Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2018 06:52:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Blade Hamer Subject: The runaways Chapter 3 The runaways Chapter 3 Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The people described are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the realm of pure imagination, somewhat. These are my fantasies that I have developed over the years. The people described in the story do not really exist, but are rather the combination of several different people. Thus I am not harming anyone, because they combine features and thus are not really in existence. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your time. This is my first attempt at writing for Nifty, so please take that into consideration while reading. I've read plenty of Nifty stories over the years, and have enjoyed many of the stories that I consider good, now I'm just trying to pay it forward. It's going to be a chapter story, so if you are looking for a quick toss-off better move onto the next story. Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my email at razorbald@yahoo.com. All are welcome! The Runaways Chapter 3 The road was clear. I was only a few minutes away from the hospital. I told Chase to call me Uncle Tanner and that he was my nephew Eric Boyer. He was injured while playing in the barn and cut your leg while playing around. You didn't tell me you were injured because you were worried I would get mad. We were set. I pulled up to the parking area outside the ER. I opened the door and picked up Chase and carried him inside. I knew most of the staff and they also knew me. So when I walked up to the night desk nurse, she greeted me with a smile and asked what happen. So I went into our little story. She called back to let them know I was coming in. The doctor was going to see him right away. Dr. Richards smiled when he saw me carrying Chase in. I laid Chase down on the ER cot and stepped back. "So who do we have here?" he said as he turned to talk to me. "This is my nephew Eric and he hurt himself a few days ago and never informed me about it." I told him. "Where did you get hurt?" he asked Chase. "My right leg." Chase replied. "Ok, lets take a look." Eric sweat pants were loose enough to get it over the wound. When the doctor took a. look at the wound after he unwrapped it. He gasped at how deep it was. "What did you fall on?" he asked. "I don't know what they call it but they use it to harvest wheat. I think death also carry's it," Chase told him. I was also surprised about his little statement. "I think it is called a scythe or a sickle?" Dr. Richards said. "Yeah that it." Chase told him. "Well it is a clean cut. We will have to clean it. It looks like he has lost a little blood, we will give him a IV, but he is young and will survive. It also looks like he may have a slight infection. A shot of penicillin should help. But I will give you a prescription. Now lets get this cleaned up. You will also need stitches and you will need to stay in bed for a few days." the doctor said. I had to talk with the nurse out front and give her my insurance information. When I finished, I went to see how everything was going. They were just finishing sewing up his leg. The doctor pulled me over to the side and spoke with me. In his hand was a flyer and on the front. There was a picture of Willy and Chase. Doctor Richards showed me the Flyer and said. "Tanner, I've known you for a while now. I know your a good man and would not break any laws without reason. Your a trusted EMT and a damn good one at that. But this boy is a runaway and we need to turn him over to the police." he stopped to pause. Then said as he crumpled up the piece of paper in his hand. "I examined the boy a bit more and notice the scars and bruises on his back. I know what you are doing. Protect them and get evidence. This boy has been abused. I have not seen this boy nor you. I will instruct the nurse we are going to do this pro-bono. Get him out of here before the next shift comes in." I thanked him and went to help Chase off the cot. I notice that they had put Chase in a soft walking cast. I picked him up and carried him out to the car. Once in I looked at the car radio and notice the time on the clock said. 3:41am. I still had a 25 minute drive to get to the house. I didn't have to work in the morning, so it would be no problem sleeping in. Chase was asleep when we got to the house. I carried him into the house and set him down while I locked the door. I planned on putting him in Eric's room. I thought I had told Willy to crash there but he was nowhere in sight. I laid Chase down and went to look for Willy. I looked downstairs first, He was not down there. I checked all the rooms on the second level. He was not there either. I was starting to get worried that someone had found him. I went up and checked on Chase. It was then I heard a noise coming from my room. I went in and found Willy under the covers of my bed. I thought about taking him into Eric's room to sleep with his little brother. But he looked so comfortable sleeping. I made a quick decision and went to get Chase. I didn't want him to wake up and not find his brother any where in sight. When I went to get Chase out of the bed he woke. He looked around noticed me then smiled. "Sit up we need to get you out of these clothes." I told him. "Where is Willy?" he said sounding tired. "He is asleep in my bed. Do you want to sleep in here or do you want to sleep with your brother? I asked. "I want to sleep where ever you are going to sleep." he said as he yawned. "Well I was going to sleep in here if you sleep in my bed. I was planning on sleeping in till noon tomorrow." I told him. I took the soft cast off Chase's leg so I could slide Eric's sweat pants off. I could definitely see the boy was really filling out Eric's underwear. Chase was definitely bigger than Eric. I had not seen Eric naked since he was a young child. But after seeing these two, I really wanted to check him out the next time he was here. It was not a sexual need but just of curiosity. I put the soft cast back on Chase. I didn't want to leave it off just in case he might bump it on something. We didn't need to break the stitches. I picked him up and carried him into my bedroom and laid him on the other side of the bed. I turned to leave but Chase called out. "Don't leave me." It sounded like a desperate plea. "I'm going to be just down the hall." "Please stay with me. I don't want to be alone." He cried. "Your brothers right there." I said and pointed at Willy. "Please just stay with me. I am scared. I just don't want you to leave." he pleaded once more. I wasn't sure what I should do. My heart was drowning with guilt. I wanted to be there for both of them. But if anyone found out I had slept with the boys, I could get in lots of trouble. I know what your thinking. Sleeping with someone is one thing and sex is another, But look what happened to Michael Jackson when they found out he was sleeping with his young guests. I made up my mind. I figured I could crawl in bed with him and when he was asleep I would move to Eric's room. At least that is what I had planned. I laid between the two boys. Chase was facing me. lookin at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his. I closed my eyes resting them for a few minutes hoping Chase would fall asleep. When I opened them again it was light out. I felt someone's arm across my chest and their body pressed against mine. It felt so good. I haven't really slept with someone in 15 years. As a matter of fact the last person I had slept with was my two older brothers, one was Eric's dad. He had been home from college and we were on a trip. The hotel we were staying at only had two rooms available both rooms were king sized beds so my brothers and I shared the bed. I opened my eyes and found Chase cuddled up against me. He looked so beautiful lying there. His head was laying on my chest. The tee-shirt he was wearing was up under his arms. I could clearly see the bruises he had there. It pained me to see this beautiful boy hurt like this. It was then I realized that not once yesterday or last night, had the boy not flinched or cry out, when his wound was cleaned, wrapped or when the doctor sewed his cut closed. This boy was strong. No, both boys were strong. From what I could see, this abuse had been happening for a while. I would have to try to get the boys to talk to me. Nifty is kind enough to post these stories for you to read so in return please donate to this fine cause @ http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks again for reading all remarks are appreciated Other stories on nifty: Unexpected Relationships (Gay/ incest) Turnhurst Manor (Adult/Youth) completed story