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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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A surgical team awaited Tom’s arrival at the hospital and they immediately took him to the O.R. Booker paced the tiled floor of the waiting area, nervously chewing at his bitten down fingernails. It took several hours before a doctor came and spoke to him to advise that the knife had not penetrated any of Tom’s organs and that after an overnight stay and if there were no complications, he could go home.
Home Dennis thought miserably, Is there such place? After begging profusely, the nurses still would not allow him to see Tom, so Booker left the hospital and walked the wet pavements back to The Exeter hotel. He found Harry, Judy, Dave and Erin sitting in the foyer eating a pizza. They ate silently as Dennis described Tom’s injuries. When he had finished speaking, he wondered why none of them would look him in the eye. An uneasy feeling washed over him and just as he was about to ask what was wrong, Harry spoke, “Um, Booker… there’s something we need to talk about.”
“Oh?” Booker asked tersely, as tiredness suddenly enveloped his body, “It had better be good news, ‘cause I’m not really in the mood for anything else.”
“We’re leaving,” Judy blurted out, as Harry threw her an angry look. Seeing Dennis’ startled expression she softened her voice, “Harry and I are taking Dave and Erin and going back east. It’s safer there and after what happened to Tommy…” Her voice drifted off as she thought of Tom lying in a hospital bed, a knife wound in his abdomen.
“So go,” Dennis replied wearily, “What do you want me to say huh? Of course I want you to be safe but your timing sucks. Tommy’s in hospital and I won’t leave him alone.”
“Are you mad?” Judy asked, tears spilling from her dark brown eyes. “We can wait if you want, until Tommy’s better and then we can all go.”
Dennis gave a small smile and shook his head. “No… you should go as soon as possible. Dave and Erin need to feel safe and they sure as hell don’t feel it here.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the remainder of his earnings and the money the hospital had given him that belonged to Tom. Leaving enough for a few nights accommodation and food, he handed the rest to Harry. “Here, it probably isn’t enough but—“
“It is,” Harry answered quickly as he pocketed the notes. “Thanks. I um, made some money tonight, so we’re good. We’re going to leave first thing in the morning. You know, get the hell out of Dodge and all that.”
Harry’s pitiful attempt at humor fell flat. Booker stood up, too upset and tired to continue the conversation. He gave each teenager a long, warm hug and wishing them well, he dragged his feet up the stairs to his room. Walking in, he saw his and Tom’s bags sitting on the double bed. Staring at Tom’s holdall it suddenly occurred to him that he knew very little about Tom McQuaid. Hesitating for just a moment, he reached out and unzipped Tom’s bag. On top was Fuller’s copy of Catcher in the Rye. Dennis knew the book well. Although having left home at the age of thirteen, he had a very high intelligence and before leaving junior high behind him for a life on the streets, his teacher enrolled him in several high school courses. Flicking through the pages, he wondered what Tom thought of the book. Placing it back, he picked up the photo frame. Gazing at Tom’s beautiful face, Dennis felt tears run down his cheeks. He turned his attention to Doug, who wore a cheeky, lopsided grin. The brother’s were nothing alike but Booker could tell from the photo that they were close. The remainder of the bag contained clothing and toiletries. Pulling out a pair of tatty jeans, a t-shirt, socks and boxers, Booker carefully folded them and emptying out his own meager possessions, he put the change of clothing into his shopping bag.
Placing the photo of Tom on the bedside table, Booker crawled under the covers without bothering to undress. He stared at the picture until his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep.
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Tom woke up in a hospital bed. He felt groggy and disorientated, unsure as to where he actually was. Trying to sit up, a dull pain pulled at his stomach and he flopped back onto the bed. Looking around him, he could see medical equipment and slowly the day’s events resurfaced into his memory. Some lunatic who thought he was an abomination to God and all that was God’s law, had beaten and stabbed him. Putting his fingers up to his face, he winced as he tenderly touched his bruised flesh. As he began to lower his blanket so he could see his wound, the door to his room opened.
A male nurse entered carrying a clipboard and a small, white cup. “Ah, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” he asked, as he closed the door behind him.
“Dizzy,” Tom replied, “and thirsty.”
The nurse paused at the end of the bed and poured a glass of water out of the jug. Handing it to Tom, he waited patiently until the teenager had finished drinking.
“Thanks,” Tom replied with a smile.
“So,” the nurse said as he consulted his clipboard. “You’re to have some pain medication.” Passing the white cup to Tom, he refilled the glass. “These will make you feel better.”
Tom placed the tablets on his tongue and swallowed them down with a sip of water. Lying back on the bed, he closed his eyes but they instantly flew back open when he felt the mattress sag as the nurse sat on the edge of the bed and spoke in a low menacing tone. “You’re that hooker everyone’s been talking about. They said you were a pretty little thing.”
Tom tried to speak but his mind became cloudy and his vision blurred. “Shh,” the nurse interjected as he lowered Tom’s bed sheet and lifted up his gown. “I know you like it, so why not lay back and enjoy it huh?” Unable to move, Tom’s body was paralyzed by the drugs he had been given. He felt the man fondle his cock and he squeezed his eyes shut as his mind screamed, NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! The nurse cupped his testicles and massaged them gently. Moving back to Tom’s growing erection, he ran his thumb over the engorged head. “You really do like that don’t you?” he murmured. Leaning forward, the nurse darted out his tongue and licked at the weeping tip. Tom made a gurgling sound and the man laughed. Lowering his head, he took Tom into his mouth and sucked deeply. Tom’s hips bucked off the mattress, a strangled cry filled with both pleasure and pain sounding from his lips. The man continued to suck until Tom was fully aroused. He then lifted up his head and spat at Tom, the spittle hitting the injured teen in the face. Standing up, the nurse walked silently out the door, leaving Tom to his humiliation, his body uncovered and his throbbing erection lying against his injured abdomen.
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