Hospital and my Ex

I was having an odd dream, it was weird, I couldn’t open my eyes, but I kept trying, I couldn’t move, turn or roll over. I hear voices, people talking, I try to talk and can’t. This odd dream is rendering me incapacitated. I want to wake up and can’t. I hear low steady beeping. My throat hurts, I feel my left foot, leg and a blanket, but not my right. I want to wake up so bad, what’s keeping me asleep and in this awkward position. I feel somehow out of it, and can’t quite place myself.

Suddenly I hear a soft but familiar voice, “good morning Bobby, it’s me Kevin again, how you doing today”? I thought to myself, Why was my ex in my dream?, what did all this mean? Suddenly I felt a familiar warm rubbing touch on my chest under the blanket, as it rubbed from side to side and roamed around my chest and sides. My ex Kevin always massaged my upper body to ease my daily tension, especially after work, but why am I suddenly dreaming of this, and it seams like he’s really here actually touching me. “Bobby you just have to wake up”, I wanted to say I’m trying, but can’t talk, and suddenly I feel the pain in my throat. He says “open your eyes, let me know your in there”. What is he talking about? Why can’t I wake up?

First let me digress and tell you about Kevin. Kevin and I, we’re together about 2 years, he was tall and athletic, nice soft blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, fairly muscular but not huge, he has nice tight hard abs, with a nice six pack, his shoulders are broad, yet he had the softest touch, he was the masculine part of our relationship but he often had the need to cuddle with me, he often went to the gym, and played pickup games with a lot of guys. I loved him and missed him.

Now me, I’m about 5’6” 125 lbs, a bit of a twink, defiantly the feminine part of our relationship. I was also very jealous, thinking he would cheat on me with one of these good looking hot guys. One night he brought a guy home for drinks, I was angry, nothing happened, it was just social, but I was still very jealous. I left went to a gay bar, picked up a guy, brought him home to make Kevin mad. When we got home they were gone. I was a heavy drinker and a lousy rotten drunk. My pickup wound up in bed with me, and we fucked each other’s brains out. Kevin came back home, and caught us, he blew his top, I jumped up trying to be apologetic but he was so angry, and yelling with tears in his eyes, I had never seen him that way, ever, I reached out to touch him, he spun around and smacked me, I mean smacked me, so hard my cheek was bleeding and I thought I may have chipped a tooth. I was taken back and fell to the floor as he turned and headed out the door saying fuck you, and I never saw him again. Over the course of the next year I tried calling, I left apologetic messages and basically I screwed up the best thing I ever had. After a few months I started AA, and have been sober for over a year, I cleaned up my life and am a better person for it. But I still miss what we had, I miss him, and no other relationship has developed other than a couple of one night stands.

Now back to my story and back to the hospital, Seems like hours have gone by, with nothing but that infernal beeping, no voices, suddenly my eyes open, unaware of my surroundings I see ceiling tiles, dim lights, where am I? Am I dreaming? This is a hospital, I can see tubes that seem to be in my mouth. I can’t move my head, I try to look down I see a blanket, and I can wiggle my left foot under it. It’s night time as the window is dark, I lay there for what seems to be hours, until a guy in green comes in and proclaims, hi, welcome back, and he said just stay still, and stay relaxed I’ll be right back, he walked away and I heard him say, 2B is awake, get the doctor on duty. He came back, saying, I know you can’t talk but the doctor is on his way, and I was moving my left foot, he stood at the bottom of the bed and held my foot, saying this is good, do you feel my hand, if you do wiggle your foot, inch I did. He started to explain that I was in accident and in the hospital, when a doctor came in , he explained to the doctor I could communicate with my foot. The doctor explained I was in a bad accident, and my left and right arms were casted, one to my shoulders, I had a soft neck brace, my head was bandaged and my right leg was casted from my knee to my foot, I was attached to various monitors, and tubes including a catheter, at which point I became aware of it and was able to feel a slight discomfort in my dick. He said he will contact my regular doctor who will be in to remove some of the tubes which can make me more comfortable.

A few hours later, it was Kevin who came to the bottom of the bed, my ex, but I was very happy to see someone I knew, he came closer and carefully hugged me the best he could while apologizing that he hoped he wasn’t hurting me. He sat with me explaining what he knew about the accident and my unconsciousness for the last week, he explained I had various operations to fix broken bones. I had questions but couldn’t ask them, he then explained, he was called, by police as I had still had him listed in my phone as ICE, he said he was surprised but was glad I did. He told me he called my sister on the west coast and she was standing by to fly in on the doctors recommendation. He has been in touch by phone every day. In fact he said let’s call her now, Debbie? It’s Kevin….., guess what? I’m sitting here with Bobbie, he’s awake, he still can’t talk, but his eyes are tearing up, well, I need to help him, I’ll call you back real soon, I just wanted to give you some good news before you head off to work . I was crying and couldn’t stop, Kevin wiped my eyes and I heard the heart monitor going faster, he reached under the blanket and calmed me by gently massaging my chest as he knew all to well.

The doctor finally came in, talked to me, asked questions, and painfully removed the tubes from my throat, he explained it would hurt for a while. I spoke horsily and softly, saying thank you. Get some rest , and Kevin sat with his hand on my chest as I dosed off, and he rested his head by my side.

I awoke to a nurse adjusting the bed upward to a sitting position, she removed my blanket, I discovered I was naked underneath, she removed my catheter, more discomfort. She began washing we with a nice wet hot wash cloth, she cleaned all my exposed skin, she put in a new catheter and covered me with a nice warm blanket. After she left, kevin joked, you probably never had a female touch that dick of yours in a long long time, did you enjoy it? Lol, then we talked about our relationship and what we’ve each been doing since we broke up about a year earlier, turns out, I gather we’ve both been miserable and missed each other greatly, and I absolutely loved his gentle chest massages, as the totality relaxed me.

Over the next day or two they removed my neck brace and head bandages, and I asked if the catheter could be out, they reluctantly agreed as long as I could get a nurse to help. I could work the call button with my exposed left hand.

Over the next few days, Kevin went back to work, and visited me every free moment he had and even often stayed overnight, my sister flew in and stayed for about a week before she had to head home, but we spoke via Kevin’s phone daily.

After about a week and a half, Kevin took over most nursing duties, even though the nurses stopped in regularly to check on me. He was quite good at it, we joked as he had to feed me and attend to my bed pan duties, he kidded me by touching my dick as I was peeing and he said I can jerk this thing too, I said stop that and laughed. He made sponge baths very amusing and was quite the tease at it. One evening he was doing his sensual chest rub and my little blanket tent was popping up, and he said now there’s the Bobby I used to know, with that his hand slid further down and began to make me feel the best I have in a long long time, he said after all you can’t do this yourself now can you?, I let him continue. I came quickly, and quite a lot, which now he also had to clean up, including changing the blanket out. I asked him to come closer to my face and I told him I wanted to kiss him, and I did, Boy I really missed Kevin.

Soon my casts were trimmed to be able to get better movement, my right knee was free, my left leg was ok, my right arm was still in a shoulder to hand cast and they trimmed my let arm to the elbow, this allowed me with to get into a wheelchair.

Kevin and I got closer than we ever have, and he not only jerked me off but one night while getting me into bed gave me a beautiful blow job too. That progressed to fingering my ass, and I reciprocated by giving him a blow job from my reclined wheelchair, curtains pulled of course. We had fun getting to know each other all over again.

After another week or so, they released me to his care, we went to my apartment, where he continued to care for me. As I grew stronger and more confident we experimented sexually, with new positions and excitement.

Long story short Kevin and I are back together, our relationship is stronger than ever.