ONE
RAY OF LIGHT
Chapter
Five
The
Bane Of Blackness
A
story by SOLACE LENITY
©2004-2005 All
Rights Reserved
"M-morning."
Nathan
sighed, kissing his Moma and Papa each on the cheek.
He gently rubbed Jena Wilson's tummy, which was quite prominently
showing signs
of her pregnancy. "How i-is N-natalie doing t-t-today?"
Jena grasped Nathan's hand and pulled it along to her side. As
she held
his palm flatly to her abdomen, Nathan felt the baby kick several
times.
Both he and his mother laughed.
"I tell you, son, this sister of yours is doing aerobics or
something! I swear, if she doesn't grow up to be some form of
athlete, I
will be completely surprised." Jena sighed.
Nathan noted her tired eyes. "Are
y-you OK, Moma?"
He asked in an obviously worried tone.
As his mother's arms snaked around him, Nathan melted into her warm
embrace. There were few places in which Nathan felt completely
safe, and
Jena's arms were one of them. He leaned his head down further to
rest
upon her shoulder, quietly giving thanks for her presence in his life.
Before Jena and Jason had offered Nathan their unconditional love, he
had
always felt like a demonic spawn from hell. He was the bane of
blackness,
a child of the night no one could ever love. Oh, several had loved
him, but only in a sexual way.
Nathan had never truly known the kind of love he now held tightly to
his chest,
the one he thanked God for giving him each and every day. His new
Moma and
Papa had saved him, and for that, Nathan would defend them with his
dying
breath. The idea that something was wrong with Jena had him in a
fit of
worry.
Softly, his mother stroked the back of his nape, holding him more
tightly. "Honey, I'm just tired. Honestly, there is
nothing
wrong with me or the baby. Well, other than the fact that your
sister
cannot seem to grasp the concept of bedtime." She snickered.
Nathan raised his head to look her in the eyes. As she beheld his
face,
she moved her hand to wipe away his tears, only to shed a few
herself. "You
have to be the most precious young man on this planet." She
said
softly. "Your Papa and I would be completely lost without
you,
sweetheart."
Nathan smiled contentedly at her, just as he felt his father's hand
grasping
his shoulder. Nathan then leaned his head onto Jason's shoulder,
pulling
both his parents into a long embrace.
"I l-love you guys." He finally said.
The three of them descended the stairs and walked through the living
room into
the kitchen. There, they were greeted with the heavenly voice of
Nathan's
Aunt Hela. It was a sound the entire household had come to
cherish.
Hela always sang when she was cooking or in a good mood. Nathan
smiled as
he realized that Aunt Hela just about always sang. He felt
certain that
music was her gift, her way of touching the lives of others; it was as
if her
very heart could be felt through her magnificent voice.
And Nathan was fond of music. In fact, it was one of his ultimate
passions. Though Nathan figured he had an OK voice, he knew it
was
nothing like his mother or father's; certainly, it did not compare to
the vocal
talents of his Aunt Hela, a woman Nathan admired deeply.
Hela was rather selfless, Nathan felt, for she always seemed to be busy
doing
something for someone else. This fantastic young woman lovingly
prepared
most of the meals their larger family consumed. Nathan often
thought that
it was her singing, combined with the love that Hela held for her
family, which
made her cooking so wonderful. As he watched her happily moving
around
the kitchen, Nathan just knew he was right.
Hela gave him a loving smile as she placed some biscuits on a cooking
sheet. After washing her hands, she made her way to him, grabbing
him up
in a strong hug.
"I swear. My baby just gets more handsome with every
sunrise." Hela leaned back and held Nathan's reddening face
gently in her hands. "Nathan, angel, there is nothing to be
blushing about. The Lord made you, honey, and all His work is
beautiful. Still, I think He did an extra fine job on you."
She
said, tweaking his nose lightly.
Nathan sighed as he fondly took in her six foot and one inch
frame. Her
warm brown skin glowed with something from deep within her. Her
pale
green eyes danced with kindness, and her full lips were stretched into
a broad
smile. Her burgundy hair was smoothly tucked under in a
chin-length bob.
Nathan grinned as he remembered the day she had cut all of her long
hair,
swearing off the cornrow braids forever. Hela had lost almost 65
pounds
and had decided it was time to make herself over. Nathan had
always found
her to be lovely before, but the changes in her weight and hairstyle
seemed to
make her even more radiant. Nathan also noticed that Hela had
lost a few
more pounds, and although he could care less what she weighed, he was
happy for
her.
Despite Hela's charming new look and loving heart, she still remained
single. That thought worried Nathan a little, for he felt certain
that
Hela longed for a romantic love. If he were able to make one wish
for
another person, it would be for Hela to find someone special, he
decided.
But, then Nathan's mind contemplated Coal Black and Brian
Armstrong. He
felt bad for them, and he believed it somewhat selfish that he would
wish
something for his family over one of those two; if anyone needed a wish
in
their corner, it was Coal and Brian.
'Brian the most.' Nathan sadly thought.
Nathan realized that there were so many others who needed things; it
just made
him feel guilty for having everything he could ever want.
'Well, besides a boyfriend.' Nathan pondered.
Then, he quickly scolded himself for being such a selfish brat.
It was no
wonder there was so much suffering in the world, he determined.
There
were far too many people like himself that were constantly consumed by
thoughts
of only their own well-being and happiness. Nathan simply could
not
realize that his thinking was so far from the truth; he still, deep
down, saw
himself as the bane of blackness.
As Hela kissed his cheek, Nathan was brought back to reality. He
chuckled
to himself, as he knew there would be a large red lip print on his
cheek.
Still, he made no attempt to wipe it off. It was a mark of love
he would
wear... well, until he left for work, at any rate.
Nathan and his parents washed their hands vigorously before helping out
in the
kitchen. They all knew that Hela had stern standards for
cleanliness when
it came to handling food. They chatted as they worked, and Nathan
was
asked to once again tell them about the private duty Garrett and Nurse
Channing
had lined up for him. Nathan knew they were all proud of him,
which was
something he strived to achieve. But, he still felt embarrassed
by the
attention. Plus, he kind of felt as if he were bragging about the
whole
thing. Still, they were happy for him, and he was happy because
they were
happy.
As the entire family gathered around the table for breakfast, Nathan
could feel
the absence of Aisa and Chance. He knew they were with Coal,
which he
felt to be a noble and much needed thing. But still, he missed
his
cousins. They had helped Nathan in many ways, and he was very
fond of
them. He did take comfort in all those around him, though.
He
smiled to himself as he began to give thanks for each of the blessings
that
constituted his family.
There was Nana, who had raised Kal from the time his parents had
died.
She was a feisty old lady, that was for certain. But, she was so
much fun
to be around. There was also Grams, Kanawha's grandmother who had
raised
him since his parents had also died. Grams was a tad bit more
reserved
than Nana, but Nathan did not believe it was by much.
Uncle Roe was unlike anyone Nathan could think of in that moment.
He was
abrasive, yet totally honest, having a very caring heart with a wicked
sense of
humor. Roe was often in trouble with Hela for behaving
inappropriately
around her babies. Nathan smiled as he thought of all
their
antics.
Then, there was his Aunt Mic, who had helped so many of the family with
her
intuitive counseling skills. She had certainly made a huge impact
in
Nathan's life. Thomas was her husband, and Nathan found him to be
just a
kid in a grown man's body. He made life fun, and he proved to be
an
excellent listener, too. Myra was their recently adopted
daughter, and
she was a fireball if ever Nathan had seen one. Patrick and Ryan
were
Myra's brothers, and they were rowdy and rambunctious to say the least;
Nathan
had to add a bit annoying to the list, as they tended to pout
until they
had their way. Still, he loved them both immensely.
Uncle Ethan was his Mama's twin brother, and Nathan was rather close to
him. He, too, had helped Nathan to get a grasp on his life.
