Toby's Journal

While the details are vague but the next thing I remember was suddenly waking up to the stench of smelling salts and with Jake cradling my head. 

As I tried to get up, Coach Morrow said to Jake, “keep him down Jake, the paramedics will be here soon.” 

He said, “yes Coach.  They better get here fucking quick!!” 

I looked up at Jake and saw that he has this worried look on his face.  I then looked down to see that I am bare assed naked, laying on the floor of the shower room and that Jake is as well but is still holding me.

All I could say was “fuck, Tommy and Dean better not hear about this.  Help me up Jake, I feel fine.” 

Jake just said back to me “the fuck you are O'Malley, keep your stubborn ‘Mick’ ass down on the floor until the ambulance arrives.” 

I sarcastically tell him, “ok, ‘Nurse Jake’ but do you mind getting me a towel so something to cover up my junk and maybe you should get one yourself.”  Jake just said “ohh shit, sorry, everything happened so fast.  I'll get your sweats from your locker” but by then it was too late, in that the paramedics arrived.

Coach Morrow told Jake to get dressed and let the EMTs do their job and wait outside.

The EMTs did their work on me, asked me questions such as my name, if I knew where I was at, and so on as they checked my eyes, temperature, and blood pressure.  Once Jake got dressed, he was standing by the entry into the shower looking at what was going on before an EMT asked him to leave and that they will be with him shortly to answer some questions.  I tell them that he can stay if he wishes in that he saved me from having a concussion or head trauma had I been in here alone, so they allowed Jake to stay and was being questioned about what exactly happened.

Once I was stabilized, I was put on a gurney and put in the ambulance to the hospital.  Coach Morrow rode with me and the EMTs because he was an adult faculty member therefore responsible for me.  I wanted Jake to be there, but he couldn’t because he was a minor as well and not a family member.

Once in it the EMTs put an IV in me and checked my vitals and the “machine that goes ping" was reading my heart rate or something like that.  Coach Morrow was on his cell phone calling the Head Coach and the School’s Athletic Directors about what had just happened, and then eventually my parents.  When he tried to contact them, the calls went to voice-mail.  That was typical of them.  Coach Morrow asked me if there was anyone else he should call.  I gave him my aunt's phone number.  He calls it and a voice picks up, he tells her the situation and to which hospital they were taking me.

Once I arrived at the hospital, and put into an emergency room, I was hooked up to more “machines that go ping", given another IV, and then told that that a physician will be there soon while they still try to contact my parents.

For the first time in my life, I felt scared and alone while nurses probed and prodded me, took my blood as I laid bare assed naked on the gurney with just a blanket covering my lower body.

After laying there hearing the machines pinging for what seemed like an eternity, my “parents” finally showed up, well like my rather overprotective Irish mom, and my WASP of a step-father.  I could hear them arguing outside the emergency room's doors.  They were not permitted in at the moment as my medical diagnosis was still being done but I could see through the door’s window my mom was yelling “I knew this would happen Ted, you know that!  I was dead against him playing that sport.  He has the same thing that killed Patrick and you know it!  I'm not sure why I even agreed to him playing it in the first place!” 

I could see that my mom was hysterical and, in a panic, and I can understand why.  Ted on the other hand just tries to calm her down to say what happened to me was due to the unusually hot day today and that I was dehydrated. 

As they bickered with one another I just laid there in the gurney and thought about Jake and how he probably saved my life and that he must be worried sick about me and felt my dick getting hard.

After being a human lab rat and undergoing hours of tests, I was eventually moved to a normal hospital room, or as normal as it could be in that because I am seventeen, so I am going to be moved to the pediatric ward and I was to be held overnight for observation until the results of me test come in.

Two male nurses come in to place one of those paper patient gowns on me.  They help me put it on my arms and when they try to go any lower, I just say “ohh shit" in that I my dick was fully hard now and just shot a massive wad of cum. 

I felt never felt so embarrassed before in that I've never just spontaneously spooged like that before that I know of.

The Latin looking male nurse just says “it happens especially with young males of your age.  We’ll clean you up and get you to your room in no time.”

And that they do.  They were very discreet about it in that they wiped up my manly mess of shot cum and before washing off my privates and lower torso with a wet and soapy washcloth then drying it off all with towel and I swear the Latin guy was giving me a bit of a hand job while his partner was changing his gloves and getting me a new hospital gown.

Once they were done, they try again to put the new hospital gown on me and this time I didn’t shoot a wad but I still felt my dick getting hard under it.

The male orderlies wheel me from the emergency room to my regular hospital room.  As I am laying on the stretcher, I see that Jake is still there.  I give him a thumbs up.  He gives me one back and then him see him talking to Ted and my mom with my mom hugging him and Ted shaking his hand.

Once I was settled in, my teary-eyed Mom and Ted were allowed to visit me and to see how I was doing.  I said that I was feeling fine just feeling dehydrated and that's all.  I asked if Jake was still around.  Ted says that he was.  I asked him to ask him in.  My Mom says that I shouldn’t have visitors at the moment in that I needed to rest. 

I get irate and tell her off by saying “Jake is worried about me and he if wasn’t there then this could have been a lot Mom, now go get him now".  Ted complies with my request and leaves the room to summon Jake.

Both my mom and I are silent before she starts weeping again and said “my poor baby” as she attempts any sort of maternal affection towards me.

After a few minutes Jake arrived at my room and he is carrying my stuff with him.  I asked my parents to leave as Jake came into my room. 

I could see that he was still shaken and upset but I tell him that I felt fine.  He just says to me “I'm sure you are, just had me worried O'Malley.  Get well so that you can pull the ears off of a ‘gundark’ Toby and yeah you owe me.  Get better and see you soon.”

For the first time in a few hours, I laughed and replied “you have been watching ‘Star Wars’.  Get lost ‘scoundrel’ and go home.  I'm here for the night and there is nothing else you can do.  You did more than enough for me as it is.

Jake just replies back to me “get your rest ‘crop boy' and I'll see you back on the field soon and take on the opposing teams like Luke and Han, but we still need a space babe and a giant walking rug to make it all happen.”  I recommend Tommy and Dean, and he laughs.

I laugh as well and smile in that Jake does know his “Star Wars" and tell him to scram and go herd ‘nerfs’ or something but that “Scoundrel” and “Crop Boy” would be cool nicknames for one another.

He said “sure ‘Crop Boy’. Get better soon. I’ll see you when you are back home.

Jake leaves and as soon as he does my rather overprotective mother returns and I have to hear her go on and on about I shouldn’t be playing lacrosse and after five minutes of hearing her ranting and raving, I just tell in a polite way to fuck off and let me get some rest.

I tried to sleep but all I hear are the “machines that go ping” until I fall asleep thinking about Jake. .