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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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The young woman at reception understood enough English and Booker’s poor attempt at Spanish, to realize that he was there to see Tom. “Aaah… Norteamericano enfermo,” she answered with a smile. “Un momento, un momento.” Picking up the phone, she spoke rapidly to the person at the other end. When she replaced the receiver, she again flashed her brilliant, white toothed smile. Pointing towards the ceiling, she held up three fingers. “Americano,” she repeated, indicating that Booker was to travel to the third floor.
“Gracias,” Booker replied, returning the smile. Walking over to the elevator, he pressed the up arrow and waited anxiously for the doors to open. Stepping inside, he pushed the button for the third floor. When the doors opened, he alighted into a wide, airy corridor. He immediately stopped a middle-aged nurse who was pushing a patient in a wheelchair. “Enfermo Americano?” he asked. The nurse shook her head and continued on her way.
Walking along the hallway, Booker stopped another nurse, this one much younger. He repeated his question and she smiled as she nodded her head. “American? I take you,” she offered in broken English.
As they continued down the long hallway, Booker tried to glean some information on Tom’s condition. “How is he?” he asked slowly, hoping the woman would understand.
The nurse stopped and laid a hand on Dennis’ arm. “How you Americans say? He ahhh… he no good… no good.”
A shiver of fear ran down Booker’s spine. “What exactly does that mean?” he asked quietly, almost too afraid to hear the answer.
Pausing to think of the words, the young nurse twirled her finger next to her head. “He loco… he crazy,” she replied, her dark eyes filling with sadness. When they stopped outside a small dark room, she tried once again to communicate with Dennis. Miming taking something from her hand and swallowing it, she pressed her hands together and placed them against her cheek as she tilted her head. “Soporífero,” she murmured softly, which Booker took as meaning that Tom was sleepy from medication.
Nodding that he understood, Dennis thanked the nurse and stepped into the room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness but he could just make out a figure lying on a hospital gurney. A heart monitor beeped rhythmically, recording Tom’s heart rate and pulse and an intravenous line pumped fluid into a vein in his arm. Moving closer to the bed, Booker gasped when he saw that broad leather straps tethered Tom’s hands and feet to the bed. “Oh Jesus,” he whispered softly. Reaching out, he took hold of Hanson’s hand as he stared deep into his sleeping face. He took in the dirty, straggly hair framing Tom’s gaunt, unshaven face. When he stepped closer, he could clearly see the red scar that ran vertically down Hanson’s cheek. When Dennis’ eyes moved downwards, he saw that the fingers he held were missing several nails. He felt his stomach lurch and perspiration prickled on his forehead as a wave of nausea washed over him. Taking several deep breaths, he continued his observations. Sores and bruises covered Tom’s arms and although a cotton sheet covered his body, Booker could see that Tom was much thinner than he had been previously. Dennis’ emotions got the better of him and he stifled a sob. Although the photograph had somewhat prepared him for Tom’s condition, now that he had actually laid eyes on him, Booker found it overwhelming. He could honestly say that he had never witnessed such a pathetic sight in all his life.
Dragging a red plastic chair closer to the bed, Dennis sat down just as a tall, attractive nurse entered the room. Noticing Booker, she smiled sadly. “You must be the friend. They said you’d be coming.” Booker sighed with relief when he heard the strong Texan accent. Standing back up, he offered his hand and the nurse introduced herself as Emily Adams. Moving over to the monitor, she checked the readings. “It must have been quite a shock when you saw him,” she stated matter-of-factly. “He’s been through a hell of a lot by the looks of it.”
Booker’s eyes traveled back to the leather restraints. “Why is he tied up?” he asked quietly.
Nurse Adams stared down at Tom. “The nurses were complaining that he kept touching himself, you know, in a sexual way and he was groping the male doctors. In the end, we had to restrain him and give him some sedatives because he became so angry if we tried to stop him. It happens sometimes when a victim has suffered prolonged rapes, they look for sexual contact as a way to reassert a measure of control over their sexual relations. It’s all part of the Rape Trauma Syndrome.”