Carmine, aka Shaft, was Ethan's husband. It was his ailing heart
condition
that helped Nathan to see his career path in Hospice. Shaft was
in
perfect health now, and he was probably the liveliest person Nathan had
ever
encountered; he was a walking miracle, Nathan thought with
reverence.
Carter and Dwayne were brothers whom Ethan and Shaft planned to soon
adopt. They were both caring guys, each in his own unique
way. Mark
was another of their sons, and he and Nathan often played board games
and such
together. Mark was very intelligent, and he often had insight
that Nathan
had learned to value. Though Mark was from the streets, Nathan
did not
know him well until they found a home at the old hotel. Last was
their
son Jonah. He and Nathan shared a special bond, as they both were
survivors of an abusive home; they had also lived on the streets
together,
assisting each other in times of need. Yes, Jonah was quite a
treasure. Nathan was thankful he had found two fathers who felt
that way
about his wonderful young friend.
Aunt Cole was Shaft's twin sister, and Nathan felt she were closer to
God than
most anyone could possibly be. Cole's fiancé Allen was the
assistant
pastor of their church. The two of them acted as the family's
spiritual
guides.
Finally, there was Nathan's Uncle Kal and Uncle Kanawha. They
were very
loving men, and Nathan felt quite safe with them. Pete and Brad,
their
youngest sons, had lived on the streets with Jonah and Nathan; so had
Chance,
another of their sons. For obvious reasons, the three held a
special
place in Nathan's heart. Aisa was their other son, and Nathan
simply
adored him; all four of them, honestly. Somehow, they each made
him feel
better about his life, bringing him comfort and a sense of steadiness
he often
needed.
The family rounded out with Nathan, his Moma and Papa, and his Aunt
Hela.
There were numerous friends and a few other relatives who frequently
visited,
but this was the mainstay of Nathan's family. As he took in all
their
faces, he realized just how much of a rock they had been for him.
No
matter what, they were there any time Nathan needed them.
Unconditionally, they loved him, and that made his heart soar high up
to the
heavens.
Most times, Nathan felt completely unworthy of their love. But,
that did
not make him appreciate it any less. In fact, it seemed to make
him
cherish it all the more. Each day, he tried his best to let them
know
just how much they meant to him. In every activity, he strived
for
perfection, only as a means of expressing his gratitude to his family
and for
the new life they were helping him to build.
'I need to give Max, Cindy, and Aaron credit in this, too.'
Nathan
smiled to himself. 'They are just as much family as the rest
of us.'
Truly, Nathan loved each of his dearest friends.
As he finished his breakfast, Nathan began to wonder about Coal and
Brian. Coal had no real family or friends that Kal knew of, other
than a
lady from whom he had rented an apartment years before. Nathan
fully
believed that Coal had felt edgy being around everyone while they
visited him
in the hospital. He chuckled to himself as he imagined Coal's
reaction to
the magnitude of family he had inadvertently inherited. They were
each
making preparations to contribute to his personal care once he was
released,
and Nathan had to giggle as he pictured Coal's handling of this.
'He's the one who put Uncle Kal down as his family.' Nathan
grinned. 'I
don't think he has any idea what that will mean for him down the
road.
Hmm. Uncle Kal's not one to take no for an answer, I don't
guess.'
He laughed.
Nathan then thought of Brian Armstrong. He had just earned a
scholarship
from the university for his baseball skills and exceptional grades that
past
May. Dr. Haga was still uncertain as to the extent of the
injuries Brian
had suffered to his head. The many fractures throughout his body
would
give him a strong need for physical therapy, too. Nathan truly
doubted
that Brian would be playing baseball anytime soon, so he wondered what
that
would do to his scholarship. Then, Nathan wondered whether or not
Brian
would even go back to the university.
>From what Aisa had said, Brian had been planning on a degree in
engineering. From Nathan's classes, however, he had learned that
brain
trauma had so many variables as to the effects it would have on the
injured
person. He also knew that there were often limitations.
Quietly,
Nathan prayed that would not be the case for poor Brian.
Then, Nathan remembered the rape. As if all this were not enough,
the
poor guy had been sexually assaulted. Though Nathan knew brain
trauma was
not a good thing, he also understood that victims often suffered a
lapse in
memory. From that, he held a hope that the memories of the attack
and
rape stayed at bay from the young man's mind. It seemed to Nathan
that
Brian had far too much on his proverbial plate as it were.
"Thinking about Brian, again?" Jason asked softly.
"Y-yeah, Papa. I-I just f-f-feel so b-bad for him."
Nathan replied. "We're a-a-almost the same age,
e-e-even.
It j-just doesn't s-s-seem fair."
Nathan sighed softly as his father pull him into a firm hug.
Gently, he
kissed the top of Nathan's head. "Life isn't always
fair.
We just have to, well, make the most of it, son. That's all we
can
do."
Nathan knew his father was right, but it still did not take away the
pain he
felt in his heart for what Brian had suffered. "I
g-guess." He replied softly.
As Jason's hand gently petted Nathan, he melted into his father's warm
embrace. Though it didn't relieve his agony for Brian completely,
it did
make Nathan feel safe. Turning slightly, Nathan rested his head
on his
Papa's shoulder.
"As hard as this might be to hear, son, sometimes bad things
happen.
But, I like to think they, hmm, happen for a reason, I guess."
Jason methodically spoke in Nathan's ear. "At least, I like
to
think that good things can come out of, well, terrible things like
this."
Then, his Papa lifted Nathan's head and looked into his eyes, resting
his
forehead upon Nathan's. "You just have to look for the good
in
it, son. It's hard, I know. But, it keeps you sane, at least."
Nathan smiled at Jason. He knew how hard stuttering could be; yet
his
Papa spoke so well under those circumstances. He had that inner
peace,
Nathan guessed, the one Nathan just could not seem to find. He
felt pride
for his father's accomplishments. He also wanted desperately to
some day
be just like the man before him.
Jason was an inspiration to Nathan, and he thought that was the way it
should
be; fathers were supposed to be role models for their sons.
Nathan
grinned warmly as he realized he was looking at one of the best men
after which
he could possibly pattern his life. Jason's kindness, compassion
and
loving nature were traits Nathan hoped he would develop within
himself.
He also prayed that he would one day find a source of tranquility, just
as his
father had done.
Nathan looked over quickly to his Mama. Somehow, her love had
given his
Papa that peace of mind. He just hoped he would be as lucky with
love.
As Nathan reflected upon himself, however, he just could not see that
becoming
a reality. He was tainted, used and discarded by countless
others.
Nathan wasn't even sure how many it had been. He had lost count,
trying
his best to not even think about what he had to do in order to do what
must be
done. Granted, Nathan had his reasons for doing it. But,
that
didn't make him any less a whore; so he thought, anyway.
How could someone ever love him? First, there was the speech
problem that
few seemed able to overlook. Then, there was his past.
Sure, no one
could know about it just by looking at him, but Nathan learned one
valuable
thing from his family: relationships are built on honesty, truth,
understanding, and love. Nathan took that lesson to heart and
could never
withhold such information from someone he saw in that regard.
So, who could love him? His family, but that went without
question; that
was what family did, Nathan speculated. Cindy, Aaron, and, of
course, Max
loved him, but that love was very different from the one for which
Nathan
yearned. They knew all about his past, well, except for why he
did what
he did. Only one person knew of that besides Nathan; that man was
his
Uncle Kal.
It wasn't that Nathan had told him, either. Nathan had wanted to
keep
that information a closely guarded secret. He had his reasons for
that,
too. But, Kal just knew things about someone, a gift he
possessed, as he
explained it to Nathan. In Kal, though, Nathan had a confidant,
for his
uncle had never disclosed the information to anyone. That was one
of many
reasons why Kal's smaller family was so dear to Nathan.
