Warning: This episode contains scenes of extreme violence.
The drive over to Beaumont Hospital was fairly quick. It wasn't busy on the roads for some reason. There was a weather forecast saying that fog was expected, with freezing temperatures because of a strong wind.
Nevertheless, as soon as I opened the door and held my hand up for Aoife to climb out of the vehicle, it stopped the drizzle that had come down all the time.
Aoife smiled her love at me for being a gentleman and was rewarded a moment later with a soft kiss on the cheek.
She walked in, waved at the front desk and took my hand to guide me to another floor. Behind me, Niamh was following, and I noticed only now that she was dressed impeccable just like her sister was. The clicking sounds of their heels announced to everyone to move aside.
A door opened and we saw Maeve and Grainne sitting near the end of bed. In it lay Sean, both his hands wrapped in white bandages. He seemed to be asleep, but when walking closer to him, I noticed he was very well entertained. Grainne her hands were under the blanket, making some unknown movements.
As soon as Aoife and Niamh, each positioned on one side of the bed, gave him a kiss on his cheeks, his body jerked and convulsed twice. His face contorted into a very wide smile, his eyes turning white in utter bliss.
"Ah, girls... some heads up warning next time you give him bliss" murmured Grainne.
"He can take it well, Grainne!" Niamh sighed.
"He is old enough to enjoy it," laughed Aoife.
She had not yet let go of my hand, and squeezed it. Watching Grainne taking her hands and licking them gave an indication of what had happened.
I also noticed a fairly large wet spot on the blanket. Aoife followed my eyes, and pulled me to her side.
"Master, don't worry, the nurses will clean his sheets. Talk to him. He needs to hear your voice."
Grainne left her chair and I moved in. I bent my head to him and started saying how proud I was of him. Then I gave a small story about how he rescued me from a small pond, I fell in and he pulled me out by a leg. He slowly regained consciousness and his eyes focused on me.
"Gee, Peter. Nice to see you too. These vixens here put me almost constantly in bliss. I feel like I could scale Everest in an hour."
"That fast huh, well make sure that you are first completely healed." I told him.
The women left the room quietly, while we talked. It didn't take long for him to tell me to call a friend of his. I took my phone out, and he gave me the number to call Tom. After their rowdy greeting over the phone, and a brief instruction he handed the phone back to me.
"Hello?"
"Peter, this is Tom. I am an old war buddy of Sean. Come up to my farm in the Wicklow Mountains, I text you the address. There is some stuff that I need to give to you. At the moment we have taken over the surveillance of that house that you and Sean were looking at. Another buddy of mine got the building plans from the City Council. When you get here, we can go over them. I will start looking for the company that did the last restoration and rebuilding of that mansion. See ya"
I greeted him with a fair nod as well. And hung up. Sean looked at me with a gloom expression on his face.
"Don't go in alone Peter. Those old bats have immense strength. They detected us, even while we were 800 meters away."
"Then I better make sure that no-one sees me coming at them, now?"
"Tom will take care of you. No worries, he will drill you in no-time" Sean responded
Aoife came sauntering in, and it took me a few moments before I realized she was wearing a hospital gown. She smiled at Sean, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Niamh was standing in the doorway and gesturing for us to go. She was also wearing a hospital gown. Why had they changed their clothes?
As soon as I left the room, I saw Grainne and Maeve coming out of the bathroom at the end of the hallway. They had transformed themselves somehow, and we're wearing the hot body con dresses my girls wore before. They trotted on their heels towards us, shook my hand and walked into Sean's room. Aoife took my hand, Niamh the other.
"Peter, there is some stuff we need to do now. Ah, who am I kidding, we know that you do, what you think is best. Come with us."
They guided me to a different floor and I choked a little bit when I noticed the sign saying `Children's Ward`.
Room by room, we went by. Aoife and Niamh both talked a lot to the sick children, who were there for all kinds of reasons. While they held my hand on one side, they both put their hands on the children. We glowed for a few moments each time. I noticed the clear look of happiness in their faces. That is worth a million bucks each time I think about it. After an hour, both the girls looked exhausted and I took hold of them and ordered a nurse to get a cab for us.
As soon as we sat in the cab they both fell asleep. I held both their heads to my chest and caressed their soft strains of hair. I tried to follow where the cab took us, but also felt at peace and dropped my head too.
