An Unexpected Neighbor
Cases of beer on ice and a massive pile of pizzas sat on the kitchen counter. Any of Scotty’s buddies from the fire station who weren’t on shift came to help him move into his new home. A few years working at the spa brought in enough money to buy a new home and get out of his apartment. The guys jokingly referred to Scotty as their work wife, especially Chet. After supporting Scotty through his breakup with Kit, he had become closer to all of them, and in truth, he thought of them as brothers. Aside from the food and beer, he was genuinely thankful for their help, but the eye candy didn’t disappoint either. He often joked, “What’s a little perv between buddies?” and they would usually flip him off or punch him in the arm.
With their help, his furniture and belongings were inside in a few hours. The last thing to do was to remove the “For Sale” sign from the lawn. The guys made a little ceremony of it and cheered as he pulled it up and stuck it in the garage.
One thing he didn’t expect was Bobby, who ran a lawn care service on the side, to cut the grass and trim the bushes the day before. Laughing, Bobby said, “Sorry if I scared your neighbors with my shirtless, flabby ass. They’ll get a surprise when they see you next time.” Scotty laughed and gave Bobby a big hug and slapped him on his back, “Damn, man, thanks. You didn’t have to do that, but I don’t have any lawn equipment yet, so that gives me a breather.”
Bobby said, “No sweat, pal.”
Once everyone was gone and the door shut, Scotty took a deep breath and exhaled, staring at all the boxes.
All the boxes in my new fucking house!
One thing about Scotty, and everyone who worked with him knew, was that he was not a slacker. He never sat still. During any downtime at work, he would clean, cook, fix something, or help anyone who needed a hand. By midnight, all his boxes were unpacked, torn down, and neatly stacked in the garage. He would need to go to Home Depot the next day to buy lawn equipment, a grill, and a long list of other new home essentials.
On Saturday afternoon, an important text from the spa dinged on his phone – “I know you’re off the schedule this week, but a client asked specifically for you. He’s the big tipper from last month. I tried to convince him to let Jeff take him, but he was insistent that it was you or he’d reschedule. Do you want to take him?”
Scotty’s face lit up in a smile.
He’s back! And he wants me to take care of him! Fuck yeah!
Typing his response so fast he misspelled half his message, Scotty took a breath and corrected everything. Aside from really wanting to get his hands on Brent’s cock and body again, he could use the money after everything he just purchased.
He typed out, “You bet! Let me know what time and I’ll be there.”
Setting his phone down, Scotty glanced at the tent in his shorts. The thought of being with Brent again had him instantly hard.
I need to cool my jets. Brent’s straight. He’s a stud, and I enjoy taking care of him, but it will never be anything but a dispassionate release to him.
Going into the master suite bathroom, Scotty started the hot water running and disrobed. His cock pointed straight up, with the head touching his belly button. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexed. He was sweaty from being in the garage earlier, and the stark lighting accentuated his physique. Not anywhere close to Brent, Scotty was still in fantastic shape. The first thing he unpacked in the bathroom was his jar of Albolene, and scooping some out, he lubed up his erection. Standing in front of his mirror, Scotty began to stroke himself, remembering how Brent’s cock felt in his hand. He fantasized that his own cock was Brent’s and edged himself. The room filled with steam, which made him sweat more, and eventually he grunted loudly as his load erupted, shooting above the mirror and onto the wall. When he came back to himself, he laughingly thought: My first cum stain in the new house. Way to go, Scotty! Wetting a washcloth, he cleaned up his discharge and jumped in the shower.
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It turned out Brent wanted to meet at 10:00 pm that night, which gave Scotty a little more time to work on organizing his kitchen and make a grocery run. At 9:45 pm he arrived at the spa and logged in, checking to see if Brent had made any changes to his preferences. Scotty grinned when he noticed one addition – Brent liked his balls played with.
This guy just keeps getting better.
Brent paid for a four-hour session, so Scotty would have him until 2:00 am. He wished Brent had chosen an all-nighter, but those were expensive and not many clients selected that option. At 9:58 pm the chime went off, letting Scotty know that Brent was in the room and waiting.
Hot damn, here we go.