Nathan had told Trace Andrews about his past the day Trace had first
asked him
out for a date. Nathan knew Trace found it a bit hard to swallow
at
first, but he kept his date with Nathan, regardless. As time
progressed,
though, Nathan and Trace became more of friends than anything
else. While
Nathan cared deeply for Trace, it wasn't the romantic love he
sought.
Nathan was certain Trace felt the same way, too; they were friends who
went out
together, nothing more.
His family was very fond of Trace. Nathan found him very good
looking,
but the connection was just not there. Though Grams and the
others held
hope that this would someday change, Nathan knew it would never
be. He
was happy with Trace's friendship; who wouldn't be? Trace was a
great
guy, after all. But, Nathan still wanted to someday find a
romantic love,
one that would last a lifetime.
Shaking his head slightly, Nathan tucked those thoughts away. He
hugged
his father tightly and smiled. "You a-always know j-j-just
what
t-t-t-to say, Papa." In that, Nathan felt he was being
honest. What his father had said did make him stop dwelling on
Brian. And though it made him think of other things to worry
about, his
Papa didn't have to know. That made Nathan chuckle to
himself. His
Papa was far too precious. "I'm g-gonna brush my t-t-t-teeth
and
then I'll b-be ready."
"Anxious to get to Coal?" Jason asked, smirking slightly.
Nathan blushed immediately. "Yeah." He
admitted. Though Nathan liked the idea of working with Coal, he
also knew
that he liked looking at the man. He was drop-dead gorgeous in
Nathan's
humble opinion. That was at least a part of Nathan's eagerness to
get to
work. The fantasies he had dreamed of both Coal and Garrett just
hours
before were still fresh in his mind, only making his cheeks grow hotter
as
Nathan recalled them.
His Papa just laughed. "Well, Coal is a good man. He is
rather good looking, I guess."
Again, Nathan blushed, turning crimson this time. He knew his
father was
only playing with him, though. "Hmm. I s-sure think
so." Nathan laughed. "His eyes,
e-especially."
"They are like husky's eyes." His father
snickered.
Nathan raised his eyebrows, as a huge grin crossed his face. "Hmm,
he w-wears them well! Th-that's for sure."
Jason swatted Nathan playfully on the butt. "Get upstairs
before
your hormones, you know, make you explode." He laughed.
'If only you knew!' Nathan chuckled to himself, regarding his
father with
loving eyes.
As Nathan started off to go brush his teeth, his Moma stood and hugged
him
gently. Looking at Jason, she smirked. "He is a lot
like
you in that regards." She jibed, and Nathan turned his head
to
see his father blushing. Then, she kissed Nathan's
forehead. "Nobody
picks on my baby, not even his Papa."
Nathan giggled. "Hmm. Thanks, Moma."
After brushing his teeth, Nathan met his Moma and Papa at the
door.
Hela darted from the kitchen with a larger lunch cooler than usual.
Handing it to Nathan, she smiled. "There are bacon, egg, and
cheese biscuits in here for Aisa and Chance. There are also
lunches for
you three boys and that Dr. Kersey. I even packed him a breakfast
biscuit, too." She leaned over and kissed Nathan on the
cheek. "And, there is some ice cream packed in dry ice for
Coal. I'm not sure if they will let him have it, but it is
homemade." Then, she grinned. "Just don't let
Chance know it is in there, or poor Coal will never see it. I
swear, that
kid can sure eat."
Nathan had to agree with her on that. "Thanks." He
replied, kissing Hela goodbye.
He then made his way to the SUV with his mother and father.
Nathan was
amazed at all the snow that had fallen, and still, there was a light
amount
coming down. As they walked down the path he and his cousins had
shoveled
the night before, Nathan watched carefully for any icy patches.
The last
thing his Moma needed was to fall. The bitter winds almost took
his
breath away as they finally made their way to the SUV. At least
it would
be warm inside, he thought, seeing that his father had started it prior
to
their leaving.
"I th-think Coal will l-l-like this." Nathan said, almost out
of the blue.
Jason laughed. "Maybe even you for bringing it!
This
Garrett too, I imagine."
As his father said this, Nathan wondered how his parents would
react if
something would actually become of his fancy for either of these
men.
Then, he quickly dismissed those thoughts as crazy, wishful dreaming on
his
part.
Jena swatted his Papa, but the three of them laughed over the whole
thing. His father placed a duffle bag containing clothes for Aisa
and
Chance into the back seat.
Afterwards, he smiled at Nathan. "It will be good to see Coal
again. I just wish we could stay longer. Hmm. Maybe
we can go
by after work, too."
Jena was opening the passenger side door. "Hey, I think it
would
be great, just as long as we don't overcrowd him. From what Kal
says,
Coal sounds a lot like Kanawha used to be. Stormy was never much
for
people, especially big crowds." She said in thought. "I
don't want to overwhelm the poor guy."
"Yeah. I-I think i-it might have been t-t-to much l-last
night." Nathan replied, remembering what he assessed of
Coal's
reaction to everyone. "I th-think he needs some a-a-alone
time
t-too." No sooner had Nathan uttered those words than the
reality of what he had said came to him in the form of his father's
laughter.
"Don't even touch that one, honey." His Mama warned as she
climbed into the front passenger seat. "I swear, are all men
obsessed with those things or what?"
Again, his father giggled. Nathan shook with laughter in the back
seat. He wasn't expecting what happened next, however.
His mother gazed at his father's lap and then looked him back in the
eyes. "There is a huge difference between enjoying something
and
being obsessed with it, honey. Don't even try that line on me." She
said wryly. "Your ego might get bruised."
"Maybe w-we can w-work out a s-s-s-schedule of some s-sort."
Nathan offered, trying to change the subject. Yes, he knew his
mother was
pregnant, and he knew how the mechanics of that worked; he was almost
18, after
all. But the mental images that invaded his mind of the two of
them doing
that stuff had poor Nathan shuddering.
'Some things should not be imagined! Your parents having sex
is
definitely in the top ten of that list.' Nathan postulated,
cringing as he
tried his best to shake those thoughts from his brain. 'Hmm.
The top
three, even.' he added in retrospect.
Jena laughed. "Sorry, baby. But, it is a perfectly
normal
part of life."
Nathan covered his ears quickly, humming to himself. "I-I-I'm not
listening."
As both his parents laughed heartily, Nathan sighed with relief.
Finally,
those horrid images were gone. Slowly, Nathan removed his hands
from his
ears, smirking at his Moma and Papa, who were turned to look at him.
"Th-that was j-just t-t-t-too much!" He giggled. "It
p-p-probab-bly scarred me f-for life."
"It's not that bad!" His mother retorted with a
snicker. Then, Nathan watched as her face drew up in a look of
pure
distaste. "EWE! I take that back." She shuddered,
looking at Nathan. "I just envisioned your Grandma Jean and
my
father. Not a pretty picture."
Nathan again covered his ears and started humming. "I d-don't
want th-that one, either!"
"Hmm. The schedule sounds like a fine idea, son."
Jason said, and Nathan gave his father a look of thanks for mercifully
changing
the subject. "We should talk to Kal about it."
As they slowly drove across Raven Cliff, Nathan was lost in random
thoughts. They passed Central Avenue, and Nathan recalled many an
evening
he had spent working on the corner. Most of his customers were
older than
himself, though he had occasionally serviced some that were closer to
his own
age. One in particular came to mind, a guy who called himself
Denver. If that had been his real name, Nathan was not
certain.
But, Denver had grown to be a regular for him.
Denver had been a bit overweight and very shy. Nathan thought he
was a
nice guy, though. At least, he was always nice to Nathan.
He knew
Denver had to have been at least 18 when they first met, for he always
had a
room rented. He usually even let Nathan have the room for the
rest of the
night, once they were finished with their business. On those
nights,
Nathan would hunt down his friends from the streets to share in the
good
fortunes of a hot shower and warm place to sleep, if only for a few
hours.
