After the Crash

He felt like shit. Disorientated, numb, no coherent thought was coming. The light was bright, but he couldn't focus. "Mom!" He called. "Mom!" he called again, but he wasn't sure it was sounding like that. A blurry figure in blue appeared before him, "MOM!" he called again, alarmed now.

"It's okay," he heard this voice, "It's okay, Mom's okay. Can you tell me your name?"

"Mom!" he called again. Tom felt an unusual tightness around his mouth, his face.

"It's okay, your Mom is okay too, can you tell me your name, please," came the voice again.

"Thomas A Anderson, my name is Tom," he said, "Where's my Mom?"

"Your Mom is sleeping at the moment, Tom," came the voice again, "You know where you are?"

Tom tried to shake his head but he was restricted, something was holding him. "Say it, Tom. Tell me where you are," the voice insisted.

"Dunno," he whispered.

"You're in Community Central, Tom. Do you remember how you got here?" The voice faded and he slipped into darkness.

Tom woke again, and he felt like hours had passed, but then it didn't seem like it at all. He was certainly quite groggy, light headed and numb. He tried to move but his right leg was weighed down, he looked at his leg. 'Oh fuck!' he thought 'That's my leg?. What the fuck happened?' Then he recalled, driving home after celebrating his eighteenth birthday. Lights came out of nowhere, banging noises, excruciating pain, being smacked in the face. It all happened so quickly- Mom! "Mom?" no response, "MOM!" he called again.

"It's okay," he heard, "Your mom's okay, she's sleeping. Tell me your name!" The voice, it was different, it seemed a vague memory someone else asking him the same question.

"Tom Anderson and I'm in Community Central. There was an accident. Mom's gonna be worried."

"Yes Tom, she's sleeping."

"How bad?"

"You have-"

"Where's Mom?"

"I told you Tom, she is sleeping. Yes, she's worried about you, but you're going to be fine. you're hurt but not badly so," the voice replied, "Now let's pay attention to you, shall we? How are you feeling? Any pain?"

"Everything's blurry, the lights are too bright, headache. Numb otherwise. Broken leg?"

"No, just very badly bruised and a concussion. That's the blurred vision and headache. You got hit on the right side, and from what the first responders were saying, you got lucky, the airbag saved your head. The bruising it will clear up in a week or two as the swelling goes down. How are your arms?"

Tom looked down at his hands, as best he could then realized there was something very wrong with the arms. "What? What's that?"

The voice hesitated, "I'll let the doctor fill you in on that when he comes in. For now, you want to get as much rest as you can. I have a couple of pills here to help you go back to sleep and the next time you wake up, you should be able to see a bit better."

Tom's reaction was to fight, demand to see Mom, but it didn't look like he was going to be able to get out of the bed at the moment. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, he really felt exhausted. "Okay, but I want to see the doctor soon as I can," he muttered. He felt a pill on his lips, so opened he mouth. He felt something go in and then a drinking straw. He sipped and swallowed.

"You just get some rest, and I'll make sure there is one here for you next time."

Tom's world grew smaller and smaller, as darkness took him once again. It didn't seem long when he heard someone calling his name.

"Tom...Tom... "

"Wha-a," he said. He gasped, he felt pain, real pain in his right side and arms. "Oh fuck! Pain!"

"Yes, here, take these, it'll ease the pain," Came another voice, a different voice, he was sure of it. He felt a pill placed on his lips, he opened his mouth and a dry tablet was placed in it, then a second one, "Some water to help them go down." A drinking straw was placed on his lips, he sipped and swallowed, feeling the pills go down. "Gone down have they?" Tom grunted a yes, "Good, you'll go back to sleep again, and in the morning the doctor will be here to see you. Good night, Tom."

Tom didn't know what those pills were, but while they didn't work instantly, it didn't seem long before the pain went. Shortly after that, so did he.

Tom woke again, the light wasn't so bright, the room was a lot clearer. He looked around, taking some details in that he hadn't seen before. People in beds, odd smells, movement, quiet but rapid movement, a hospital, for sure, so he wasn't dreaming then. The pain in his right side was a dull ache, as was his headache. He was still feeling dopey, but he seemed to be a bit more aware. He reached over for the alarm handset, and was immediately hit by pain in his right arm, shoulder and side. He gasped and cried out, a passing nurse was immediately at his side.

