"Yes, Mrs. Randall. He is in good hands here. No, I don't advise air travel for at least 48 hours..."
I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes, preparing myself to talk with my wife again. The pain in my head was seeping back in my skull and I felt nauseous again. I focused on my breathing and felt my heart slowing back down. Deep breaths. Calm. I fell asleep.
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I woke about 30 minutes later. The doctor was shaking me and talking slowly, "Jason, come on...let's get you up and out of here. We should get you home and cleaned up and to bed. You will feel better tomorrow."
"My wife...." I stammered.
"I talked to her and told her you fell asleep. She is worried but happy with the care you are receiving. I told her we were transporting you to a different location to recoup your strength over the next few days. Told her it was like a spa – once you see it, you will agree. She has my cell phone number if she wants to call."
I nodded and got up slowly. The doctor put his arm in mine and led me out of the office and down the hallway. We exited the building and I saw Tom behind the wheel of a big SUV. The doctor opened up the back door of the truck and helped me inside, then climbed in next to me. I lay back and closed my eyes as the truck started moving. The motion was making me sick. I focused on my breathing again and must have fallen asleep.
I woke again as the truck came to a stop. I was laying up against the doctor, my head in shoulder, my arm wrapped around his chest. He seemed to be hugging me, too. I pulled back quickly and looked at him. "Shhh, it's ok. We are home. Let's get you inside."
The truck came to rest in the garage. Tom got out and opened my door and I slowly exited the vehicle. The car next to me was a Porche 911 convertible. Yellow in color. And next to that was a red Jeep Wrangler and a BMW motorcycle. These guys liked their toys.
Tom and the doctor led me inside the house. The home seemed expansive with wide spaces and lots of windows. I was led past a kitchen and living room down a hallway towards a bedroom. It was decorated in dark brown colors, very masculine. Tom brought me over to a bed. The doctor started closing the blinds and curtains and turned on a lamp in the corner of the room. Tom was pulling back the covers on the bed.
"I have to pee."
I stood slowly and Tom led me to an attached bathroom. It was large with a shower, tub, toilet and sink. I was struggling with the tie on the scrubs and Tom swooped in – untying them for me. They fell right to the floor. Tom led me to the toilet and I sat down. I peed forever, it felt great. When I pushed the last few drops from my body I could feel a clenching in my ass and felt my cock grow a bit. Not hard, but chubbier than usual. I leaned forward and rested.
"You OK?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, just tired. Hungry, too," I answered.
"Let's get you back in bed. I will make you something to eat."
Tom helped me up from the toilet and flushed it for me. I was planning on pulling the pants up and Tom said, "Just leave them here, I will get them later."
I stepped out of them and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with only the top on. It was so large on me, that it covered my cock and balls and looked like a mini dress. Tom led me over to the bed. As I was sitting down, the doctor came into the room with a large glass of water and some pills. He handed me both of them.
"Drink all the water. The pills are just Tylenol. You will need them," he stated.
I popped the pills in my mouth and I drank the entire glass of water – it must have been 24 ounces or so. I didn't realize I was so thirsty...it was like I couldn't get enough water. I drank so quickly that some of it spilled on my top. When I was finished, Tom grabbed the empty glass and filled it in the bathroom and brought it back – putting it on the bedside table. Next to the glass of water was an alarm clock. The time read 9:07pm.
"Keep drinking as much water as you can, Jason," the doctor said. "Hey, why don't you take off that wet shirt, we will get you something else to wear."
I slowly reached up and pulled the top off my body, leaving me nude again. I pulled my legs into the bed and lay back, pulling the covers over my body. My eyes were so heavy that I couldn't even keep them open.
"Scott is bringing your things over here from the hotel around noon tomorrow. Get some sleep. We will need to wake you every 3 hours or so..." the doctor stated.
I never heard the end of his sentence. I was out like a light. My dreams were crazy. Wild sex. Images of men. Women. Orgies. I woke with a start. I opened my one working eye and looked around me. I remembered I was in someone's house – yeah, the doctors. I had to pee again. I looked at the clock. It was almost 11pm. I pulled back the blankets. I was dripping wet in sweat. The cool air felt good. I slowly walked to the bathroom, a few dim lights had been left on to guide me. I stood in front of the toilet and voided again. I peed so long I had to hold on to the wall for support. My urine was almost clear in color. I walked to the sink and looked up. I was horrified to see myself.
The first thing I noticed was the black eye. Very swollen. Purple. The further away from my eye the lighter the color, until it got a sickly yellowish-grey color. There was a bandage on my upper forehead. I had a couple days stubble on my face. I turned on the water and washed my face. My eye stung to the touch. I dabbed my face with a towel. I tried prying my eye open and could squint out of it slightly...and saw my eye was rather blood-shot.
My stomach was growling. I remembered an offer of dinner and made my way out of the bathroom and bedroom, then into the hallway. I could hear noises coming from the end of the hallway. I could see the door was open and light was spilling into the hallway. I figured Tom or the doctor must be in there, maybe they could help be find something to eat. I walked towards the room, again hearing more sounds.