Nathan smiled as he recalled some of the mishaps and adventures he had
shared
with his friends on those evenings. Jonah was always fascinated
with
watching the television, while Chance spent an hour at least taking a
bath. Brad just enjoyed having a bed and pillow, while Pete
always found
a magazine or newspaper to read.
As Nathan reflected upon this, his father's words came back to
him. 'You
just have to look for the good in it, son.' Nathan quoted in his
mind. Nathan had his reasons for doing the things he did.
Although
this caused him to once again take his place as the bane of blackness,
he found
himself able to smile about it. Despite the terrible
circumstances, there
had been a lot of good that had come of it. And, for the first
time since
he could remember, Nathan allowed himself to think that he might not be
such a
horrible monster after all.
Gently, his arms snaked around Jason from behind the driver's seat,
drawing his
father into a firm hug. Nathan laid his chin along his Papa's
shoulder,
sighing with the love he felt for the man. A few stray tears
trickled
lightly down his cheeks as he drew his father even closer.
"Just th-thinking about what y-you said b-b-before." Nathan
explained. "Y-you alw-ways know just what t-t-to say, Papa."
Jason's hand drew back and cradled Nathan's nape fondly. "I
love
you, son. Always, I love you."
Again, Nathan found his father saying exactly what he needed to
hear. For
in that moment, Nathan needed his father's love and reassurance.
He could
not fathom why Jason chose to love him as much as he did, but Nathan
understood
without any doubt that his Papa did indeed love him. For that,
Nathan was
even more certain why he loved his father so dearly. And, for
once, that
was all that mattered. Worthy or not, Nathan accepted the fact
that he
was loved.
He held his father tightly for the next several blocks. Then,
Nathan
settled back into his seat, just fondly watching the two people who
meant more
to him than anything the world could offer. They loved him, and
no matter
what, Nathan realized that they always would. It was as if
things
were finally seeping into his thick skull, and this revelation had
Nathan
grinning from ear to ear.
As they pulled into the hospital parking lot, Nathan found himself
bubbling
with a new zest and energy. There was one thought that prevailed
in his
mind. He just had to see him.
Nathan grabbed the lunch cooler, eager to find him. His Papa took
hold of
the duffle bag, smirking at Nathan. He could see the glimmering
love in
his Papa's eyes clearly now. It had always been there, but never
before
had it shined so brightly. As Nathan looked to his Mama, he was
pleased
to find that same love gleaming there as well.
"It looks like a bright and shiny day for you, son." She
smiled.
"I was thinking the same." His Papa added, as he softly
patted Nathan's leg.
Nathan grinned at them both. He was amazed at how well his
parents knew
him, but he was thankful for that, too. The closeness the three
of them
shared was a treasure, one Nathan was beginning to fully grasp.
"Thanks t-to you guys, I-I think it will b-be." Nathan
bubbled with enthusiasm. "I j-just feel great!"
Jason clasped his shoulder as Nathan shut his door. The two
walked around
the vehicle together to escort Jena. As they walked through the
lot to
the main doors, Nathan chuckled to himself. 'How many families
walk in
a group hug?' He pondered.
The crisp air did not faze him in the slightest, as Nathan felt a
warmth
growing from within himself. He just had to see him. That's
all
there was to it.
The three entered the hospital and boarded the elevator. Nathan
pushed
the button for the third floor repeatedly, as if it would get them
there any
more quickly. This time, his mother snickered.
"In a hurry are we, son?" She smiled.
"Just a-a-anxious to get s-s-started." Nathan
grinned. "I think C-c-c-coal will be glad t-to see you,
Papa." He added, now looking at his father intently.
"Hmm." His father seemed to be thinking. "I just
wish it were better terms for the visit."
"Well, people's paths in life cross for a reason, honey. Just
have
faith in that." Jena said, stroking her husband's back.
Nathan smiled watching their interactions.
'Someday, that will be me.' he happily assured himself. 'Someday
soon, I hope.'
Finally, the elevator reached the third floor. Nathan quickly
navigated
the halls, practically dragging his parents along behind him. He
was
excited, and he just had to see him as quickly as possible.
As they entered room 342, Nathan spied the one he sought. He sat
the
lunch cooler down in the floor and almost sprinted to him, embracing
him in a
firm hug. Nathan then fondly kissed his cheek.
"I reckon you just best get your ol' paws off my Aisa, and 'em lips of
yours too." Chance snickered.
Nathan smiled at him as he hugged Aisa even more tightly. Then,
he
whispered in Aisa's ear. "I th-think I f-f-finally understand
what you've been s-s-saying." Leaning back slightly, he
looked
into Aisa's gentle blue eyes. "Thanks s-s-so much."
Aisa grinned at him. His hand softly stroked through Nathan's
hair.
"Any time you need me, Nathan, don't hesitate. We're family,
so
no need to be shy. Besides, Angel and I love you. We just
want you
to be happy is all."
Nathan gasped slightly at the warmth of his cousin's gentle hand.
He so
adored Aisa, the boy who was growing into such a wonderful man.
He always
gave Nathan encouragement and sage advice, but it was now that Nathan
was
starting to see the logic in Aisa's words.
'Maybe there is hope for me after all.' Nathan giggled to
himself.
That thought had him reaching out and pulling Chance into a three-way
hug. Chance had been there for Nathan, too, giving him every
ounce of
hope the boy could possibly muster. And, for that, Nathan was
thankful.
"I reckon it's about time you opened up 'em eyes of yours."
Chance said softly. "Now you's just gotta find your
voice.
Then you's 'll be able to help ol' Coal find his."
Nathan cast his gaze at Coal, who seemed surprised to have a visit from
Nathan's Papa and Moma. "You think so?" He asked
in earnest.
Chance started giggling, and Nathan looked at him cautiously. He
had been
known to pull a prank or two, so Nathan wondered what was up.
"I ain't funnin' you, Nathan. I's just laughin' cause I wouldn't
've
said it unless I thought so. You's 'll just have to see for
you'self is
all." Chance smiled. He then patted Nathan on the
shoulder
fondly. "I reckon you's havin' a real good day, huh?"
Nathan shook his head in answer. Then, he remembered
breakfast.
Grabbing the cooler, he turned and smiled.
"Aunt Hela s-sent s-s-s-something for you b-both." Nathan
replied, digging out their breakfast biscuits. Nathan was careful
to keep
Coal's ice cream hidden from Chance, however.
Aisa chuckled. "Angel was just complaining about starving to
death. Though I must admit, I am rather hungry myself."
Nathan handed them each their food. Then, he placed the cooler at
the
foot of the bed and walked around to Coal. Leaning down, he
gently kissed
Coal's forehead.
"Hmm, morning. Aunt Hela sent s-s-something special f-for you,
t-t-t-too." He grinned. "I'll g-give it to you
l-l-later, though."
Nathan carefully wiped back Coal's short black hair, noticing the silky
texture
of it as it slid against his palm. He stared into his pale,
silver-blue
eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow, Nathan could
almost hear
Coal through his eyes; he could not explain it, but it was as if there
souls
connected with even a passing glance.
"Papa was w-worried you, um, w-w-wouldn't want to s-s-see him."
He smiled at Coal. "I t-t-told him you w-would, though."
Nathan had picked up on this while in the elevator. And, as he
looked
into Coal's eyes, he saw the way the light shimmered off the tiny
specks in
shades of blue that made up his irises. For some reason, Nathan
knew Coal
was happy Jason had come to visit. That made him smile even more
broadly.
"I g-guess I'll get to work, b-but I'll be b-back later, K?"
He assured Coal. Something in his eyes let Nathan know he was a
bit
nervous. "A-aisa and Chance will be here, c-cause we d-don't
have
sc-c-chool. You just have a g-g-good time with Papa and Mama."
Nathan kissed his forehead softly one more time. Then, he hugged
his
parents before grabbing the lunch cooler and heading down the
hallway. He
packed the cooler away in his locker, then dialed ER from the staff
phone. He talked to Garrett for a moment, finding out that he
would be up
to check on Coal in a half-hour. That gave Nathan time to get his
work
duties in order and go see Brian.