If anything, Brent looked even hotter than before. His chest hair was a bit longer than last time. His body fat percentage seemed slightly higher, so he didn’t look as insanely ripped, but to Scotty, the extra weight made him look even more natural and attractive. He appeared slightly sunburned. He wore the same mask as in his first session and was already hard and dripping, just like on his initial visit. As before, Brent was aware when Scotty entered the room.
“Hello, Brent. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Hi, Scott. I appreciate you meeting me. I was told you’re on vacation.”
“It’s fine. You’re worth coming in for. I hope that’s not too forward, but you are way above my average client. I don’t mean that to sound crass.”
The side of Brent’s mouth rose slightly in an almost cocky grin, and he said, “Well, I’m glad we’ll both get something out of this.”
Scotty said, “I don’t like exact repeats of sessions. I like to keep things fresh for both of us, so I thought tonight I’d start with a massage, but I see you have a bit of a sunburn.”
“It’s fine. I tan fast. My skin is warm, but there’s no discomfort. Knock yourself out. I’ve never had a real massage before.”
“You’re joking, right? I figured anyone into bodybuilding would be more than familiar with getting one.”
“Well, I’m not really into bodybuilding. Not like you mean, anyway. I have good genetics, work out hard, eat right, and it shows. I read a lot and follow some guys on social media. The neighbor I worked out with recently moved, so I’m currently without a workout partner. I’m a bit put out by that. I can’t push myself as hard on my own.”
Scotty was amazed that Brent was actually having a conversation with him, and he loved the interaction.
“I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone. With your physique, I bet you’ll have to beat guys off with a stick.”
“I work out at home, not a gym. I don’t have much interaction with people.”
“I see. How about you lie down on the bed, and my hands will interact with your muscles?”
“Sounds great.”
Brent stood still, waiting for Scotty to guide him to the bed. Scotty was sure Brent was aware of the bed’s location, but he seemed to want Scotty to guide him, and it was Scotty’s turn to exhibit a slight smile. Gripping Brent’s shoulders firmly, Scotty gave them a slight squeeze as he led him to the edge of the bed, where Brent bent over and crawled to the middle.
“Sorry, I didn’t order an actual massage table. The massage was a bit of a last-minute decision.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind at all. I know I’ll enjoy it.”
After a slight pause, Brent added, “Your hands are magic.”
Brent felt for a pillow, put it under his head, and stretched out.
God, the back of him is just as magnificent as the front. The definition in his back is insane, and he must squat a ton to get those quads and glutes.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how much do you squat?”
“Right now 550, but I’ve gone higher. Without a workout partner, I’m just maintaining right now.”
Scotty pulled a bottle of oil from a drawer and rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “The oil might be a little cool at first, especially with your sunburn.”
Crawling over, Scotty straddled Brent so he could work on his upper back first. Opening the oil, he drizzled some over Brent’s back, shoulders, and arms. Their conversation lagged as Scotty began his massage in earnest.
Brent exhaled often and began to emit small moans as Scotty worked on his body. The massage was legitimate; Scotty was a certified masseuse, but he also made it sensual, enjoying Brent’s body. Brent’s preference stated that he liked his muscles admired.
Breaking the silence, Brent asked, “Hey Scott?”
“Yeah? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah.” Brent sounded hesitant, but continued, “I want to thank you for our first session. I had never done anything like this, and no one has ever done what you did. You made it easy and comfortable, and I just want to tell you how much I appreciate it.”
Scotty smiled, “You’re welcome. Not to toot my own horn, but I am pretty good at my job. Some clients make it easier than others, and you’re a real treasure. I know this will sound judgmental and disrespectful, but I get some really overweight and out-of-shape people, and sometimes it’s difficult. Everyone deserves pleasure, and I always do my best, but some people are easier than others. I’m glad I made it easy on you. I think you needed the release.”
Brent sighed, “I did.” The tone of his voice told Scotty he was serious and grateful, and it also indicated a lot of stress in Brent’s life. The spa had strict rules about not developing relationships with customers, and the session was most likely being recorded, so he steered clear of digging any deeper, but he wished he could. Even though he had only met Brent once before, and their interaction was only sexual, Brent was one of those people that Scotty felt drawn to and wanted to know. Beyond his looks and body, he wished they could be friends.
To keep the conversation light, Scotty smiled and said, “Well, you’re welcome back as often as you like. I’ll do my best to make it worth your while.”
