I looked so
miserable that she relented figuring it might be beneficial to me.

	I moved a straight chair next to the bed and held his hand. I must
have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew there was a gentle hand shaking
my shoulder. The day was brightening outside. I must have slept the whole
night. That was the first time since I had forced Judd out.

	"Mr. Deason, Judd is going to be in a coma for at least another
day. Why don't you go home and get some breakfast and clean up? I'll call
you personally if there is any change."



	Later that morning, I went back to the hospital. The doctor was
just coming out of his room.

	"Good morning, Doctor, I'm Judd Deason's Uncle. How is he doing?"

	"Mr. Deason, we have young people come in here from alcohol abuse
all the time. I'm amazed that he is even alive. We've got most of the
alcohol out of his system now. He will be having withdrawals soon. If we
can get him through that, then we will see how he's going to fair. There is
often brain and neural as well as liver damage from such extreme abuse. We
simply won't know until he is completely dry and awake. Pray,
Mr. Deason. Pray."

	He turned and walked into the next room leaving me to deal with
what he had just told me. I went into Judd's room. He looked dead. The
monitor above the bed said differently. It gave out a steady beep in time
with his heart. I knelt and held his hand to my cheek.

	"Judd, I don't know if you can hear me. I want you to know that I
am so sorry. I love you, Judd. Please come back to me. I love you so much."

	I don't know how to pray. I've never been in a church. I grew up on
a ranch. It was too far to go into town just to go to church. Mom had a
bible, but I never saw her reading it. My dad sure didn't. I figured I
would just talk to Him, if He was even around to listen.

	"God, you made Judd the way he is. I can't see how you would punish
him because of that. What he's done was stupid, but it was my fault he did
it. So if You are hearing this, I'm asking You to not punish him for
this. If You feel the need to punish someone, punish me.

	I sat beside his bed until Noon. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. My
stomach was beginning to protest so I went down to the cafeteria and bought
a sandwich and a carton of milk. I forced it down.  When I got back up to
his room Annie and Lee were sitting in the waiting room. Lee was patting
her hand consoling her. I went in and folded into a chair.

	"Have you talked to the doctor?"  Annie asked.

	I buried my face in my hands and shook an affirmative.

	"And?"

	"It doesn't look good."

	"You son of a bitch, tell her what the doctor said." Lee had no
compassion for me. But then I deserved none.

	"He will be going into withdrawals soon. It may involve
convulsions. If and when he does wake up he may have neurological and or
brain damage. He definitely has liver damage but that will repair its
self." I was speaking to the floor.  There was total silence for a few
minutes.

	"You fucking uncaring bastard. I think I could easily kill you with
my bare hands. God! To think how much he loves you and you and your stupid
jealousy do this to him. God damn you, Jace Deason. God damn you."

	Annie was standing over me. With each explicative she hit me with
her fist on the side of my head. I let her. If she had taken a cat-o
nine-tails to me, I wouldn't have flinched. I deserved any kind of
punishment that could be dealt to me. No, I wasn't feeling sorry for
myself. I hated what I had done and I wished to be punished for it.

	Lee gathered Annie into her arms, caressing her back, soothing her.

	"Leave him alone. He's paying for it. Come on, let me take you
home."

	Annie allowed herself to be led away. At the door she turned back.

	"You call me if there's any change. Please." They left.

	I dragged myself back into his room and sat holding his hand,
talking quietly to him. He lay like a dead man, not moving a muscle. And
then without warning he started convulsing. He was strapped down so there
was no possibility of him falling off the bed, or tearing the tubes out of
his arms.
 
	I hit the panic button and ran to the door yelling for help. It
came fast, two doctors and three nurses were immediately there. One of the
nurses ushered me out of the room and told me to go sit down.

	 I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, and dialed Annie. When
she answered, I told her the convulsions had started. There was a sob and
then a click as she hung up on me.  I don't know how long I sat there, on
the edge of the chair, my head in my hands. A hand on my shoulder brought
me back from where ever my mind had fled to. I looked up.  It was the
doctor.  He smiled.  My heart did a flip. Was there hope?

	"Mr. Deason, the convulsions were very mild. Our new medications do
the job well. With any luck he should come around tomorrow." He said.

	He took my jaw in his hand and turned my head, looking at the
bruises Annie had dealt me.

	"An ice pack on those will make them feel better. I'll tell a
nurse."

	I nodded, and buried my head again. After I got my emotions under
control I went back into his room. Even with the drugs they had given him I
could see a difference in his demeanor. He was beginning to look alive. The
eye movement under his lids was very active. He was breathing more deeply,
too. He looked like he was just sleeping and that he would soon wake up. A
nurse brought me an ice pack and a couple of Tylenol. I thanked her and
laid them on the table.