Nathan somewhat cringed when he saw Nurse Proctor was the floor RN for
the
day. She was always so flippant and mean when it came to
Nathan. He
just hoped he could steer clear of her for the majority of his
shift. As
he approached the desk, she looked up at him with an emotionless
expression.
"You have a pretty easy day lined up, kid." She said with
little variance in her tone. "Nurse Channing has left strict
orders with your assignments. You are to look after Mr. Black and
Mr.
Armstrong. Mr. Armstrong is still in the ICU, so you will have to
hustle
back and forth." Nurse Proctor pointed her finger and greatly
emphasized the hustling part to Nathan.
"B-but I d-don't..." Nathan started.
"You will be trained in specifically what it is you are to do for him
while you are down there, kid." She then seemed as if she
were
measuring Nathan. From the growing scowl on her face, Nathan knew
he was
falling short of her expectations. "It seems that someone
thinks
you have talent and ability."
The flat affect in her tone made Nathan feel as if she were inviting
him to
challenge her, as she obviously disagreed with the assessment.
Nathan
thought about it for a moment, then lowered his eyes to the
ground. It
would not do him any good, he thought. No matter what he did, he
would
never measure up in Nurse Proctor's eyes.
"Yeah, so I guess you will start with Mr. Black. Once he is
bathed
and his room cleaned, you can go on down to ICU to attend to Mr.
Armstrong.
You will need to check on Mr. Black periodically, and be back
here in
order to feed him his lunch. It seems he will be getting jello
and
broth." She continued in a monotone manner.
Nathan was thrilled with this. He was pretty sure Garrett would
allow
Coal to have the ice cream Aunt Hela had sent. Somehow, rewarding
Coal
with such a tasty treat made Nathan feel excited. He wondered why
that
was, but dismissed the thought as he turned to leave. Thinking,
he turned
back to Nurse Proctor.
"I'm g-g-gonna go down a-and check on B-brian, n-n-now." He
said softly.
"You still have a little bit before your shift starts, so knock
yourself
out, kid." She replied, not even looking up from whatever it was
she
was reading. Somehow, she always made Nathan feel worthless.
'Not today.' he reaffirmed to himself. Today was going to be
a better
day, even if it killed him. He was that determined.
Nathan checked his watch as he stepped off the elevator. He still
had 20
minutes before Garrett would be in to see Coal. He wanted to make
sure he
was there to give Garrett his breakfast biscuit and ask about the ice
cream.
Nathan found his way to the ICU easily. He had wanted to check on
Brian
the day before, but he had been busy, then exhausted once the extra
long shift
was over. As he entered Brian's room, Nathan almost lost
his breath
completely.
There lay a figure wrapped almost completely in a body cast.
Tubes and
wires were everywhere, and only Brian's left hand seemed to be free of
any
medical gadget. Nathan softly walked over and grasped his
hand.
Gently, he caressed it as he studied what little of Brian's face was
not
bandaged.
He could see Brian's long, thick lashes as they curled to almost touch
his
swollen and bruised eyelids. His nose was discolored and swollen
as well,
though it still housed an oxygen line. His lips looked a dark
purple and
were also swollen significantly. What little of his cheeks showed
through
the bandages also showed marks from the beating.
Nathan's heart churned in his throat as he fought back the tears that
were
quickly building. Nathan imagined Brian to be a nice guy,
though he
really had no basis for his speculation. He had never met him
before, and
only knew he was Coach Armstrong's nephew. Still, Nathan was led
to see
him in this light. Ever so gently, Nathan stroked his
bandage-covered
face. Then, he leaned down and kissed Brian's forehead.
"I d-don't know i-i-if you can hear me or n-not, but I'll be
p-p-p-praying
for you." He said softly. "I guess, um, w-we will
be w-w-working together now. S-s-so you just g-gotta get better."
Nathan sighed.
Maybe it was the situation in general, but Nathan found his heart
reaching out
to Brian. He thought about their similar ages, putting himself in
the
other man's shoes. As he did so, Nathan realized what a long road
Brian
would have to travel during his recovery. And, as that revelation
touched
Nathan's mind, he found himself weeping uncontrollably.
Nathan was startled when a hand gently clasped his shoulder. He
turned to
find a strikingly handsome man standing beside him. The man cast
him a
sad smile.
"Are you a friend of Brian's?" He asked softly.
Nathan found the voice to be quite soothing, so he smiled. He
hummed to
himself lightly. "N-n-no. I-I-I just w-work w-with
him." Quickly, Nathan wiped away his tears with his one free hand.
The man seemed to regard Nathan for a moment. Then a grin crossed
his
face. "Oh, you are the guy who found Brian! Nathan,
right?" He asked.
"Yeah." Nathan said almost breathlessly. He felt his
stomach spinning into knots as nervousness began to take hold of him.
"They said you would be working with him. Brian's dad asked for
you
specifically." The guy stated. He stared at Nathan for
a
moment, and then blushed slightly. "Where are my
manners?
I'm Chet, Brian's roommate. If the staff asks, though, I am his
cousin." He laughed somewhat awkwardly.
Nathan was instantly reminded of the family only rule for the
ICU, but
smiled his understanding to Chet. 'Boy is he a hot one!'
Nathan assessed. The sparkling grey eyes and gentle smile stirred
Nathan
to no end. Still, he managed to keep his raging hormones in check.
As Nathan stroked Brian's hand absent-mindedly, he felt the twitching
fingers. "Th-that's a good s-s-sign!" Nathan
exclaimed with relief. "H-his f-f-fingers were m-moving."
Chet smiled broadly. "Yeah. He was doing that a few
times
yesterday. It gives us hope, you know, when he does it. I
just know
he can hear us." Nathan noted the tears forming in Chet's
gentle
eyes. "He just has to get better. I've grown fond of
him,
even if he is a pain in the ass most days."
"You've known h-him long?" Nathan inquired, trying to make
a way for Chet to unleash his bottled feelings.
"Just since the start of the semester, actually. But, he is easy
to
like, I guess. We were friends almost immediately."
Chet
said with a half smile. "I'm not sure, but it was like we had
known each other forever or something. He's just so easy to talk
to, and
he makes you laugh at almost everything."
Nathan moved slightly to offer Chet Brian's hand. As he took it,
Chet's
hand brushed slightly against Nathan's, setting off his raging hormones
once
again. Despite his best efforts, Nathan felt his cheeks growing
hot. 'Not as hot as Chet by any means.' he laughed to
himself.
Chet told Nathan about his first week with Brian as his roommate, and
Nathan
learned many things about the man with whom he would be working.
It
seemed that the talk helped Chet to get his mind off of Brian's attack,
at
least for the moment. Nathan found himself lost in the story as
he noted
the time.
"Hmm. I h-have to go check on C-c-coal. But, I-I'll be
b-back
soon, OK?" Nathan explained, patting Chet on the shoulder.
"Yeah. We'll be here." The man smiled, squeezing
his roommate's hand. "It will be nice for Brian to have
someone
to talk to today besides me." He laughed. "He
always says I am way too boring to be but 18 years of age."
"Well, I'll be b-back." Nathan grinned before leaving the
room.
Nathan ran to his locker and retrieved the cooler. He knew if he
had not
locked it away, Chance would have eaten practically everything.
He
laughed about this as he headed back down the hallway and into Coal's
room.
Garrett was talking with Coal as Nathan entered. He smiled at
them both,
sitting the cooler on the tray beside the bed. Opening it, he
retrieved
Garrett's breakfast biscuit and Coal's ice cream and a spoon.
"A-aunt Hela s-sent you this, a-and lunch, t-too." He
blushed. "Sh-she also sent C-coal this." He added,
showing Garrett the ice cream. "C-c-can he h-have it?"
Nathan almost pleaded.