"Don't move," she said, "Relax, you're hurting, I'll get you some pain relief." A few moments later, she reappeared and placed a pill on Tom's lips. "Open wide," she said, Tom did, "And a second one." He did again, "Now sip and swallow."

Tom sucked the straw and swallowed, his thought was he should make some smart assed comment like, "No, I don't swallow," but he didn't.

"Stay with me for a little bit," she said again, "How's your head?"

Tom thought for a moment, "Sore, but I can see better, and the headache is not as bad. My face feels really tight."

"That's the swelling, that'll go in a week or so, otherwise that's good news," she replied, "You have been scheduled for a scan of your head, just to make sure there is no problems. If you feel really light headed, or get a sharp pain in the head, of if your head feel like it's exploding, or about to fall off, don't hide it, let us know immediately."

"Okay," Tom replied, "My Mom? Where is she? She okay?"

"She was in the chair but had to go home, for some food, and to clean up a little," the nurse said, "She wouldn't leave you last night, demanded to be allowed to stay but that can't happen here. I'm sure she'll be back in full battle mode if she can't have access to you."

Tom's memory flashed several images, "Car crash, right?"

"Yes. How much do you remember?"

Tom recalled the images, "Not much, a flash of lights a huge bang then pain, smacked in the face and that's about it." Tom tried to look to his left, but couldn't see much at all.

"Don't move, you're wearing a neck brace," the nurse told him, "I'll get you a doctor."

A short time later, Tom spoke to a doctor who told him that his right side was seriously bruised, two black eyes, a swollen face, but his wrists were both broken. He was being monitored in the ICU, but would likely be moved to a ward either later today or tomorrow depending on the results of the head scan. Depending on his progress he would be here for a few days, maybe a week, but was his Mom able to look after him when he got home?

"For sure," he told the doctor, "Mom would be able to, even if she was at work, she would have the neighbor come in to check on him. Mrs. Switch. She's a bit older but really lovely lady."

"Okay, now, your wrists," the doctor went on, "I've already told your Mom about this, so she is aware of what happened and what we've done. Your wrists were seriously broken, so badly that if we were to put a cast on them now, they would likely not heal properly and you would lose too much movement in them. Last night I put a pin into the hand and the arm and placed a bar between them. It's called an external arm fixture. It uses bandages to hold the wrist in the right place, give them a chance to heal to a point. At that point, we will extract the pins, and put your wrists in plaster, holding them to finish healing properly."

Tom and the doctor had a discussion about healing times and what measures to take to make sure he didn't do any more damage. Eight to ten weeks. Four weeks with the fixtures then up to six in plaster. This is going to drive me crazy, he thought.

He asked if they had his cell phone. Mom has everything and she will be back soon, he was told. Mom came in and was just so relieved he was up and awake. To Tom, she looked like she had been up all night and her normal beautiful appearance was dimmed by worry and no sleep. He assured her he was fine as she gently hugged him. They didn't talk about what had happened, but about how he was feeling. He reassured her a dozen times he was fine, but that didn't lift the worry from her brow. Later that day, Tom had his scan and it showed nothing out of the ordinary, it was all clear. Tom thought they weren't looking for concussion, they were looking for cracks in the skull, which was confirmed by the radiologist. He told Mom everything he had discussed with the doctor and was exhausted. Medicated again, he slept for a short time and woke up while on the move.

He was being transferred to a ward. Mom was right there, with a bag of clothes, still looking worried. He told Mom again he was fine, to not worry about him. Go home and get a good night's sleep and be beautiful for him tomorrow. In his room, Mom did her usual fuss, then kissed him goodnight and he had to shoo her out of the room. He slept the night medicated to the eyeballs, then asked the nurse in the morning if he could get out of bed to use the bathroom.

She brought him a urinal bottle, telling him not to try to get out of bed for another day. The nurse pulled the blanket off him and placed the bottle between his thighs. She told him to let her know when his penis was inside the bottle as she maneuvered it up, underneath his gown. Tom felt the rim of the bottle on his ball sack, as she jiggled it about a little, his cock was pushed aside. He told the nurse this was ridiculous and she agreed. She lifted his gown and took hold of his dick, placing it into the bottle. She lowered the gown and told him to just let go as she turned and left the room.

