Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1981

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1981
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Are you okay, Cathy?”

“His name is Peter Grimshaw,” I said pulling myself away from the sink in which I’d just vomited.

“You know him?”

“He was in France with my son on a school party, visiting the battlefields and they got assaulted in a public convenience. Peter seems to have taken it harder than Danny did.”

“Your boy was one of the victims, too?”

I nodded.

“Oh Geez, Cathy, if I’d known I’d never have called you.”

“Shall we see what I can do?” Ken nodded and led me into the cubicle where Peter lay connected to a dextrose drip and a blood drip in his other arm. He looked very ill, which he was from blood loss alone.

There was a large blood soaked dressing on his groin. I felt so sad for this young man, who would now be blighted for the rest of his life all because he felt guilty about having a seminal discharge while being sodomised. Apart from the fact he’d need regular testosterone shots for the rest of his natural life, he’d miss out on a sex life unless he could find some clever plastic surgeon to build him a new phallus, which would be like the sort David has. I hoped he’d recover from this–what a mess.

“I stitched him up to reduce further bleeding but he’s very weak, so if you can help him.”

“Of course,” I sat by his bedside and grabbed his hand. “Hello, Peter, it’s Dr Watts, Danny’s mum. I hope you don’t mind my coming to see you, but I was told you’d had an accident and feel pretty rotten.

“I can help you if you’ll let me. I’m just going to sit here for a few minutes and listen to your mind, then I can best decide how to guide you.” I sat quietly and tried to tune out various hospital noises, machines beeping, voices in the distance and so on.

I concentrated on going inside myself, almost so my consciousness could flow with the energy and pick up on his thoughts. I saw him standing naked over the toilet with a kitchen knife cursing his genitals for betraying him and seemingly enjoy the assault. He told them they’d never do it again, with that he grabbed at them and with a single slash he removed the lot, blood went everywhere but he somehow managed to flush the toilet before he collapsed. Then I saw his father come bursting into the loo and start the rescue.

“Peter, I saw your agony over what happened in the public toilet and feel your pain, but you’re not responsible for anything that happened–you must believe me on this–you are not responsible for what your body did, it wasn’t showing pleasure, it was a reflex. When the attacker’s penis pressed on your prostate it emptied and that is usually a pleasant feeling, but it wasn’t one for which you’re responsible any more than you would be for your leg jumping if someone tapped you on the tendon below the knee–it’s almost a reflex like the knee jerk.

“I need you to know that you are innocent of all of that has happened to you and your parents are really worried about you. They love you very much and want you to get better, so they can share their love with you. So please concentrate on my voice because I’m going to lead you back to them.

“I’m not sure where you are, but wherever it is if you look around you you’ll see a blue light, perhaps like a ball of light or even a star. Look around you and find that light, now follow it and stay with it. It’s very important that you stay with the light and listen to my voice.

“If you can squeeze my hand when you’ve found the light, then I’ll know where you are.” I waited for a very long ten seconds and his hand twitched. “Good, now stay with me and the light and I’ll get you home safe and sound.”

For the next ten minutes all I felt from him was this sadness and a sort of repressed anger. I kept reassuring him and drew his spirit towards me. When I felt he was close I gave him a virtual hug and reassured him again.

“You’re still upset about what happened, but it will get better, and your parents are so worried because they love you so much–we all love you, Peter. Now open your eyes and tell me you’re back with me.”

I watched his eyes moving under his eyelids, the drips ticking gently behind me, and I retained hold of his hand, pouring in the energy. His eyes opened and he blinked at me. “Hello,” I said and smiled at him.

He looked puzzled.

“Yes, I can talk to you in your dreams–clever, eh?”

He smiled weakly.

“Would you like to see your mum and dad?”

“Where am I?”

“In hospital, I’m afraid–you had an accident, remember?”

“Not really–I’ve got a nasty pain in my thingy.”

“Okay, I’ll ask the doctor to give you something, but wait here and I’ll get your mum and dad.” I squeezed his hand and then dashed out to get them before he lapsed into sleep again.

I got Ken to ask them to see him and also asked him to give him some more pain meds. He nodded. “He’ll survive but he has little memory of what he did. When he realises the full implications, he’s going to need professional psychotherapy to come to terms with it.”

“He should have been seeing someone today–sad he couldn’t wait.”

“Very–were they able to recover his missing bits?”

“They tried but they were so contaminated–it was useless. I’m afraid his voice isn’t going to break without some help.”

“I must get back to my lot–please, if his parents ask what I was doing here–he might forget yet–tell them I do a special type of hypnosis to help bring people out of comas and help them heal more quickly.”

“Good idea–thanks again, sorry about the personal connection.”

“I’m glad you called me.”

“They said you had a premonition about him being in trouble and made his father go and check on him, otherwise he would have died for sure.”

“I hope not, he’s a nice kid and a good friend of Danny’s.”

I picked up my bag and coat and collected the car just before the security people discovered it. Driving home I wondered what I was going to tell Danny, but I suspect he’s going to need his help, particularly when he goes back to school–which won’t be for a while.

I arrived unnoticed and was going up to my bedroom to hang up my coat when I heard Trish and Livvie talking–mainly Trish. “Well at least they got to have some sex–it’s more than we do.”

I stepped into the room. “I heard that, Trish.”

“Oh, Mummy, you’re back.”

“Yes I’m back and I’m cross at what you just said.”

“What did I say?” she was blushing like a brake light.

“You know what you said–just remember a few things–you’ve been assaulted sexually–remember? It wasn’t fun, was it?”

“No, Mummy, it was horrible.”

“Yeah, well that’s what Peter and Danny had happen to them.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. It was brutal and painful, and they could be scarred for life.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of it like that.”

“Well do so, and if you wish to talk about sex, come and see me or speak to Stephanie; she’ll be here again in a few days.” With that I left the girls and went to find Danny to speak with him about Peter. I get all the nicest jobs, don’t I?

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