Dr. Kersey laughed softly. "Well, I might have to taste it to
make sure it will be good for him."
Nathan chuckled at him. "Hmm. Aunt Hela m-might get m-mad and
s-s-stop sending you lunch."
Garrett's eyes lit up with seeming surprise. "Well, in that
case,
Coal can have all the ice cream he wants. Just be careful he
doesn't get
brain freeze. That hurts, you know." Nathan chuckled as
Garrett grabbed his head in mock pain.
As Garrett started in on his biscuit, Nathan gave Coal a bite of the
ice
cream. He could tell Coal liked it immediately. "I-it's
h-homemade." Nathan enthused. Then, he studied the
room. "Where are Aisa a-and Chance?"
"In the shower." Dr. Kersey stated with his mouth
full.
Nathan rolled his eyes and snickered. "Hmm. Th-that
figures."
As Nathan studied Coal, he just felt certain that Coal found that
amusing. Garrett obviously had. Nathan fed him another
bite,
smiling as he watched Coal savor the taste.
"B-b-brian's fingers moved." Nathan stated, and then
chuckled at how off-track his thinking was sounding to himself, much
less
everyone else.
He noted that Coal seemed interested about this, and as Nathan turned,
he found
Garrett equally enthused.
Nathan hummed to himself a moment, focusing his thoughts. "I
w-w-went down, just a l-little bit ago. While I was t-t-talking
with his
r-roommate, they just s-s-started moving." He continued.
"Ch-chet said they did y-yesterday too."
"Excellent sign." Garrett said with what seemed to be
relief. "That makes me more hopeful for his recovery."
Nathan fed Coal yet another bite. "Feels g-good on your, um,
throat, huh?" Nathan smiled. The dance in Coal's eyes
illustrated his enjoyment of Hela's special treat quite well. "Y-you
have fun s-s-seeing Papa and Mama?" He asked, and again the
reflection in Coals eyes seemed to indicate his answer. Nathan
also
noticed the minute movements in his eyebrows and forehead. Plus,
the
corners of his mouth turned up slightly. "Yeah, I th-thought
so." He laughed. "Papa was so e-e-excited to s-see
you, too. I th-think they are c-c-coming back this e-evening."
Coal seemed to be concentrating on something, and Nathan had an idea
what it
was. "Not sure who is s-s-staying ton-night, but
s-s-s-somebody
will be." He stated. The look in Coal's eyes had Nathan
laughing. "Yeah, I guess I unders-stand you p-p-pretty
well. N-not sure how, b-but I th-think I do."
Again, Nathan felt certain he had assessed Coal's thoughts
correctly. He
felt hands clasp his shoulders gently, and the scent let him know it
was Dr.
Kersey.
"I knew you would be excellent for this job, buddy. And, I'm
glad
Coal has such a perceptive caretaker. It will make things much
easier on
him." Garrett praised.
Nathan leaned his head back slightly to rest on Garrett's
shoulder.
"Thanks." He sighed softly.
"Nonsense, Nathan. It's the truth, buddy, so there's no reason to
thank anyone. You are going to be a great nurse. Just you
wait and
see." He continued. "See. Coal agrees with
me, too." He chuckled.
As Nathan studied Coal, he could not help but smile. Something
about that
man made Nathan feel differently. He could not quite
place his
finger on it, but it was there, nonetheless. Working with Coal
was going
to be a very rewarding experience, he thought. Again, Nathan was
reminded
of his father's words. He just prayed that much good came from
this
tragedy that had befallen Coal and Brian.
'Hmm. I wonder if I would have ever met you if it hadn't
happened, Coal?'
Nathan pondered to himself. To that question, Nathan honestly
had no
answer. But, his mind recalled his mother's words to his Papa
that
morning, that the paths of people's lives cross for reasons beyond the
obvious. Perhaps someday, Coal and Brian would find comfort in
those
words; at least, Nathan hoped so. In the mean time, however, they
both
had much recovering to do. Nathan just prayed the faith that Dr.
Kersey
and Nurse Channing had placed in him would prove to be sound judgment
on their
part; he just hoped he would turn out to be the right man for the job.
As Dr. Kersey talked with Coal, Nathan continued feeding him the ice
cream. At one point, he looked to find Garrett intently watching
him. A thought struck Nathan, and he turned slightly, smiling at
the
doctor.
"Hmm. You th-think you m-might, um, y-you know, want t-t-to try
f-feeding him?" Nathan asked softly. He observed Coal
for
a moment, feeling certain that Coal had no objections to Garrett's
helping
hand. "It s-seems to be OK with C-coal."
Garrett seemed surprised by this, but a smile broadened on his
face.
Taking the spoon, he chuckled somewhat nervously. "You might
find
this shocking, but I have never actually fed anyone anything before."
Nathan gently patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I-it's
p-p-pretty easy. Just, um, d-don't make the b-b-bites to big."
Nathan watched as Garrett fed Coal a bite of ice cream. He noted
the huge
grin this act seemed to bring upon the doctor's face. Garrett
gave Coal a
few more bites, then giggled in a bemused manner.
"Yeah, guys. Little things like this excite me. I guess
that
makes me weird or something." His cheeks flushed with a
strong
pink color.
Nathan chuckled softly, rubbing Garrett's shoulder supportively. "Hmm.
I think m-m-maybe you, um, might want to, w-w-well, be a n-nurse
s-s-someday."
He seemed to have a fond expression in his eyes as he stared at Nathan
for a
few seconds. "The thought does have its appeal, buddy.
Hmm,
I guess I can see why you want to do this so badly." He
finally
stated.
The bathroom door opened with a huge puff of steam escaping into the
main area
of Coal's room. Through the fog emerged Aisa and Chance,
affectionately
holding hands as usual. Nathan grinned at them, and he noticed
Chance's
immediate interest in the ice cream.
"You bring us some of 'at good ol' ice cream too? I reckon I's
still
a bit hungry." Chance enthused.
"Just Coal." Nathan giggled, noting his cousins'
crestfallen faces. "It's all A-aunt Hela packed."
He explained.
Chance strolled over to the bed, gripping Coal's shoulder gently.
"Stealin'
all our ice cream are ya?" He said sternly, though a smile was
plastered across his face. Nathan watched while Chance's hazel
eyes
twinkled as they turned to blue. "I reckon we's gonna have to
have us a long talk 'bout sharin' the good stuff, ol' boy."
Nathan could make out the slightest smirk on Coal's face, believing he
must
enjoy the light humor of Chance. Chance rubbed Coal's shoulder
with
seeming affection. As Coal's gaze turned his way, Chance lit up
with a
smile.
"I guess it's a good thing Jew n' Jena done took 'at ol' cat of yours
with
'em to Dad's work. Otherwise, none of us could a fed you none of
that
without her a hissin' n' a growlin' n' stuff." He
laughed. "Well, 'cept maybe Aisa, but you don't want him
feedin'
you nothin'. He tried that with me 'is one time, n' he liked to
stabbed
me with the fork right on the tongue."
Aisa laughed as he lightly shoved Chance. "Oh, Angel.
It
wasn't that bad!"
The grin on Chance's face let Nathan know that something good was about
to
come. He nearly lost it, however, when he heard Chances reply.
"Well, I reckon if I's wantin' one of 'em piercin's in my tongue it'da
been all right. But, I don't think Coal here wants one of 'em
things
neither, so we's better just keep you away from 'im with the forks n'
stuff." Chance then belly laughed as Aisa grabbed him from
behind.
As his cousins sauntered around in a loving embrace and Garrett
continued
feeding Coal, Nathan entertained the idea of having a lover that would
do those
sorts of things with him. He admired the relationship that Aisa
and
Chance had built together. They had both tender moments and
light-hearted
play. It was a nice balance, Nathan felt, and for guys his own
age, their
love seemed very mature.
Nathan regarded Garrett and Coal, who were both becoming frequent
fantasies for
him. Nathan wondered what life would be like as Garrett's
lover. He
pondered this for a while, but then was flashed with images of
Coal.