	I sat and held his hand talking to him until 11 pm. The nurse
insisted I go home and get some rest. She promised she would call if there
was any change. I didn't want to go, but I followed her advice. After
showering, I lay down and passed out. The phone woke me.
	
	"Jace, good morning, am I too late to speak to my son? I know he
leaves some mornings for school at some ungodly hour."

	"Betty?"

	"Yes, did I wake you?"

	"Oh God, Betty, I forgot to call you."

	"What's wrong, Jace. Why were you going to call me?"

	"Judd's---" My voice quit working. I was gulping air like a fish
out of water.

	"Jace, what's wrong with Judd. Talk to me."  She yelled.  "Bob, Bob
something is wrong with Judd. Get on the phone, maybe you can get Jace to
talk."

	"Jace, this is Bob. What's wrong with Judd?"

	"He's---he's--- in--- a coma."  Once I got that out the rest came
more easily. I told them honestly what had happened.  They asked concerned
questions about his condition, but here was no condemnation.
	"I'll call you back in half an hour." Bob said.

	I fed the cats, made coffee, showered and dressed. I still had
fifteen minutes. I toasted a bagel, spread some cream cheese on it and took
a bite. The phone rang. I spit the bite out and answered it. It was Bob.

	"Jace, I will be arriving at LAX at 3:47 this
afternoon. Southwestern Flight 834.  Please, meet me."

	"I'll be there."

	"Good. See you."

	I went back to the hospital and sat with Judd until 3:00. I got on
the 405 headed to the airport. I had forgotten about the hideous traffic
from the 10 to Sepulveda.  I crept along with it to Howard Hughes Blvd.  I
turned off and went streets.  I arrived late.  Bob was standing on the curb
with his bags. I pulled up to him and apologized, blaming L.A. traffic.We
were back on the 405 North before Bob spoke.

	"So what is his condition at this time."

	"The doctor seems to think it is very promising. He has responded
well to the medications. His brain activity has increased
dramatically. They expect him to regain consciousness momentarily."

	"Hmm."  He stared straight ahead for a couple of minute. I kept
glancing at him, waiting for recriminations. Finally he turned and looked
at me.

	"You look like something the dogs dragged in and chewed on for a
few days. You doing okay?" He drawled.

	"I'm holding it together for the moment."

	"Jealousy is a nasty thing, isn't it?"

	"I'm going into therapy as soon as Judd gets back on his feet." I
said.

	There was another long pause.

	"That boy has worshiped you as long as I can remember.  He became
very introverted for a while after you left home. When he started high
School he began to talk about how he was going to be a famous writer just
like his Uncle Jace. You think he's going to be all right?"

	"Dear God, I pray so. I will never forgive myself for what I've
done. If he's not all right--- I don't know how I will be able to handle
it."

	"You'll have to. He loves you, Jace. So you will just have to
handle what ever happens as best you can."

	"I'm not worthy of his love."

	"So you're going to have to strive to be. Won't you?"

	This is the most that Bob and I had ever talk. He reminded me of
Dad, but he was kinder and gentler.

	We went straight up to Judd's room when we got to the hospital. The
doctor was sitting in the nurse's station doing paper work. Bob went over
to him.

	"I'm Judd's father, Doc, what is your prognosis?" He asked.

	The doctor looked up at him and then at me.

	"Yes. It is amazing how much you three resemble each other. We're
thinking Judd's going to come through this pretty well. We're hoping there
is no motor damage. I personally think that he won't have any brain
dysfunction. It's up to him at this point. He may be fighting to not wake
up. Personally, I think the best thing for him now is for you two to talk
to him. Coach him to wake up." He looked at me. "From what I understand you
should be in there, telling him how you feel about him. That may be the key
to bringing him out of this coma. Go give it a try."

	We went into his room. He looked healthier than even earlier in the
day. Less pallor. There was some color back in his cheeks.  Bob ran his
hand through his hair, and caressed his check.

	"Hello, Son, don't you think its time to wake up? You've been
sleeping a long time. Judd, wake up and say hi to your ol' dad."

	The rapid eye movement stopped. His breathing sped up a bit. But
still he didn't open his eyes. Bob looked at me and motioned for me to talk
to him.I sat down beside him on the bed and took his hand in mine. I looked
at Bob, and he nodded his head.  I leaned forward and kiss Judd on his
lips. I lay my head against his and spoke softly to him.

	"Judd, come back to me. I love you. I need you with me. I've been a
total fool. Please, Judd. I need you to forgive me. I love you, Judd. I'm
so sorry for what I've done to you. Please forgive me. Come back to me,
Judd."  I sat up. A single tear welled in each eye and rolled down the
sides of his face. But still he wouldn't open his eyes. I sat and watched
him. His breath became shallow again. The R.E.M.s resumed after a few
minutes.


And there still more!

Note: The effects of alcohol and the whole hospital scene are what I
imagine they would be. If the real life facts don't match--- Well that is
fantasy for you.

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