Date: Wed, 08 Nov 2000 21:44:07 GMT
From: Jamie <virus@dial.pipex.com>
Subject: Chris-and-Jamie  Chapter 7

Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't been posting, but something came up. Anyway enjoy
the story.

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Chris's Story:

Jamie was taking way too long with those sodas. I swung myself out of the
bed and grabbed the bathrobe from the back of the door. Heaving it onto my
shoulders I walked out into the darkness of the landing.

I moved to the stairs and began to descend. As I finished the last bend I
saw James, his head was covered in blood and he was still bleeding.

I couldn't do anything, I just keep shouting and shouting. Someone must have
come to help, because I have a vague memory of Mom pulling her to me as Dad
attended the limp form of my boyfriend. Then I must have fainted, because I
woke up in an unfamiliar room.

Looking up I could see a plainly painted wall and a small window. I
staggered to get up and saw James lying in a bed beside my own, covered in
thick tubes and surrounded by bleeping machinery. It was the hospital; I
must have been brought here in the night.

I glanced down at the end of the bed and saw James's chart hanging on the
railings. Scooping it up I began to read. My Dad is a doctor, so I knew
generally how to read these medical charts, but not that accurately.

I found that he had mild bruising to the face, a few knocks on the head and
lost a lot of blood. I suppose that's not too bad. The bruising would heal
and the blood could be replaced. The knocks should result in no more than a
slight concussion, I thought. I was dead wrong, flipping over to the next
page I read eight horrible words.

	Head injuries led to sustained COMA. Possible PARALYSIS.

I collapsed again.

Waking up in the same bed I found my parents, Jamie's parents and another
doctor around Jamie.

`What's happening? How long is the coma going to last? Will he recover? And
the paralysis?' I was desperate to find out what was going on.

The doctor shot me a mild grin.

`Your friend has suffered some heavy blows to the head. He is at the moment
in a light coma, but we believe he may be able to pull through. The blood is
recoverable and is being taken in as we speak.' He indicated a valve and a
tube full of red liquid. `However, we cannot be sure about the paralysis. If
he is paralysed I'm sorry to say that it was be from the neck down and there
will not be much chance of physiotherapy.'

I broke down and my Mom pulled me away from the room. She took me to the
canteen, but it could have been anywhere I wasn't thinking straight. I just
kept thinking that it was my fault my boyfriend was lying in a coma.

James's room was a private one surrounded by a wall of glass, so that he
could be monitored throughout the day. I went up to the glass and pressed my
nose against it, wondering if he would ever get up.

A shrill alarm rang in my ears; nurses hurried to his bedside and began to
wheel him out and down the hall as fast as they could. His life signs had
gone flat.

Mom ran up behind me and tried to comfort me.

`It'll be okay, Chris. He's just going so that they can make him better.'

I pulled away.

`I'm not fucking 6 years old, you know. I do know why they've taken him to
the crash room, okay, so cut with all the "he's gonna be fine", cuz he's
not!'

She looked hurt. Tears began to fill her eyes, and I was starting to feel
bad for what I had said.

`I know, Chris. It's just...you must be prepared for the fact that you might
lose him.'

This set me off crying again. I couldn't stop the tears that rolled freely
down my face and onto the floor. She pulled me to her and wrapped her arms
around me.

`As soon as we can, we'll go and see how he is, okay?'

I nodded, but I didn't feel like going to see him. Thinking back I
remembered that our last moments together. We were joking about me fancying
another guy - as if I would, or could for that matter. I remembered sending
him down for the drinks.

`It's my fault.' I blurted out.
`No, honey, it's no one's fault, things like this just happen.'
`I sent him downstairs. If I hadn't he wouldn't have gone, and wouldn't be
lying in that room now.' I burst into tears again.

I couldn't believe that it was me who had killed my boyfriend. I had taken
away the one person who had made any difference in my life at all. Was I
stupid? Was a fit to be called a sane person?

`Chris!' Ciaran and Simon shouted together.

I turned to see them hurrying towards me, with Ciaran's Mom in tow.

`We came as soon as we heard.' Simon said, panting. `How is he?'

I just crumpled at his knees in tears. Mom came and explained everything to
them.

`I can't believe it. He's gonna die?' Ciaran stuttered.
`Don't say things like that. He's gonna be fine, you just wait and see.' My
Mom was ever the optimist.
`They've made you up a bed in James's room, Chris. His will be just down the
hall if you need anything, but I've gotta go to work now. I'll see you as
soon as I can.'

I heard someone running behind me and turned to see James's Mom coming down
the corridor towards us. There was relief in her eyes and I could see that
he was not going to die.

`James has woken up, Chris. He's going to be okay. He won't be paralysed,
there're just going to keep him in for a week to see how he does.'

This news was the best thing I had ever heard. I just kept jumping up and
down and shouting. After being told to keep it down by a passing nurse, I
asked if I could see him.

We all wedged ourselves into the room and James looked up at me and smiled.

`I'm never going to get the drinks ever again.' were the first words that
passed his lips.

But they weren't that last things that would pass his lips today. My tongue
darted in and out of his mouth. I tried to savour every taste, in case I
would never be able to again.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door. My Dad went to see who it was
and soon there were only James and I left in the room.

The door opened and Miss Taylor walked in, wearing a full-length dress
instead of a mini-skirt (which was a first).

`I've come to say that I was sorry for being rude to you the other dad.' She
finally managed to stammer. `I had no cause to say it, I was wrong.'

James mumbled something about it being "okay" and she trundled out. I
couldn't do anything than hold on to him as tightly as possible.

`Er...Chris?' He stuttered. `You're...chocking...me!'

I laughed and released him, moving to the windows that surrounded the room I
tugged on the cord, which pulled down the blinds. Switching on the lamp by
his bedside I slid my hand underneath the covers.

`I promised you this two nights ago. You can have your present now.'
I found his hard on and began to stroke it up and down slowly. Spotting the
tub of hair gel by his bedside I squired a little onto my hand and applied
it to his cock. The lube worked its magic and soon he was bucking like a
rodeo bull. The atmosphere became tense as he built up to orgasm, and then
finally he let it go. His cum could have filled buckets it was so plentiful.
I stuck my head under the covers to wipe up the mess, and found that it had
totally soaked the boxers that he was wearing.

At least I had Jamie back, and that was all I wanted.

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This story is true and so I can't ask you what you want to happen. But I
would be interested to see if you like or hate it so far (Chris and I are
now 15 and still going strong).
The names (apart from Mine and Chris's) have been changed to protect
individuals. Also e-mail me if you have any questions you want to ask
someone about being gay. Im always ready to listen. Messages will be taken
in confidence.

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