The conversation lagged again, and Scotty continued the massage. Scotty noticed Brent tense up a bit, and was afraid that their conversation touched on something in his personal life.
“Why don’t you turn over, and I’ll finish your top half. I’ll get your legs after.”
Scotty noticed the big wet spot in the bed where Brent had been leaking precum the entire time. He was so hard his cock sprang back and forth a few times like a metal rod.
“I’m going to go out of order here. You look like you need a pre-release.”
Brent chuckled and said, “I figured I’d get a happy ending, but I’ll take a happy beginning or middle.”
Grabbing the lube, Scotty said, “Put your arms behind your head and spread your legs.”
With the attention once again on his cock, Brent’s excitement became more noticeable in his breathing, and his cock seemed to flex involuntarily.
Or maybe he’s doing it on purpose to get my attention?
Getting beside Brent, Scotty leaned over and began to kiss and nibble on his neck, slowly moving down his chest. Brent’s subtle squirming when Scotty got close to one of his nipples was a turn on, and he gasped as soon as Scotty took one in his mouth, hardening his tongue and flicking it.
“Fuuuuck.”
Scotty ran a hand down Brent’s torso and cupped his balls. They were drawn up tight in his excitement, and Scotty pulled on them gently. Kissing his way down Brent’s abs, he kissed the head of his cock and flicked his tongue over it as well, fluttering it over the nerves below the head.
He loved the resulting whimpers and the fresh taste of Brent’s precum that oozed out. Kissing down Brent’s cock, Scotty started giving his balls a warm tongue bath.
“Oh fuck. No one’s ever done that to me.”
Scotty took one ball in his mouth and rolled it around, using his tongue. After a minute he switched to the other one and did the same. Brent squirmed and curled his toes. His heavy breathing and sweat told Scotty he was on track.
Pulling off, Scotty said, “Your balls are big, I’m not sure I can get both in my mouth without it hurting some.”
Brent sounded desperate, and he gasped, “Fucking try. I’ll let you know if it hurts too much.”
Scotty managed it and he began stroking Brent in earnest with both balls in his mouth. It was too much for Brent and his cock bolted in Scotty’s hand. Focused on Brent’s pleasure, he made sure to adjust his stroke so as not to hit the hypersensitive spot on the back of his head. He continued stroking him and, after a minute, released his balls.
“Did you like that?”
“God. Fuck. Yeah, that was over the top.”
“And I didn’t even touch your nipples.”
“Jesus, if you ever manage to do all that at the same time, I think I’d die. I’d die happy, but I’m not sure I could take it.”
“I’m not pushing this, and it is more expensive, but I could always have a co-worker join us if you want us to double-team you like that.”
“I don’t know. Let me get used to just you first. Honestly, right now I can’t image doing this with anyone else.”
Scotty’s heart skipped a beat when Brent said that. He knew it wasn’t emotional on Brent’s part, and more a matter of trust, but his comment still went a long way with Scotty.
Not wanting Brent’s excitement to dim, he lay down beside him for a moment in a side hug, remembering Brent’s desire for body contact. Resting his head against Brent’s upper chest and shoulder, Scotty ran his fingers teasingly up and down Brent’s cock. He enjoyed running his thumb over the full head and smearing the precum around. Brent remained hard, with no hint of softening.
Scotty raised his head to study Brent’s stubbled jawline. He felt the heat of his sunburn and smelled him. He exuded a manly scent that made Scotty’s cock twitch.
Fuck he smells good.
“You don’t have to answer this, but did you take anything before you came tonight? Cialis? Viagra? Or one of the newer designer mixes?”
Brent grinned cockily and replied, “No, this is all me. A few of the supplements I take help with blood flow. I know some of them are sold as ED drugs, but I don’t take them for that.”
Scotty chuckled, “Fuck, Brent, you won the genetic lotto. I’ve never had a client stay so hard.”
Brent smiled, “Do I get a trophy?”
Scotty chuckled, “You are the trophy, stud. We still have three hours, and you’ve only cum once. I’m going to finish the massage to relax you, and then I’m going to work your cock over again.”
Brent didn’t respond, but his breathing deepened and his legs spread a little wider in anticipation.
“And no, I haven’t forgotten about these.”
Scotty touched Brent’s nipples, gently teasing them, and his cock lurched against Scotty’s butt. Scotty wondered how Brent would feel about having his armpits eaten out. He might never have thought about it, and it might be something Scotty could introduce him to.
