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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sitting in the hospital room, Booker flicked through a motorcycle magazine as he waited for Tom to wake up. Hanson had only been asleep for twenty minutes and Dennis hoped that this time, his slumber would be restful. Three days had passed since their reunion and Booker was beginning to see small signs in Tom’s physical recovery. Purplish-blue bruises still marred his beautiful face but the swelling around his left eye had settled and he was now able to open his eyelid. Although the eye remained bloodshot, he had not suffered any permanent damage to his sight, which was a huge relief for them both.
However, although Tom was slowly healing on the outside, he still suffered devastating symptoms within his ravaged body from the effects of his withdrawal. Constant nosebleeds had once again started to plague him and even though the nausea had eased, he continued to endure crippling stomach cramps, which doubled him over with pain. His appetite was poor and he was still underweight. During his first few days in hospital, he had drifted in and out of sleep, barely able to stay awake longer than a few hours. Now he suffered from insomnia and when his tired mind eventually shut down for a few minutes, he suffered vivid nightmares that had him screaming in terror. For Dennis, it brought back memories of their time in El Salvador and he wondered if Tom would ever find peace from the horrors that haunted him or if he was destined to endure the frightening images for the rest of his life.
Tom moaned in his sleep and his head began to move from side to side. A trickle of blood oozed from his nostril, signaling the start of another nosebleed. Before the nightmare could take hold, Dennis leaned over and caressed Tom’s hair. “Wake up Tommy,” he whispered in Hanson’s ear. “C’mon baby, come back to me.”
Tom’s body slowly relaxed and he opened his eyes to see Dennis’ handsome face gazing down at him. Rubbing at his face, his hand came away bloody and he sighed when he realized his nose was bleeding. Struggling to a sitting position, he dropped his head forward and pinched his nostrils closed. Booker continued his soothing ministrations and Tom closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable sensation of gentle fingers lightly playing with his hair. It took nearly ten minutes for the flow to stop and lifting his head, Tom gave Booker a weary look. “I’m so fucking sick of this,” he muttered.
Standing up, Dennis went to the small hand basin and dampened a washcloth. Sitting back down, he carefully wiped the remnants of blood from Tom’s face and hands. “I know you are,” he replied softly. “But every day it gets a little better.”
Sighing heavily, Tom gazed deep into Dennis’ dark eyes. “How do you keep doing this?” he asked quietly.
Booker gave him a quizzical look. “Doing what?”
“This,” Tom replied, sweeping his arm in front of him. “Coming here, day after day, looking after me, wiping up my blood, helping me to the toilet. Jesus Dennis, you’re twenty-four years old, you should be out having fun, not caring for a fucking junkie.”
“You’re not a junkie to me,” Dennis replied softly. “You’re just Tom.”
Lying back on his pillow, Hanson gave a terse smile. “You can’t sugar coat it Dennis, I am what I am and if I want to get better, I have to own up to what I’ve done.”
“Yes you do,” Dennis murmured. “But it doesn’t define you Tommy. For twenty-one years you lived a completely different life.”
Tears filled Hanson’s eyes. “Maybe that life was the lie Dennis. Maybe I really am just a junkie whore.”
Dennis stood up and climbing onto the narrow bed, he lay down next to Tom and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “Shh,” he soothed, as Tom’s body trembled in his arms. “You’re just tired and emotional. We both know what kind of man you are.”
Resting his head on Dennis’ chest, Tom relaxed against his friend’s muscular body. “I just want to go home,” he muttered softly.
Booker pressed his lips against Tom’s hair. “Soon baby,” he murmured. “Soon.”
**
Several days later, Dennis walked into Tom’s room and was surprised to find it empty. Walking back out to the nurses’ station, he spoke to one of Hanson’s nurses. “Hey Jane, where’s Tommy?” he asked, trying desperately to keep the concern out of his voice.
Jane gave him a bright smile. “Relax Dennis, he’s with Doctor Peterson. He’s having his first therapy session today.”
Dennis frowned. “Therapy? He didn’t say anything to me about it.” He managed to keep the hurt out of his voice but deep down, he felt betrayed that Hanson had not told him.
“He didn’t know himself until a few minutes ago,” Jane replied, motioning for Dennis to follow her down the corridor so they could keep talking. Doctor Camden won’t release him until he’s spoken to the psychologist. Once he goes home, he’ll have weekly follow up visits.”
Booker felt his shoulders relax; Hanson had not kept any secrets from him. It was a relief to know that they were both staying honest with each other. Dennis knew that if their friendship was to continue to flourish, they needed to trust each other implicitly.
