Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 19:14:42 From: Ocean View Doc Subject: Jonah: A Hospital Story Realizing I had gone a little further than I should with a patient, I backed away when I heard Jonah grunt. "WOW!!", he blurted out. "I did all that." It was obvious he was embarassed, but pleased that I was making such a big deal out of his comments."Sorry." I whispered. "I'm not supposed to be hugging the patients. We both burst out laughing. The tension was over. We were closer than ever. Neither of us said it. We just felt it. I tucked him in telling him it was time for me to leave. "Bud," he almost whispered. "Could you call me Jon? Jonah is a Bible name my dad pinned on me. Jon is what my friends call me." I nodded "Yeah, Jon." When I came in the next day, Jon was excited. Doctor Boyd had told him he and I had talked again. All the lab techs had agreed to be "Vampire". It would make their job easier if the kids played the game. I added that the nurses and doctors had agreed they needed to be more cheerful in the hospital. It would help the kids feel better. Jon felt great. He had done something really special. I had never seen him look so relaxed. "And Doctor Boyd gave me a hug"' he whispered. "Bet you're not supposed to tell me that.", I whispered back. We laughed. I also noticed some medical books laying on his bed. Jon had got the doctor to bring them. He wanted to read up on anemia. He asked about some of the tests and about the chemotherapy he was getting. I tried to keep the answers short and to the point. Dr. Boyd and I were in trouble. I could feel it. Jon had insisted on the books. He suspected we weren't telling him everything. Jon was to intelligent to buy some story about allergies and anemia. His questions would become more complicated as we talked. Trying to give him simple direct answers became more difficult. I had trouble looking him in the eye when he asked somthing I didn't want to answer. A conference with the team revealed that things were worse. His parents were there for this one. All of us had more than a little trouble trying to keep a straight face as we warned them that Jonah wouldn't be going home soon. He was slowly getting weaker. We wanted to believe it was the chemotherapy, but only his dad believed that. He still insisted Jonah would be all right. And he praised me for being his son's best friend. When the parent's left, it wasn't praise I was getting. Although Boyd stood up for me, the others warned me again that we were going to lose the fight for Jon. "The handbook says not to get personally involved with patients.", they almost pleaded. I knew and understood that they were friends. I also knew I was much too close to Jon. Still, I pleaded with Boyd not to take me off the case. "It will hurt Jonah to much. I have to put him first. Just don't do anything to force my hand." , he warned me. Although Jon had a beautiful teenage body, sex was not an issue. I kept telling myself we were just friends. I had a reputation of dating some pretty good looking nurses at the hospital. I was in my mid twenties. Not a knockout, but not that bad looking according to my friends. I was probably better known as a fairly intelligent and ambitious hospital intern. I was still studying medical research. The fact that I had had sex at some wild parties with students and nurses was not surprising. In fact, it was the norm. A few suspected I had been involved with other males at some of these parties. No problem. Other staff had also been "bi". Probably just the drugs and/or the booze After some two weeks in the hospital, Jon was reading me pretty well. Too well. For one thing, he asked me if I would help him take a shower. Dr. Boyd told him it would be all right to shower if some one would help him. He was too weak to do it alone. That had caused a problem. Jon didn't want some nurse to bathe him. An working up and down on his prize and he didn't feel comfortable with an orderly. I had by this time seen him nude more than once during tests and treatments. His parents and Boyd agreed it was all right for me to help, but Jon had to ask. I would have to be in the shower with him. He blushed a little when he asked. "If you say "no", I will understand.", Jon asked softly. "And you know I can't say "no" to you.", I quipped. "Of course, I'll help." None of the nurses objected. I layed out everything we would need. Then I allowed Jon to rest one arm on my shoulder while I helped him to the shower in his room. Jon wore only a hospital gown. You know. One of those short ones that tie off in back. And I held him around the waist to steady him. Once we were in the shower room, I latched the door. At the same time, I removed the gown and set him down on a chair I had placed there. Jon had Given me urine samples while I was watching, but I guess this was different. He blushed a little . He didn't say anything, but maybe it was because he was a late bloomer. I had already observed that. There was a light spread of brown "pubes" over a penis about four inches long. It was semi-erect just lifting off an average ball sac. I didn't try to pretend I wasn't looking at it. Neither of us said anything. I could tell Jon was trying to keep it flacid. No such luck. Leaving Jon to wait, I stepped out of the shower to undress. This was a problem. There was plenty of room. No problem there. It was just that I wasn't used to undressing in front of him. Jon wasn't going to pass up a chance to tease. "Now you know how us patients feel when we have to undress for someone to give us a bed bath." I looked up at him and smiled. "What makes you think we haven't been there/done that?" I asked flat out. Looking more than a little surprised, he came back quickly. "You