Kane

'What's happened?'

'We've a young man here, a young black man, who's been involved in an accident. Forgive us bothering you, but he asked us to get into contact with you. You don't happen to know any young black men, do you?'

Her tone, her emphasis on his colour, clearly announced her skepticism that a young black lad from inner city London might possibly have anything to do with the owner of the luxury property on the cliff above Padstow. I bit my tongue.

'Yes, l do Officer. If his name is Kane Desmond Banda and he's born 2nd November? Is he ok? Is he hurt? What's happened to him?'

'Oh, right.'

Her surprise was palpable. But, she recovered quickly, and then in an almost motherly tone:

'Well, he is hurt but he's going to be ok. He's in the Royal Devon in Exeter.'

'Oh shit! What happened? Can l speak to him?'

'Well, he was hit by a car as he was trying to hitch-hike onto the M5. He's got a few broken bones but he's a very lucky young man to be honest. He's actually asleep at the moment. It took us a while to track down this number as he didn't have it with him! Which, forgive me, was why l was a bit sceptical to be honest!'

'Can l come and see him?'

'Well, he did say you were the only person he had for us to call, so yes, I think he'd really like that ... poor kid!'

***

Two and a half hours later, l was pulling into the Royal Devon's carpark. I would have been there about an hour earlier but, as I put the key in the ignition after putting down the phone, I caught a whiff of armpit. I high-tailed it back inside! I then thought maybe driving on an empty stomach and no caffeine after zero sleep might mean me ending up in the next bed to him. So, l wolfed down coffee and brekkie, almost at the same time as having a shower! Then it was jump back in the car but of course, l was already ten minutes out of Padstow before I thought that actually a change of clothes, some snacks and more especially his phone would be useful. So, back around the Trekennig roundabout and home again, foot to the floor!!! All accompanied by a few choice swearwords!

I was in a maelstrom of emotions as l hurried down the ward corridor, looking for Bay D, Bed 3. 'How badly hurt was he?' & 'Where to for us now?' were up there for sure! But after all, he had asked the police to contact me, so presumably, that was a good sign, no? But then again, he had no-one else to be called!

My worrying and doubts went flying the second he saw me. The most beautiful face in southwestern England broke into his trademark grin as soon as he clapped eyes on me. The smile went up as far as his eyes too, not just his mouth and l swear I saw his shoulders lift there and then. He was sitting up in bed, bare-chested with just a sheet over his lower half and even then there was a fair bit of bare hip and bum cheek on view. His right leg looked elevated and his right arm was bent across his chest in a sling. Left leg was in a strange position with the knee visible as it poked out oddly from under the sheet.

'You came.'

'Of course.'

'I was worried you wouldn't.'

'Well, I had to think about it!!'

His smile dropped.

'For all of a nanosecond!'

'Bastard!'

'So, what's the damage? Broken arm and leg I guess?'

'Broken right femur. Broken ulna. Both clean breaks though. Minor lacerations to both hands too! Just don't feel like they're minor!'

He noded at his bandaged fingers which were so swollen he could barely wiggle them.

'No wanking for a while for me it would seem!'

'Ha! Ha! But no long-term implications?'

'Balls might explode apparently! If not emptied regularly!'

'Aaaaaaaghhhh! Be serious!'

'I can't be! I'm so happy!'

'Kane ... you've broken two limbs and you're happy? I think it's your head we should be worried about!'

'That you came, stupid! Come sit on the other side so l can at least touch you! A kiss even?'

'I'm gonna go if you're gonna call me stupid!' 

But me and my chair were already halfway around the bed as I said it! I gave him a quick kiss and held his forearm. Gingerly.

'No, doc said they both should heal up fine, as I'm young, fit, healthy!' he said, tapping my hand. 'Just going to be a good few weeks to get back to ..., err, .. normal ... '

He tailed off into silence, not daring to say anything further.

'You do know I'm going to take the piss out of you continually, don't you!? And put dill in everything!'

He stared at me, not comprehending at first, then that killer-grin returned once he understood what I was really saying. The one food ingredient he couldn't abide was dill.

'Sure?'

'Yes, you stupid bastard! I won't let anyone else take care of you?'

His eyes filled but then he broke into laughter and started shaking his head:

'Ha ha! You can start now!'

It was my turn not to comprehend until he lifted up the sheet. His dick was poking out of the side of white hospital-issue modesty briefs into a plastic urine bottle stuck awkwardly between his cast and left leg. He held up his bandaged left hand by way of explanation.

'I was waiting for the nurse, Tom, to come and take this! I can't grab anything!'

I pulled the the privacy curtains around his bed, then, pulling back the sheet, l leaned in and took hold of his dick, feeling it move and swell slightly as I shook it a little in the neck of the bottle to remove any drops. I heard Kane sigh and, after putting the bottle on the cabinet, gave him a naughty grin for a change and stroked him to full hardness. Which took all of two seconds! I glanced up and saw the curtain being pulled back and had barely enough time to tuck him back in, still very much hard. The look on Tom's face was utterly priceless, going from initial surprise at what he'd clearly disturbed to disappointment when he looked at the obvious erection now safely hidden and then realised what he'd missed out on!