Though the daydreams of Garrett were nice, those of Coal were every bit
as
good, if not better. Then, Nathan chuckled to himself. 'You
are
just one horny man, Nathanael!' he mentally assessed.
Gaining control of his roaming mind, Nathan watched as Coal finished
the last
of his ice cream. Aisa and Chance were now snuggled in a chair,
and
Garrett was telling Coal a story of some kind. Nathan realized
that his
trip to fantasyland was a bit longer than he had originally
thought. His
face flushed suddenly with embarrassment, wondering if anyone had
noticed him
zoning out. If they did, no one was giving him any indication as
such. He sighed with relief as he began planning what needed to
be done
next.
Interrupting Garrett's story, Nathan started. "Um, I think
C-coal
needs to g-get his bath. M-m-maybe you can, um, c-c-come back and
visit
l-later." He smiled. Looking at Chance and Aisa, he
added.
"That, um, m-means you guys, t-t-t-too."
Garrett laughed, ruffling up Nathan's hair. "Well, I guess I
should be getting back. I will check in on you, though, Coal."
He smiled at Nathan intently. "I am sure you are the right
man
for the job, buddy. Not a doubt in my mind."
As Garrett started to leave, Chance and Aisa stood. "Well, I
reckon we's gonna go wonder 'round some. Maybe we'll go check n'
see how
Brian's doin'. Maybe we can even sneak on in there without 'em
ol' nurses
knowin' it." Chance stated.
"We can try." Aisa laughed. "If not, we can
wait until Coach gets here. He'll get us in."
"S-stay out of t-t-trouble." Nathan snickered as he watched
his cousin's leave.
He turned his attention back to Coal and studied him intently.
Then, he
laughed. "Yeah. I g-guess his s-stories are a b-b-bit
boring." The expression in Coal's eyes let Nathan know he had
hit the nail on the head. "He is n-nice, though."
Nathan started removing the blanked and sheet that covered Coal. "Y-you
think he's, um, c-cute?" He asked, pausing from his task to
look
at Coal. "I was, um, j-just a-asking." He
laughed. "I k-k-kinda think so, t-too."
After folding the blanket and sheet, Nathan noticed the boxers Coal was
wearing
along with a button up top. He had put them on Coal the evening
before. "These
l-l-look, um, more c-comfortable than, um, th-that gown."
Studying Coal, he again laughed. "More p-private too, I
g-guess."
After carefully removing the garments, Nathan prepared a pan of warm
water and
proceeded to bath Coal. Once again, Coal had a reaction as Nathan
cleaned
his groin. Nathan noted how flushed Coal was with embarrassment.
Smiling, he decided to lighten the mood. Humming to himself
softly, he
made a neutral statement. "It, um, h-has a, um, h-h-hair
trigger
o-on it, y-you know." He held a straight face for only a few
moments before he burst out laughing. He was relieved to see the
laughter
in Coal's eyes, as well. "S-see, it's n-not so bad."
Nathan emptied the water and ran some fresh. He then washed
Coal's hair
and face carefully. Afterwards, he massaged lotion into Coal's
skin,
again paying special attention to his feet. Once that was
finished, he
dressed Coal in fresh boxers and a clean button up shirt. Nathan
then
combed Coal's hair and brushed his teeth. Then, he excused
himself from
the room.
A few minutes later, Nathan returned with another CNA. The two
carefully
turned Coal and began changing the bed. They then turned Coal to
the
opposite side, working both the dirty sheet off the bed, and the clean
one to
the other side. Afterwards, the other CNA left.
Nathan covered Coal up with a clean blanket and sheet. He then
turned on
the radio and began cleaning the room. Frequently, he would stop
and make
small talk with Coal. Each time Nathan gazed into Coal's eyes, he
felt
that undeniable feeling growing stronger. Though he could still
not place
a name to the feeling, it was a most comforting experience, nonetheless.
Nathan also reveled in the idea that he could pretty well gage Coal's
thoughts
through reading his expressions and eyes. Those eyes were quite
alluring
to Nathan, and many times, he found himself transfixed with their
shimmering
sparkles of silver and blue. If Coal was uncomfortable with
Nathan's
gawking, he showed no signs of it. In fact, Nathan often found
Coal
staring back at him, wearing a slight smile upon his face.
When Aisa and Chance returned, Nathan talked with them for a few
minutes, being
certain to include Coal in the conversation. Then, he
begrudgingly
excused himself to go and check on Brian. Before leaving, though,
he
assured Coal that he would soon return.
As Nathan entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see Chet
still
there. He grinned widely at Nathan, then stood to pull up a chair
for
Nathan to join him beside Brian's bed. Nathan bashfully accepted
the
seat, all the while trying to keep his hormones in check.
Within a few minutes, an RN entered the room, checking Brian's
vitals.
She then asked Nathan to follow her to the Nurse's station.
Excusing
himself, Nathan quickly complied.
"Well, Nathan, I guess you have been wondering what it is you are to
do
with Brian. Right now, there isn't a whole lot, other than
keeping the
room cleaned. I mean, it's not like there is much of him you can
bathe." She smiled. Nathan read her nametag, but he
could
not recall ever hearing of her before.
Nurse Blankenship patted his shoulder, then continued. "Nurse
Channing and Dr. Haga have left several things for you to read.
It will
give you more of an idea as to what we might be dealing with once Brain
comes
to." Nathan noted her stressing the word once, and he
immediately liked her optimism. "When we know for certain, we
will give you more specific training. You will also be trained by
the PT
in exercises that will need to be done daily. Of course, he will
have to
heal before we can start any of that."
"S-so why have me w-working with him now?" Nathan
asked. It seemed illogical for them to pull him from the floor
when there
were several patients on his floor who could benefit from his
assistance at
that given moment.
"Well, the family asked for you, for one thing." Nurse
Blankenship grinned, pinching Nathan's cheek lightly. "Dr.
Haga
also wants Brian's mind to be stimulated as much as possible. So,
he
wants you to talk with him." She placed her arm on Nathan's
shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "He can hear
you.
He can't respond much just yet, but he can hear you."
So, that was his task, to talk to Brian. Nathan began to doubt
both his
effectiveness at this and everyone's insistence that he were the man
for the
job. He felt he was a good listener, but he seriously did not see
himself
as much of a speaker.
"This will also give you a chance to learn more about Brian and
those
in his life. After all, you will be spending a great deal of time
with
him during his recovery. Developing a good rapport with the
family will
make the transition run much more smoothly." She added.
Nurse Blankenship reached under the counter and produced a couple of
books and
several booklets. She handed them to Nathan with a smirk. "These
will make a good start. Study these and expect random quizzes."
That startled Nathan to say the least. Nurse Blankenship laughed
heartily, patting him on the back.
"Well, that is our job, Nathan. If you are to work with Brian,
you
need to be familiar with the ins and outs of brain trauma. So, we
will be
asking you questions. If you are not sure about something, just
ask. We'll do our best to get you through it, and if there is
something
we don't know, we'll just ask Dr. Haga." She explained.
"For
now, just talk with Brian and the family. Learn what you can from
them. Study these as you have the chance. And, tidy up as
it's
needed."
Nathan wasn't sure what to think about everything. He felt
overwhelmed
and completely over his head. Still, he would give it a
try. He
owed Nurse Channing and Garrett that much, at least. So, he
tucked the
materials under his arm and headed back into Brian's room.
There, he spent the next hour and a half listening to Chet's stories of
his
adventures with Brian. Nathan made comments here and there, but
Chet did
most of the talking. On occasion, he would ask things about
Nathan.
During those times, Nathan felt almost on the spot, and he would
bashfully give
his answers as best he could. He did notice that he became less
and less
tongue-tied as Nathan became more comfortable being around Chet.