Staring back in disbelief, Dennis shook his head. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“The Rape Trauma Syndrome, there are many different—“
“Tommy was RAPED?” Booker yelled, standing up so quickly that he knocked over his chair.
“I’m sorry,” Emily apologized quietly, her face flushing slightly, “I thought you knew.”
“Jesus FUCKING Christ!” Dennis exclaimed. “Who the fuck does that? It isn’t enough that they tortured him, they had to rape him too? What sort of a fucked up country is this?”
Emily Adams sighed heavily. “You can’t blame El Salvador, plenty of rapes happen in America too.”
Booker knew this to be true but the knowledge only made him feel more nauseous. Looking down at Tom’s ravaged face, tears filled his eyes as he imagined the terror and degradation Hanson must have felt at the hands of his attackers. Stepping forward, he once again took Tom’s hand in his own and he gave the fingers a gentle squeeze. “Is he okay?” he asked, his voice barely audible. “I mean… Oh Jesus! Did they damage him, you know… internally?”
Laying a comforting hand on Dennis arm, Nurse Adams spoke quietly as she too stared down at Hanson. “There was evidence of anal tearing that has since healed. He’s been tested for STDs and HIV but we won’t get the results for a week or so. Preliminary testing showed cocaine in his system, which is a common drug among the government soldiers as it increases sexual appetite. Several of his fingers have been broken and he’s missing some fingernails. The scarring on his back is consistent with being whipped and there are rope burns around his wrists and ankles. When they found him, he had a dog collar around his neck with a chain attached. He’s malnourished and dehydrated but considering what he’s been through, his health is quite good. He must have been in excellent shape prior to being kidnapped.”
“He was,” Dennis murmured softly, remembering Tom’s taut physique. As he pushed Tom’s dirty hair from his sleeping face, he sighed sadly. “When can I take him home?”
Adams narrowed her eyes and gave Booker a hard stare. “You do understand that your friend may never be the same as you remember him don’t you?” she stated candidly. “He’s not spoken any English since arriving, just the odd word of Spanish. The trauma he’s endured will have changed him significantly both physically and emotionally. If I were you, I’d be looking into psychiatric facilities, at least for the interim.”
“I need to get him to the American Embassy in Antiguo Cuscatlán so I can organize his papers. Will he be okay to travel?” Booker asked, ignoring the talk of psychiatric facilities and trying to focus on the practicalities rather than Tom’s mental condition.
“You need to speak to Doctor Rodriguez but I would think that once he’s eaten solids he can be released. There’s very little we can do for him here,” Emily replied.
“When will the sedative wear off?” Dennis inquired, needing to see for himself what he would be dealing with once Tom was awake.
Walking to the door, Nurse Adams turned and looked at her watch. “In about an hour.” She gave Dennis a sad smile. “I can see how much he means to you but you need to be prepared for the worst, okay?”
Booker returned a half smile as he stroked Hanson’s face. “Tommy’s a fighter,” he replied softly, “And I’m going to do everything I can to help him.”
Emily’s expression relaxed. “He’s very lucky to have you. I wish you both all the best.”
Nodding, Dennis turned his attention back to Tom. Picking up the red chair, he sat down and began gently stroking Hanson’s dirty face. “I’m here now Tommy. Everything’s going to be okay, you hear me? Everything’s going to be okay.”
Tom showed no sign that he heard Booker’s assurances. As the heart monitor beeped steadily, Dennis became silent as he stared at his ex colleague and waited for him to wake up.