have?" I just nodded. The two of us paused to look each other over. I turned the water on, and adjusted the temp. He approved. "First shower in two weeks.", he admitted. "Feels great!. You don't think I'm gay because I asked you to do this, do you?" Jon asked, smiling. "They didn't tell you?", I answered. "Tell me what?" His face looked blank as he rubbed the soap over the upper part of his torso. "That I'm gay." I almost whispered. Jon just laughed at me. "Don't matter. You like me too much todo anything to hurt me. I know that. And you don't even have a hardon. I don't believe you." "Hospital rules forbid me to get hard in front of a patient." I continued teasing."Yeah. Right." was Jon's reaction. "I always seem to have a hardon. Can't help it." I helped him stand up so he could soap up the privates. His long thin stiff shaft was now about five inches long. He stared at it as if he was afraid I would think he was playing with it if he washed it. "Jon, would you like me to step out of the shower for a minute while you finish?" I asked. "If I don't, my dick is going to explode. It's natural for guys to get hardons. Whats not natural is to ignore your dick when it needs some personal attention." Jon looked down at mine. His was now pointing upward, and was surprisingly longer. Mine was now hard, and pointing straight out. His face had that impish grin on it. "I guess it would be gay if we jerked off togather, wouldn't it?" Without speaking, I reached for the soap and started rubbing it around his pubes and lower stomach. "Tell me to stop when I go to far." was all I said. Stepping around behind him, I gently massaged his privates with the soap after turning off the water. Then I proceeded slowly Jon let out a few soft moans. He had quickly slipped into his own private world. I knew he was tiring so I speeded up the assault on his rod. It didn't take long before I could feel him pumping into my hand. I could feel it grow harder just a second before it began to pulse. A wad of watery fluid shot across the shower. Then another. And a third. Jon just moaned and laid back relaxed. His body started sliding down my chest. I gently sat him back on the chair knowing he probably felt a little tired and weak at the moment. Silence. Then that impish look came back on his face. He stood up just long enough to plant a kiss on my lips. Sitting back down, he blushed a little. "So what if I'm a little bit gay.", he blurted out. "That has to be the greatest jerk off I ever had. It was really kewl!! How many showers can I have every day?" I had to laugh. "You mention this to anyone and I'll be history here. Know what I'm saying,Jon? I shouldn't have done that." I turned the water on ,but he turned it off. Moving me around in front of him, he returned the favor by grabbing my dick and showing beyond a doubt that he knew what he was doing. Within a few minutes my shaft exploded all over his chest. He just laughed. "Not a bad load for an old guy.", he teased. "I guess we both better keep our mouth shut." Smiling, I added "Until we meet again." A rinse, and the shower was over. The next day, Jon was still excited about taking a shower. He was a little disappopinted when I insisted "not every day." We compromised. I agreed to give him a massage. It also gave me a chance to talk to him. Or was it him that wanted to talk? Anyway, we talked about his sex life. Jon didn't hesitate to tell me his innermost thoughts about teen hormones. He sometimes jerked off several times a day. But always alone. It was a sin to his father. And Jon didn't trust even his closest friends to keep his secret. I was the first person ever to touch him there. Even as I massaged him, he kept pushing my hand toward his crotch. I admit I didn't mind. I wanted to please him. And he did need pleasing. I think he kept a hardon when I touched him. I turned him over on his back, pulled the privacy curtain around his bed, and let him watch as I jerked him off again. Jon would coo like a dove. When he came back to earth, he slid an arm around my neck and pulled himself up enough to kiss me softly on the lips. I tried weakly to chastise him, but he Just smiled at me. It was obvious that he knew I wanted him. And I was quickly beginning to realize how much I wanted to keep him. His parents came in later. Jon and I were playing chess. We also chatted with them. Jon teased that he had no trouble beating me at chess or any other game. But sometimes he let me beat him. "And that is even funner." While I choked to keep from laughing, his dad corrected his speech. Just a few days later, Jon had a reaction to a blood transfusion. His parents and I rushed to his side. He told his dad that he was getting serum, platelets, and blood. He knew it was not for some simple allergy. It was serious enough to keep him in the hospital for a long time. Maybe he won't be coming home. His parents tried to ignore his concerns, and cheer him up. He just smiled. He knew. He hadn't even told me. He wanted to rest. His parents left the room and made it to the Conference Room where they broke into tears. I stayed with Jon and held him to me while he also cried. He said he couldn't tell me he knew he had leukemia. He knew I wouldn't tell him, but he also was afraid of losing me. OF course, that wasn't going to happen. Jon recovered from the reaction. And the massages became almost a daily routine. The next shower was about a week later. He had gotten stronger. I had another surprise for him. Instead of jerking him off, I knelt in front of him and began licking on his balls. He just stared. He had heard of this kind of thing. A blow job. But he had never had one or given one. After I had him moaning, I went to work on the shaft. First, the cut head