After Brent’s next orgasm, Scotty soothingly ran his hands over Brent wherever he could reach. He wanted to give Brent the cuddle time he requested in his profile, but after a short pause, he lifted his head. Brent’s arms were still behind his head, exposing his armpits and Scotty said, “I want to try something new.”
Moving his head close, Scotty ran his tongue across the sparse hair of Brent’s deep armpit. He jerked slightly at the unexpected sensation, but held still as Scotty continued.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“Some guys like it. Thanks for not going heavy on the deodorant tonight, or this doesn’t work so well.”
“I intentionally didn’t use any after my shower tonight. Not that I thought something like that might happen, but I like the sweat I work up here.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I don’t understand that, but I’m glad you do. I heard about this place from a co-worker. He’s straight, too, but he said the guys here really know how to make another guy feel the best. So, I thought I’d try it, and I got you, and had the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life. I love my wife, but we aren’t able to have sex anymore, and this seems like a potential alternative.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Brent. I’m glad you came here, though. It seems simple, but men need relief, and guys know what drives other guys.”
“Matthew’s sure knows how to drive my bank account.”
Scotty chuckled, “Yeah, they do charge, and I appreciate the tip last month, too. Don’t feel obligated to do that again.”
“You opened a door in me, Scott. I’m straight, but… this is just sex, right?”
“Don’t worry about labels, Brent. The world is full of them, and it seems like every day new ones pop up. It just divides everybody. You do you, and enjoy this.”
All the while they spoke, Scotty kept stimulating Brent in some way, keeping him aroused. There was a lull in their conversation, and Scotty said, “Let’s get back to it. I still need to get some loads out of you. I want you to get your money’s worth.”
Brent stayed quiet and let Scotty take over again. Scotty’s hands were magic, as well as his tongue, and over the next few hours he coaxed another five loads out of Brent. Once again, Brent was a sweaty mess when it was over, but he was completely relaxed this time. He went quiet again, and seemed pensive, but he didn’t cry.
He did say, “Thanks,” before he quietly left.
Scotty sat in the room for a while. The sheets on the bed smelled like Brent, and he jerked off again from his own excitement at the smell and the memory of the man he just worked over. Scotty rarely felt melancholy when a client left, but he did.
I can’t catch feelings for this guy. I can’t. Things are going too good right now for me to fuck up my life by fawning over some unattainable straight guy. Get a grip, Scotty.
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Scotty had high hopes that Brent would come back at least once a month, but he disappeared. Initially upset, Scotty thought it was probably for the best. His work husband, Chet, noticed Scotty’s moodiness and invited him over for an outdoor BBQ with Chet, his wife, and their kids. Chet’s two children, Chet Jr. and Lizzie, loved their Uncle Scotty, and they always lifted his spirits. Lizzie enjoyed helping Scotty put on sunscreen and drew pictures on his back with the lotion. The next day, the guys at the firehouse burst into laughter when Scotty changed his shirt, revealing her drawing on his slight sunburn. Scotty, who was fair-skinned and usually turned more red than tan, had her white drawing starkly visible on his skin.
Work went well, and Scotty spent a lot of time on his house. He had a number of projects he wanted to work on. Luckily, with all the side talents at the firehouse, Scotty learned a lot about basic carpentry, electrical work, and general construction.
At first, Scotty often thought about Brent, but over time, he thought about him less. He frequently jerked off to memories of their sessions and the feel of touching such an incredible man so intimately. Brent’s natural charisma and military bearing were a big attraction for Scotty.
His incredible muscles and that gorgeous cock of his sure didn’t hurt either.
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Brent got home around 3:00 am after his session with Scott. Taking his time during the drive, he had to work through the guilt of his actions. Scott made it so easy, and Brent had never experienced such intense orgasms. Scott’s hands were magic.
Brent loved his wife, Sue. She was his world, but sadly, that world was slowly crumbling. His first marriage had been a disaster. One month into his first deployment, she left him for another Marine, saying she couldn’t handle him being gone.
Fuck, I wonder how long she’ll stay with the new poor schmuck. Good riddance.