When Jane hurried off to answer a patient’s buzzer, Dennis wandered back up the corridor and into Tom’s room. Lying on the freshly made bed, he turned on the television and flicked through the channels until he found a baseball game. Settling back, he instantly became engrossed in the Dodgers game and forty-five minutes later, he did not hear Tom enter the room. It was only when Hanson was standing next to the bed, that he was jolted back to reality. Switching off the TV, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Hey Tommy. How was your session with the psychologist?”
“Who told you?” Tom asked moodily. He gave Dennis a cold stare. “Do you mind?” he asked crossly, indicating for Booker to move. “I want to lie down.”
“Sorry,” Dennis replied softly. He stood up and watched as Tom pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. When Hanson closed his eyes, Dennis sat back down on the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong Tommy?” he asked in a gentle tone.
“Nothing,” Tom answered in a sulky voice, rolling onto his side so his back was facing Booker.
“Yes there is,” Dennis pushed. “Tell me.”
Rolling onto his back, Tom sighed heavily. “This doctor wants to know everything. I don’t want to tell him about El Salvador or about how many men have…” his voice trailed off and he started chewing on his bottom lip. “I don’t want to remember Dennis,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be Hermoso Puto anymore.”
“Hermoso Puto?” Dennis asked in bewilderment. “Tommy, I don’t know what that—“
Tom lowered his gaze. “Beautiful whore,” he whispered, his fingers frantically picking at the blanket on his bed. “That’s what they called me on the streets. They called me that because I always spoke Spanish when… well… you know.”
Dennis felt his blood pressure rise and he struggled to contain his anger as he imagined the mocking tone the men would have used when calling Tom that name. Whenever he allowed himself to think about the horrors Tom had experienced, Dennis felt his temper rising. He hated the images that plagued his mind in the dead of night, the images of Tom on his hands knees, whilst a faceless man slammed his cock in and out of his battered body. He hated the thought that Tom might have gained his release by continuing to play the dangerous game of auto-erotic asphyxiation that he had learned from the soldiers in El Salvador. But most of all, he hated the physical and emotional pain that tore at Tom’s soul every single day and which shone dully out of his dark, tormented eyes. He wished he knew how to ease Tom’s suffering and restore his physical and emotional wellbeing.
Lying down next to Tom, Booker mirrored his position by staring at the ceiling. Several minutes passed before Dennis finally broke the silence. “I know you don’t want to remember it,” he said calmly. “But if talking about what happened helps with your recovery, then isn’t it worth it?”
Tom thought about it for a moment. “Maybe,” he replied. “But I can’t help thinking that it’s all a waste of time. I'm the only one who can change my life.”
Turning his head, Booker smiled at Tom. “Never be afraid to ask for help Tommy, we can’t do everything on our own.”
Hanson turned over, his gaze meeting Dennis’ and their eyes locked. Their lips were just inches apart and Booker could feel Tom’s breath against his skin. His own breathing increased and he felt his cock twitch. But as quickly as the moment happened, it passed and Tom rolled back over, instantly breaking the spell.
Dennis closed his eyes for a moment and imagined the kiss that they had so nearly shared. He wondered if he should back off and not show Tom so much affection. He did not want to jeopardize Tom’s recovery by becoming romantically involved, even though it was what he wanted. Now more than ever, he needed to be careful. Tom was close to being released into his care and once again, he did not want to take advantages of his emotionally fragile state. If he did, he could send Tom spiraling out of control again and there may not be anymore second chances.
**
Dennis arrived early the next morning to find Tom’s mood rapidly improved. “I can go home,” he grinned excitedly. “All my tests came back clear and I’m eating better, so Doctor Camden said I was free to go. I’m just waiting for them to test my blood and urine one last time and then we can leave.”
“That’s brilliant news Tommy,” Dennis replied happily. “But I haven’t brought you any clothes, I can’t take you home in a t-shirt and boxers.”
“I don’t give a fuck what I’m wearing,” Tom answered, his good mood suddenly evaporating. “I just want to go home.”
“Hey,” Dennis replied softly. He walked over to Tom and sat down on the bed, draping an arm around his bony shoulders. “Let’s do this right, okay? It won’t take me long to go shopping and buy you some new clothes and by the time I come back, you’ll have your final results and then we can leave.”
Tom managed a small smile. “Yeah, okay. I guess I can wait a little longer.” Twisting his head, he gazed up at Dennis. “Sorry.”
Smiling down at Tom, Dennis gave him a squeeze. “Don’t apologize. I know you want to get out of here.” Standing up, he checked his watch. “I’ll be back after lunch.”
This time, Tom managed to grin. “Don’t be late.”
Returning the grin, Dennis turned and walked out of the room. “Make sure you eat something,” he called over his shoulder. Walking down the long corridor, he felt slightly apprehensive. He suddenly began to doubt his ability to be able to give Tom the care he needed.
But as the memory of Tom’s excited face popped into his mind, he felt all his doubts wash away. He loved Tom and as the poets often wrote… love heals all wounds.
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