got a workout. Then I slowly went all the way down. He pushed to be sure I had the whole thing, then began to rotate back and forth with the rhythm. I would break the rhythm when he started speeding up so we could build up to a really great orgasm. That drove Jon crazy. He became exhausted trying to hump me. "PLEASE!!!" was all he could say. I speeded up until his balls started drawing up tight and I felt the shaft start to pulse wildly. His hips jerked forward pushing the shaft as far in as it could go. "OH MAN!!!" Jon blurted out loudly. The first of several shots of cum blasted against the back of my throat. His beautiful cut shaft tried hard to give me every drop in him. Finally, he laid back against the shower wall breathing heavy and slowly returning from a dream. I backed off knowing he had just experienced another new adventure. "Now you know how Jonah felt when he got swallowed by a big fish.", I teased. "I bet it wasn't anywhere near as good.", Jon chuckled. "I never knew sex could feel so great. I think I'll keep you." He was so weak I had to carry him back to bed. The blood transfusions became more frequent. And Jon wasn't eating well. He was losing weight. Nothing we did seemed to help. I was slowly losing my love. I spent most of my spare time with him. I wouldn't lie to him. He knew things didn't look good. He still loved the massages. But now, he was having trouble going to the bathroom by himself. He hated the bed pan, so he would ask me to carry him. Once he teased that we needed to take more showers. I think he knew we wouldn't be doing that anymore. He laughed. I cried. It made me angry that he needed my support now. And I was crying. "It's all right." , he spoke softly. "Don't cry. Tell me about dying. What's it like?" Smiling, I told him "you lucky stiff. You will just go to sleep. You won't hurt any more. They'll probably have a huge baseball field where you can play ball all the time. You'll never get tired. Enjoy it cause when I die, I'm going to be looking for you. I'm not so sure it'll be in heaven, but I sure hope they have a shower. You owe me one." That got a laugh out of him. "Good thing dad didn't hear that." was his last words to me. He turned over to sleep. And I left the place in tears. Something told me Jon had just said good-bye. The next morning I stopped at the hospital coffee shop on my way in. I spotted one of the nurses from Jonah's wing. We were good friends, so I couldn't understand it when she pretended not to see me. When I headed toward her, she appeared to be crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't even look up at me. She was sitting at a booth staring at the table. I don't remember the coffee and donuts falling from my hands, but I guess they did. They say I yelled "JONAH" so loud the whole coffee shop just froze. I don't remember that either. I do remember That Dr. Boyd and Jonah's dad seemed to appear from out of nowhere. They pulled me to a table in the shop. After forcing me to sit, they held me there. I insisted I needed to be at Jonah's side. Dr. Boyd managed to give me a shot. A few minutes later, I was so relaxed I couldn't stand up. Then they whisked me off to a hospital room to recover. Dr. Boyd explained that they had been called in during the night. Jon was being given a blood transfusion, and had gone into a severe reaction. His body just couldn't take any more. He had gone into traumatic shock, and that did it. It was over. Jon didn't hurt any more. Dr. Boyd reminded me that he had warned me not to get that involved, but he was glad I was there for Jonah. I sobbed openly. I felt betrayed. Jon had died when I was gone. I wasn't even there for him. "You don't understand." Dr. boyd said. "You were there when he went into a coma. He never woke again after you left him." His dad chimed in "Thanks for being there. It's what Jon wanted. And I never thought I would say this, but for whatever your reason, thanks for loving my son. He told me he loved you, and I felt jealous. Not any more. How could I not like the guy who was always there for him." At the father's request, I sat with the family at the funeral. It didn't surprise me to hear they had donated his organs to help others. I agreed Jon would have wanted that. His father reminded me that I had only known Jon for six weeks. He had heard so much about me from his son that he felt like he had known me much longer. Not long after that, the family moved away. Jon's father had taken another church to get away, and to "continue God's work". Dr. Boyd came by my office to see me after I had returned to the hospital. He wanted me to know "For what it's worth, that boy hung in there day after day hoping to see you again. It's not my business why. Sometimes he would say he wished he could recover just for you. I should have pulled you off the team. I couldn't It would have broke your heart - and Jonah's. Standing, he turned and started to leave. Then he turned back smiling. "Jonah really was a beautiful kid." Then he quickly dashed off to his duties. As for me, the hospital insisted that I take a month off to let the incident in the coffee shop cool off. Some were convinced I had "lost it". When I did return, I asked to be transferred to a research lab where I could hide from the world. I couldn't take another shock like that. I am told that some of my research in the lab has led to advancements in other parts of the medical field. Thats nice. I kept trying to improve the treatment for leukemia. Maybe one day, there will be a cure. But, another Jonah ? I don't think so. Note: Thanks much for the help from Miguel Sanchez. You can reach me through miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com. This story is written in Jonah's memory.