“Sonofabitch,” Mario heard a young male voice yell out, as he walked down the corroder of the ER unit. He usually didn’t do the ER anymore, but one of his friends needed to go away on a family emergency, so he told him he’d do it for the two weeks he was away, but he owed him big time for it. He frowned to himself when he saw a young nurse walk out of one of the units shaking her head. “Bitch,” the boy yelled out behind her.
“Maryann, what’s going on in there,” Mario asked, when she went to her workstation.
“Male, eighteen dead muscle in hip and thigh also chronic pain” she said, and handed me the chart. “Here, you take a look at the little sh..,” she stopped when Mario raised an eyebrow at her. “Sorry.”
Mario took the chart and read quietly as he ate his chips. “Wow! Poor boy,” Mario mumbled.
“Yeah, he’s been in an out of here for the last couple of months; runs out of his meds too soon, and wants a quick fix until he can get them in a few days,” the nurse told him.
“Where are his parents,” Mario asked. The nurse shrugged her shoulders.
“Is there any one in there with him?” Mario asked.
“Yeah, a buddy/roommate/lover – Robert, I think,” she told him.
“So the doctor on duty just gives him a fistful of starter pack of pain meds, a shot of Demerol and sends him home?” Mario asked.
“Pretty much,” Maryanne said.
It was Mario’s turn to shake his head, in disgust. “Evening young man, I’m Doctor Villarreal” Mario stopped short when he saw what lay before him. The boy looked younger than eighteen. His sandy blond hair hung down over his yellow/green eyes, and the only thing he had on was a sheet that covered his lower half. It was like he was at a buffet of ‘all you could eat young stud muffins’. Mario looked at the young face before him - sparkling eyes, sweet pouty pink lips, a small turned up nose, delicate eyebrows, and long curly eyelashes. ‘Down, boy,” Mario told himself, as he stopped by the gurney. “So what brings you to the ER?” Mario asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“I fucking hurt like a bitch, man; do something about it,” Alex yelled at him almost in tears.
‘Soaping out that mouth might work, followed by a few hard swats to the little backside of his,’ Mario thought.
“Alex; easy man; he just got here,” the other young man said. Mario looked over to see a spike-haired young man standing off to one side, wearing baggy pants and T-shirt that hung on him like a sack. In his left ear was a hoop; in his lip was a stud. Mario just shook his head.
“Doc, man; it’s like we were at this party, man, and he was up and dancing. Then for some reason, he dropped like a rock; he can hardly walk, even with that cane-thing he uses. I had to almost carry him in here.” The boy rambled on.
“Humm, “Mario said, as he moved the sheet down just a little. He had to smile when he saw the light pink straps of a thong. “Tell me where it hurts,” he said, as he placed his hands on the back before him. The boy jumped when Mario’s hand touched him. Mario got an electrical current that went from his hands to his brain, right down to his toes, causing them to curl in his shoes. ‘Oh, wow!’ Mario thought as he became breathless for a minute.
Alex didn’t now what to think when the hands touched him; they were strong, but, yet, soft; he could feel that they had authority in them. They made his body shiver, and he grew hard, no man ever made him hard by just a touch, turning his head to one side he opened his eyes to staring into the crotch of the doctor; he could make out the outline of his equipment. “Shit,” Alex gasped, as he saw it. Rob saw the look of shock on his friends face and moved to see what he was looking at shaking his head he mouth “pervert” to his friend.
“Sorry; cold hands,” Mario told him.
“That means you have a warm heart.” Alex told him.
After the exam, x-rays, blood tests, and a few other things Mario had ordered, and a lot more swear words he grew tired of the foul mouth. Mario lowered his mouth to the boy’s ear, hoping he was reading his cards right. “If I were you, I’d can it with the foul mouth, especially since you will be getting a shot there,” Mario said, as he lightly tapped the backside before him.
“Yes, sir,” Alex said. Mario smiled yap he read his cards right. It was only a few minutes later that the shot was given; it hurt just a little, but that was a normal thing with that type of medication.
A half hour later, Alex and Rob were standing in the hospital parking lot, when they both looked up into the night sky. Both boys gasped when they saw a falling star. “They say if you see a falling star and make a wish, it should come true.” Alex closed his eyes tightly and made a wish.
“What’d you wish for?” Robert asked. Just then, they heard Alex’s name being called. They both turned around to find Dr. Villarreal standing behind them.
“Give me a call tomorrow,” he said, as he held out a card. Alex took it and smiled. Mario walked back into the hospital.
“I guess they do come true,” Alex said, as he looked at the cell number on the back of the card and smiled again.
A few days later, Mario picked up his cell phone and typed out a text, and sent it to his friend. When the friend received the text, it said, “Debt paid in full. Thank you.”
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