Tom was shocked, but he couldn't hold it any longer, he let go a flood of pee. The bottle grew warm on the inside of his thighs, and he tried to empty his bladder as best he could. When he was done, he tried to lift the bottle, but the pain was so great he couldn't. He called the nurse and she came in, "Feel bet-" She took one look at him and said, in a semi scolding tone, "You were told not to try and lift things were you not?" Tom nodded. "Well don't. I can't give you any more pain relief for a couple of hours. Relax and tell yourself to calm down."

He looked at the nurse and saw she was terribly old, had to be in her late forties, age lines on her face, and not that good looking, didn't look after herself, he thought unkindly. Well, she had grabbed his tool. She reached under his gown and pulled the bottle away, lifting it, spout upward, "Mm, that was building for a while. You're going to have trouble trying to hold the call button, so don't bother, one of us will check on you every hour if you need anything."

In the morning, Mom appeared and the nurse and Mom had a talk, which Tom found embarrassing but he couldn't stop it.

Mom looked a little better, he thought but compared to the nurse, she looked really fabulous. She always did, even when he was a kid he thought her beautiful, then as he grew into his teens, he was proud that his Mom was the MILF of the neighborhood.

The next two days were a blur, rapid switches between boredom and movement exercises, initially using a wheel chair but then walking. The first time he went to the bathroom for a shower, assisted by a male nurse, he looked in the mirror and saw the ugly bruises on his neck and down the left side of his body, the swelling of his face. He looked like the big bald guy in "The Goonies", only with more teeth. At least, he thought, it didn't break his nose. The nurses were all kind, the physiotherapists helpful, and once he was confident enough in his movements, he would be discharged.

Mom told him she'd rang his school to let them know he would likely not be in for a while, but they had heard already. He was granted extensions on work that would be due for the next couple of weeks, everything else would need to be settled when he was up and about, and returned to school. Mom informed them it would be a while, so could he be able to work from home? Again, the school was most cooperative, as long as he could do his assignments, and get them in, that should be all good.

Mom spent as much time as she could with Tom while in the hospital. Talking to her cheered them both up. While shaving him with a brand new electric shaver, Mom told him that her boss had put her on leave for a couple of weeks, then she would be working from home until Tom was able to fend for himself. He asked about the car. It was totaled, Mom told him, but the guy in the sports car didn't make it. The cops had impounded both cars and were examining the dash cams,

"So what about a car then? How are you getting around?"

"Mr Brown has given me one of the company cars, so I may have to leave you for a couple of hours to do something, like pick up someone from the airport. But outside of that, as long as I don't crash it, no problems."

"Mr Brown is certainly being very kind, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is, isn't he," Mom replied with that sparkle in her eye he knew there was a lot more to this than he knew. He also knew not to press it, at least not yet.

Tom was discharged the next day, Mom picking him up and taking him home. As Tom was going to have a lot of trouble feeding himself, getting dressed, even using the bathroom, Mom was going to help him every way she could. With those arm fixtures, he was not going to be able to wear his normal shirts. Mom bought a few tees, cut the sleeves off and with a few of his sports singlets, that was going to take care of the immediate problem but even with both his arms in slings, it wasn't going to protect his arms from the cold.

When they got home, Tom was glad to be out of the hospital, but knew there would be some serious challenges ahead. Mom showed him a couple of improvements to the bathroom. The shower had the rosette replaced with a hand held shower head on a flexible hose and faucet handles were replaced by levers. Interesting, thought Tom, but he wasn't sure how it was going to work if he couldn't hold the shower head, but replacing the handles with levers, that was good. The toilet now allowed him to flush it with an elbow, but more importantly, Mom had a plumber replace the toilet seat with a bidet seat, All he had to do was to hit the button on the wall with his elbow and it would wash his ass. Tom felt a huge relief at that, Mom didn't have to wipe it after all.

Night came, dinner was a bit of a play scene. Mom eventually got a straw so he could sip his soup, but that didn't last long in the heat. Mom decided to get a couple of metal straws from a Dollar General in the morning. Sleeping in his own bed, doped up, Tom was able to sleep siting up with a number of pillows and only woke once. Mom had already prepared a couple of pills for him, but he had difficulty lifting the pills to his mouth, and then had to get out of bed to turn the room light on so he could see well enough to sip on the straw that was protruding from a glass.