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Pain inflicted on my balls woke me up from zero to 100 in a nanosecond. I gasped and wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged. I opened my eyes, but I saw nothing, completely darkness.
After a few moments of panic, I tried to breath, and this I managed. Another jolt to my very sensitive parts, made me cramp up every muscle in my body.
Some light flashed in the corner of my eyes, and I noticed it was a gap to cross the realm. Just before I went for it, my surroundings came clear, and I was running on a bridge. I halted abruptly.
The words of my mother that I should never cross the bridge bounced around in my head. Another jolt of pain surged through me, and I bit hard in the gag.
With all my will power, I ordered my nerve system to become senseless, feel no pain, absolutely nothing. The next jolt felt like a toothpick hitting my skin. Manageable effort there. I relaxed all my muscles as far as possible, and mentally willed myself to become just totally empty.
This exercise brought me back to my earliest childhood memories. I was playing with two friends, somewhere near a farm. We jumped over a fence, into the woods, and ran like idiots. When we came to a stop, we dared each other to do silly stuff. We played with branches we found, yielded them as weapons, and tried to poke each other.
Suddenly it became dark, and then it started raining. We hurried under a very big oak tree. It was old and had survived many years. Big branches that were broken were gathered around the base of the tree. We climbed on one of it, to keep our feet dry, as small pools of water seemed to grow to small ponds of water.
Slowly I counted down numbers to let myself grow with the pace of the tree. Just then, I felt the wood, and all its animals inside it. My feet, my toe's became ingrained in the tree. Completely at peace, no other feelings other than the wind blowing through the leaves, producing oxygen. This was my self defense for all problems. Me, and the tree, entwined like lovers, like brothers, oceans of peace flowing around us.
I don't know how long we stayed sheltered there. All three of us fell asleep against the tree, in its cracks and nooks. There were noises around us; we just chose to ignore them. One persistent noise became a wailing sound. Like a bird screeching as if it was caught somewhere. As if it was in dire pain. My head throbbed and I nudged myself a little awake. I opened my eyes really slow, and gazed just a little as they opened before I shut them again.
My body was displayed on some sort of altar. I was tied up on four strong steel poles sticking out to the crowd. In that brief second that I glanced, I saw a couple of dozen men and women standing in a dark location.
Around me torches and some person with a stick was beating and probing my body. Strange odors tickled my nostrils like cooked bacon and suddenly I realized that it was my burning skin that I was smelling. I felt a big wave of energy welling up in me. Then suddenly the face of my mother appeared out of nowhere.
"It's not the time now, son. Be strong, be brave."
A different kind of calming force swallowed the earlier waves and some bliss ran through my veins. I focused my thoughts on being asleep, not thinking at all.
I was so good at this mental exercise that I really lost consciousness.
When I woke again, my ears heard nothing. I slowly sucked in air, and then the pain came. It was horrible, excruciating, and didn't stop. It was not just my balls or dick that hurt. Every muscle in my body hurt. I needed Aoife or Niamh to heal me asap.
I tried to open my eyes. And that soared the pain to another level. Finally I managed to open just one for a split second.
There was some light, barely.
It was daylight, not artificial. Wind swept my body, and I felt I was lying on something soft. It was cold as ice, but nevertheless soft. Mentally fighting the pain levels, I suddenly felt a finger. An ice cold finger beneath me on my back. It did not move.
It poked my body, and was shaking. We were moving! I was in either a bus or truck, slowly moving. And more importantly, I could move my limbs. I pulled my hand to my face to understand what happened. A pulse of nausea went through me.
My jaw was broken, and my left eye was swollen like a ping pong ball. I traced a couple of groves, with harsh edges. Clothes of blood were smeared on my fingers giving texture on my hands and face.
I focused on healing like Aoife and Niamh did, summoning their yellow hue. In my only half opened eye, the world turned pinkish. After a while, the pinkish light turned to normal light and suddenly I was able to open my other eye.
I put more energy on healing my eyesight, and slowly I caught focus on my predicament. I was in a truck that moved to an unknown destination.
Now that my eyes were getting rapidly back to normal, I adjusted my jaw, and felt the pain drop quickly.
The more I concentrated on each part of my severed and broken body, the stronger I became in healing. The faster it did, until both my arms were feeling normal again, and not flopping around in barely held together parts. My fingers touched more parts of my body, putting ribs back in place.