After two four-year deployments, Brent decided he had had enough of the military. Once a Marine, always a Marine, but he wanted to return to a more typical life. Like many veterans, he struggled to adjust to civilian life, and Sue was an invaluable help. Brent found a job as a military analyst with the DOD, working mostly from home with occasional travel. He met Sue at the Pentagon during work, and they quickly fell for each other.
They had a few wonderful years together and tried to have kids, but something felt off. Sue started feeling ill, and after numerous tests, she was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. They were devastated. Her condition worsened quickly, and she was now bedridden at home. Brent earned enough to hire a nurse who came daily to assist, and he was home most of the time as well.
The spark in his soul slowly faded as Sue’s decline progressed. He loved her deeply. She was his world, and all he could do was watch her fade away. He put on a brave face and did his best to lift her spirits, but the truth was she had less than a year to live.
Shortly after her initial diagnosis, her doctors wanted to treat her condition aggressively, but even with everything they could try, it wouldn’t matter, and might not extend her life. So they chose palliative care at home.
Brent didn’t know what else to do for her except to be there. He worked out his emotions in his garage gym, pushing himself and screaming at his inner demons. Sue had quieted those demons, but they returned with a vengeance amid his helplessness.
During a short trip to Washington, one of Brent’s co-workers noticed his tension. Mark, an old Marine buddy he had met in Afghanistan, was someone Brent felt he could confide in about Sue’s condition. After several beers, Mark mentioned the idea of Brent visiting Matthew and Sons Spa. Mark spent a lot of time in Atlanta for work and had visited a few times. After his own divorce, he worked so hard that he didn’t have time to date, and decided that letting someone else satisfy him without emotional attachment might be a good idea. He suggested Brent give it a try.
At first Brent laughed, but he and Sue hadn’t been able to have intercourse for the last year, and even though he jerked off a few times a day, he needed more. He felt weak and guilty about that and tried to bury it until his sexual frustration got to be too much. When he started snapping at people around him, he knew he had to do something.
So, he scheduled his appointment and met Scott. He knew Scott was gay, but he didn’t act gay, not in the way Brent expected. Scott was manly, with a strong, muscular build, and seemed to understand Brent’s needs without judgment.
His first session was mind-blowing, but at the end, thoughts about cheating on Sue came crashing down in his mind, and he choked out a sob and quickly left. It took another month to work up the courage to go back, but it had to be Scott again. Scott opened that door for him, and in Brent’s mind, Scott was the only one who could keep it open. Something about Scott felt safe. He had never been physically or emotionally intimate with another man. Mark was his best Marine buddy and the closest thing he had to a brother, but Scott… well, once another man had your dick in their hand and mouth, and played your erogenous zones like a fiddle…
Fuck, no one, not even Sue, ever made me feel like that.
Snapping his mind back to the present, Brent pulled into his driveway at 4:00 am. Shan, the hospice nurse’s car was still there. He had asked her to stay longer and paid her well. He didn’t explain where he had been, and Shan didn’t ask any questions, even if she had her suspicions.
Quietly, he entered the house through the garage. Shan was still up and sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee.
“Hey, Shan. What are you doing up?”
“She had a rough night. She’s asleep for now. She’s at her maximum dose, but the pain meds aren’t working as well.”
Brent’s expression was difficult to read. His eyes seemed bright in the dim light, and he roughly scrubbed a hand over his face.
Shan said, “Maybe the doctors can adjust her meds, but she’s so doped up already she barely knows what’s going on.”
Brent sniffed and swiped at the tears in his eyes, “Oh, God.”
He stood still for a few seconds and then said, “I’m going to look in on her.”
Entering their bedroom, Sue lay on the bed. Shan kept a scarf on her head to keep her hair contained. She was so thin, and her pallor was almost gray. Kneeling beside her, Brent took her hand in his and kissed it, whispering, “I love you. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes opened, and she said, “HI, Sweetie.”
When she saw his tears, she quietly said, “I want to touch your face.”
He lifted her hand to rest it against his rough cheek, and she rubbed her thumb through his tears. “It’s okay. Don’t be sad.”
“I’ll talk to the doctors tomorrow about adjusting your pain meds. Maybe they can do something.”
Looking at the devastation on his face, she said, “I’m sorry.”
Breaking down, Brent began sobbing and rested his head on her chest. Her arms wrapped around his head, stroking his hair as she tried to comfort him.