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The long day’s travel finally caught up with Dennis and suddenly feeling exhausted he closed his eyes. He pictured Tom and Doug sparring good-naturedly as the McQuaid brothers and a soft sigh escaped his lips. He had always been envious of their easygoing relationship, wishing that he too could be a part of it. But Hanson barely acknowledged him except when they were forced to work together. Booker knew that Tom’s aloofness made him all the more attractive, it was the allure of wanting something he knew he had no hope of attaining. That and the fact that Tom was mesmerizingly beautiful. Dennis had dated many attractive men but Hanson was in a league of his own. Booker literally felt his heart skip a beat whenever he looked at Tom and on many occasions during their working life, it had been extremely difficult to keep his feelings hidden, especially on the rare occasion when they physically touched. Dennis had spent many nights alone in his apartment pleasuring himself whilst imagining it was Tom’s long fingers slowly jerking him off. It was his own dirty little secret and sometimes he actually felt guilty about it. He did not want to imagine what Hanson’s thoughts would be if he ever found out about it, needless to say, he probably would not find it flattering.
As Dennis’ head nodded forward, he felt a slight movement in his hand. Jerking awake, he looked down and saw that Tom’s fingers were twitching. Turning to look at Hanson’s face, he observed Tom’s eyes slowly blinking open. Standing up, Booker gazed down at the man he hoped one day, would view him as a friend. “Hey Tommy,” he murmured softly. “It’s Booker.”
Tom’s stare slowly came into focus. Immediately he tried to move his arms and legs but the leather straps held him firm. A frown creased his brow as he became agitated. “Tócame!” he grunted, his hands balling into fists of frustration. Touch! “Quiero!” Want!
Booker shook his head in bewilderment. “I don’t know what you’re saying Tommy,” he replied. “What do you want?”
“TÓCAME! TÓCAME!” Tom screamed, his body contorting against the bindings.
Beginning to become frightened at Tom’s level of agitation, Booker stood up. Looking around him, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Taking hold of the strap that held Tom’s right wrist, he unbuckled it. With a cry of joy, Hanson threw back the sheet and shoved his hand underneath his white hospital gown. Dennis stared in shock as Tom began to fondle himself whilst making soft mewing noises.
“Jesus,” Booker whispered, taking a few steps backwards as his eyes remained locked on Tom’s unabashed sexual display. “Oh Jesus.”
The young nurse who had initially escorted Dennis to Tom’s room walked through the door and her hands flew up to her face. “No, no, no!” she cried, rushing forward and pulling Hanson’s hand away. “Hombre malo!” Bad man! Tom immediately lashed out, striking the young woman in the face. Booker quickly stepped forward and grabbing hold of Tom’s arm, he brutally twisted his wrist to stop him moving.
Tom cried out in pain and tears filled his dark eyes. He gazed at Dennis in confusion, unable to comprehend why the man standing next to the bed was hurting him. When Dennis strapped his arm back into the leather restraint, Tom began to sob uncontrollably. Snot bubbled out of his nose as tears trickled down his dirty face. The sight was so heart wrenching that Booker felt his own tears brimming. Turning to the shocked nurse, he gave her a wan smile. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think he was that bad. Are you okay?”
The nurse nodded. “Sí,” she replied, rubbing her cheek. Motioning towards the leather bindings, she shook her finger at Booker whilst shaking her head. “No!” she instructed, narrowing her eyes into a hard stare.
“I won’t, I promise,” Booker answered softly. Seemingly happy with Dennis’ response, the nurse left the room.
Turning his attention back to Tom, Booker took out his handkerchief and gently wiped Hanson’s nose. Tom stared back at him with large doe eyes, his lower lip pushing into a soft pout. The expression was so endearing that Booker could not help but smile. Pulling the thin sheet back over Tom’s body, Dennis sat back down. “I’m sorry I hurt you Tommy,” he apologized as he lightly stroked Tom’s matted hair. “But you can’t hit people.”
Tom’s expression relaxed under the touch of Booker’s fingers. “Tócame,” he murmured as his eyes became heavy. Dennis had no clue what Tom was saying but as stroking his hair seemed to calm him, he continued to do it until Hanson once again, fell asleep.
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