Tom than had to turn the light out, find his way back to bed then get settled again and how was he going to pull the blankets over him? He struggled, using his feet and knees ending up partly covered was better than nothing. The cold night woke him again, and he had difficulty going to sleep. In all, it was a terrible night.

Over breakfast, Tom told Mom what had happened and while sympathetic, she couldn't offer suggestions that would work. After feeding him Tom suggested the go buy some of those dieting breakfast drinks or protein shakes. Mixing one of those up and drinking it would have to be better than struggling with toast and coffee. "And we might have to think meal strategies all over Mom," Tom observed.

Mom then said, "We can do that, but after you've had a shower, young man." She stood up, "I know you won't smell it, but you smell of hospital and week old perspiration. So come on, shave and shower time."

This was the moment that Tom was dreading the most. It mortified him that Mom was going to shower him. In the hospital, the male nurse came in with full dry gear on, waterproof everything. Tom was nude, but having a guy washing him, even a guy made him uncomfortable, or maybe especially a guy. "Mom!"

"Oh come on, no point in you smelling the whole place out. I gotta live here too."

"But Mom-"

"Well you can't do it, and I can't get anyone in to do it for you, so I'm it. I've gotta bathe you, just like I did eighteen years ago."

"I'm not a baby any more Mom."

"Yes dear, I hope not." Mom replied, rather smugly, Tom thought. "Now come on, let's get those bags on your arms and we'll start from there."

Mom had bought a couple of arm coverings that were supposed to be waterproof. He has used some in the hospital, and they worked there. Mom had his sleeves off, and his tee lifted then put the bags over his arms, They were bound by an elastic band, tight on the arms creating a waterproof seal. "Now go and get in the shower and I'll get the waterproofs on."

Tom only had his underwear and tracksuit pants on. No socks, and while getting the tracksuit pants over his ass wasn't easy, he did manage it without a lot of discomfort. He turned the hot water on with his elbow, the shower head turned away from him. When it started steaming, he turned the cold water on, not easily, but he did it. He fiddled a bit and the water turned a little cold, but he was able to get it about right. Mom came in dressed in her waterproofs, similar to what the guy was wearing in the hospital, but in bare feet.

She looked him up and down, then cocked an eyebrow. "You normally shower in your underpants?" Mom asked.

"MOM! Really?"

"Yes really, and don't worry, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before, and likely more of."

"MOM!" Tom exclaimed "E-e-u-uw-w! That's more than I need to know!"

Mom stepped forward and said "Come on, time to be a big boy!" She was smiling, at his obvious discomfort.

Mom reached in, took the shower head, felt the water adding a little more hot. When she was satisfied, she turned it on him, wetting him down. "Close your eyes!" Tom did and she sprayed his head. Some jets of water smacked onto his face, causing some discomfort. Mom wet his hair and then put the shower head back into its holder. She reached for the shampoo, rubbed it into his hair, gently, knowing there would be some swelling there.

Tom really felt the softness of Mom's ministrations, and his heart skipped a beat. When she was satisfied, she took the shower head and rinsed his hair. Mom put the shower head back and reached for the body wash, She squirted a little over her hands and said, "Turn around" Tom didn't move. "Come on, can't wash you properly from behind." Mom took a good look at his ass, and swallowed, Nice, she thought. "Come on, don't be shy," she coerced him.

Tom turned around and she reached out to lather his chest. She moved easily, but softly, she didn't want to hurt him as she washed his bruised body. Her soft and slippery actions really got his blood rushing. "Now," Mom said, "The rest of you."

It took a moment for Tom to realize what she meant, as she could see his bar forming under his underpants. Tom didn't have a chance to react as he felt her thumbs hooked into them and they fell away over his ass. "MOM!"

"Oh come on, stop being such a baby." She pushed them down past his knees.

She had bent down and now she looked up, Tom was totally mortified as his cock reacted to being naked in front of a woman, even if it was his Mom. "Oh, my!" Mom said, "Wow, I didn't know that." Mom took her time standing up, her eyes locked on his cock. "That's a nice looking bit of meat there son."

"MOM!" was all Tom could say.