After a minute, he said, “I’ll get my shit together. I’m sorry. I’m the one who’s supposed to take care of you.”
“You are.”
Her voice faded as she drifted off to sleep with her arms still around him. He resettled her and left the room to splash some cold water on his face.
Going back into the kitchen, he told Shan, “You can head home if you want. I’ll be here the next few days.”
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Brent called his boss the next day to request his remaining PTO days and an extension for medical leave. His office was aware of his wife’s condition and fully supportive. His boss assured him that his request would be approved, and he would continue to receive a full paycheck.
Brent held a Zoom meeting with Sue’s primary doctor the following afternoon to discuss her medication, but she was at the limit of what was legally allowed. New government regulations limited the dosage of opioid medications and weren’t designed for extreme cases like Sue’s.
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Brent barely left Sue’s side. Shan helped by bringing him food, but he looked horrible. Sue’s decline was happening much faster than anyone anticipated, and after three months, she took her last breath in Brent’s arms.
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Scotty and a few of the guys were re-rolling the main hoses on the firetruck when the alarm sounded. A 911 call was received reporting a possible death and overdose. Dropping everything, they hurried to gear up, and Scotty and Chet jumped into the ambulance.
When the GPS map came up, Chet exclaimed, “Scotty! This call is in your neighborhood.”
“No shit? My neighborhood isn’t very social and I’ve only met a few of my neighbors. People wave, but that’s about it. Fuck, I hate this. Possible death and an overdose. Jesus.”
The dispatcher came over the radio, “There’s a hospice nurse at the location to let you in. There’s one woman, deceased, and another man, possibly her husband, who is unconscious.”
Chet drove like Speed Racer through traffic, and in less than ten minutes, they pulled up in front of a house three doors down from Scotty’s on the opposite side of the street.
Shit. I’ve never seen the folks who live here. It’s always quiet. I see the car in the driveway a lot, but I’ve never actually seen anyone who lives here.
As Chet brought the ambulance to a stop, they got out and grabbed their emergency gear. An African-American woman stood at the door, frantically waving for them.
“Hurry, please!”
As they approached and followed her into the house, Scotty asked, “What happened?”
“I work for Mr. Haddock. I’m his wife’s nurse. She had Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and must have passed away in her sleep. She was already gone when I arrived this morning. Mr. Haddock must have taken her pain pills. He’s still breathing, but I can’t wake him.”
Following Shan into the bedroom, Scotty and Chet saw the deceased woman on the bed. A large muscular man lay on the floor, face down. The room smelled horrible. The woman’s bowels had released when she passed, and the man, presumably her husband, had vomited repeatedly. Turning him over, Scotty started to get his vitals.
Shan held out the empty bottle of pain pills to show them what he had taken.
Chet asked, “Do you know how many pills he took?”
Shan said, “The bottle was mostly empty, but there were probably seven or eight left.”
Chet said, “Prepping Narcan.”
Scotty had just finished hooking up the EKG cables when the heart monitor went flat.
“Fuck! Get the pads!”
Ripping open the man’s shirt, Scotty was stunned. There was something familiar about him, but in the rush, he hadn’t paid attention to it. A US Marine Corps Globe and Anchor tattoo was on his right side rib cage. It was Brent! Fuck!
Oh God, no! You fucker! Why did you do this!?
Scotty applied the defibrillator pads, Chet set the charge, and hollered, “Clear!”
Brent bucked up from the shock, but still wasn’t breathing. “Again!”
A brief pause occurred while the machine powered up, and as soon as the light turned on, Chet yelled again, “Clear!”
The EKG monitor remained flat.
Scotty immediately started chest compressions, and Chet gave Brent the Narcan shot before applying the ventilator mask.
Brent was a large man and very strong, so Scotty had to push hard to get the movement he needed. He felt a few of Brent’s ribs crack, but it was expected and helped him achieve the deeper movement he wanted.
Come on, you fucker!
Sweat dripped into Scotty’s eyes from his effort and anxiety. In his mind, he recited the Bee Gees’ “Staying Alive” as he was taught. The tempo was roughly a hundred beats a minute.
“Come on, Brent! Come back!”
Shan hovered at the doorway, tears in her eyes, praying Brent would survive.
It felt like forever, but after a minute, the heart monitor beeped, and Scotty slumped in relief.
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