Nathan then went to his locker to retrieve the lunch cooler. Once
back in
Coal's room, he gave Aisa and Chance their lunch. He also fed
Coal his
broth and jello. Coal did not seem too fond of the broth, but
Nathan did
not allow him to put up much of a fuss. The jello was better
received,
however.
"I think ice c-c-cream is b-better, too." Nathan laughed,
reading Coal's expressions over his meal. "M-maybe I can
bring,
um, m-more tomorrow."
Coal seemed very pleased with the idea, which made Nathan almost glow
inside. Seeing Coal happy was rapidly becoming a top priority for
Nathan,
and it seemed completely natural to Nathan for some reason. One
thing was
for certain in Nathan's mind: Coal was special to him.
After visiting with Coal for a little while, Nathan noticed it was time
for
Garrett's lunch. He again excused himself, and then rode the
elevator
down to the bottom floor. Garrett was waiting for him in the
lobby,
smiling intently as he spied the cooler. The two made their way
to the
cafeteria, finding a table by the window.
Nathan unpacked their lunches while Garrett got them sodas from the
vending
machine. As Nathan was getting ready to open his container, he
thought of
Chet. 'Nobody should have to eat the cafeteria food.' he
thought
to himself. Then, Nathan was not so hungry anymore. He
explained
his lack of appetite to Garrett as he put the unopened container back
into the
cooler. Drinking his soda, he shared conversation with Dr.
Kersey as the
handsome man ate. Just as Garrett was taking the last bite, he
was paged
to the ER. He hugged Nathan fondly before returning to his
post.
Nathan cleaned up their mess, then returned to Brian's room.
As Nathan entered, Chet mentioned that he was going to go to the
cafeteria. He was almost speechless, though, when Nathan gave him
the
container. With a few minor protests, Chet finally settled down
in a
chair to eat his lunch. Nathan spent that time talking with
Brian, taking
a few sideways glances at his handsome roommate. After Chet
finished his
lunch, Nathan cleaned up a bit. He then spent the remainder of
his shift
alternating his time between Brian and Coal.
With Max closing the diner due to the snow, Nathan had the evening
off.
Having a couple of hours before his Moma and Papa would be by to the
hospital,
Nathan headed to Coal's room. There, he found Coal sleeping,
along with
Chance and Aisa. He quietly pulled out one of the books Nurse
Blankenship
had given him and began reading. Time escaped Nathan, for soon,
he heard
the familiar sounds of his Moma's voice.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, racing across the room and hugging
his parents firmly. "I was j-just reading." He
explained. "I, um, s-started working w-with Brian,
t-t-t-today."
He filled them in on the details of his day.
"My baby must be starving." Jena said, curling Nathan up in
her warm embrace. "That was very sweet of you, honey."
Jason giggled softly. "I guess this Chet found it sweet,
too."
Nathan blushed, laughing with his Papa. "W-well, Chet is real
s-sweet to, um, l-look at."
"Somehow, I thought as much, son." His father grinned,
wrapping Nathan in his arms. "My little Romeo."
"Well, why don't I run you and the boys home so you can get something
to
eat. Your Papa can stay here and keep Coal company, then ride
home with
Stormy once they get here." Jena suggested.
Jason woke the sleeping Aisa and Chance. Nathan said his quiet
goodbye to
Coal, not wanting to disturb his rest. He then hugged his Papa
before
they left for home.
During the ride back to the old hotel, Nathan chatted with his Mama and
cousins
about some of the things he had read about brain trauma. There
was still
much Nathan needed to read, but he was developing a fair grasp of what
Brian might
be facing. This brought about a mixed bag of emotions for Nathan.
After a quick dinner, Nathan took a hot shower. Thoughts of Coal,
Garrett, and Chet brought him to an aroused state. After dealing
with
that situation, Nathan dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and an A
& F
t-shirt. He then had a thought, and proceeded to pack a bag with
a clean
uniform, underclothes, and grooming supplies. He headed
downstairs to the
living room.
"Moma. U-uncle Kal. I th-think I, um, want to, y-you know,
s-s-stay
w-with Coal tonight." He felt his cheeks growing hot as he
explained his decision.
They seemed to be studying him for a moment, before his Moma
replied.
"Well, honey, if that's what you want to do, I don't have a problem."
She smiled. "Anything special we need to bring in the
morning?"
"C-coal liked the, um, ice cream. M-maybe some more of th-that
w-w-would be good." Nathan stated after a bit of
thought. "I-is
it OK with you, Uncle K-Kal."
Kal smiled fondly at Nathan. "I have a feeling Coal will like
the
idea, too." A thought seemed to strike his mind. "You
think you can get Malice into the backpack if someone comes?"
Nathan pondered that for a moment. Malice had not been unfriendly
to him,
per say, but she was not exactly sociable with Nathan, either. "Y-you
want m-me to t-t-try now?" He asked.
Kal giggled as he seemed to be thinking about Nathan's question.
"Maybe it would be better for you to
sit beside her in the van.
Let
her get used to you first. Then, you can try to get her into the
backpack
before we take her into the hospital." Kal suggested.
Malice looked at Nathan intently during the ride to the hospital.
He
tried a couple of times to reach out for her, but she avoided his
touch.
Not once, though, did her gaze at him break. Just as Nathan was
about to
give up on winning Malice over, she settled down beside him, resting
her head
upon his thigh.
Through narrow slits, she continued to watch him. Her tail
twitched back
and forth in a slow but steady rhythm. Nathan was just not sure
what to
make of her. He had never really been around a cat before.
As she
stretched and yawned, Nathan noticed the size of her teeth; as she
flexed her
paws, he noted her large claws. That helped Nathan to decide not
to push
the issue with the temperamental feline.
Once they arrived at the hospital, Kal got out and opened the side
door.
He pet Malice fondly for a moment, then nodded his head to
Nathan. Very
slowly, Nathan reached his hand over and gently stroked her back.
Malice tensed immediately, turning her head to glare at him with wide
eyes. Nathan knew for sure that she was about to attack.
But, much
to his surprise, she just turned her head back to Kal, arching up to
meet
Nathan's stroking hand.
Nathan carefully moved his other hand and began petting her under her
neck. After a few moments, he slowly pulled her to his lap.
He
petted her for a minute, then picked her up cautiously.
Kal held out the backpack, and Nathan slowly lowered Malice into
it. "You
g-g-gotta hide if, um, y-you w-w-wanna see your, um, d-daddy."
He said in a soothing voice.
Kal zipped up the backpack and placed it into his arms. Smiling
at
Nathan, he chuckled. "Well, I guess you are one of the elite
few. Malice doesn't like many people, so consider yourself
privileged."
Kanawha chuckled as well. "You've got that right.
That
is one moody cat, worse than I've ever seen your Moma get."
Nathan laughed as they entered the elevator. "Hmm. I f-f-feel
like
a s-s-spy or s-something."
Nathan saw a look in Kal's eyes as he quickly shot Kanawha a
glare. "Love,
don't even say what I know you are thinking."
Kanawha chuckled. "Am I that obvious, Love?"
"It's a good line, so I know you are dying to say it."
Kal smirked. "Just don't."
Kanawha wrapped Kal into his bulky arms. "OK. Just as
long
as you know. Geez. Take all the fun out of things."
The grin on his face let Nathan know he was only jesting.
Once they arrived to the third floor, the three quickly navigated their
way to
Coal's room. Nathan locked the door immediately. Turning,
he smiled
at Kal. "OK. Y-you can l-l-let her out, now."
Malice found her way to Coal in record time. Nathan felt humbled
as he
watched the affectionate way Malice regarded her daddy. Once she
settled
down, Nathan made his way to Coal.
"I-I'm g-gonna stay with you!" He announced
excitedly. He was relieved to read the same enthusiasm in Coal's
eyes. "U-uncle Kal said he, um, th-thought you might l-like
the
idea."
Nathan took a seat next to Coal, reaching out to wrap Coal's arm around
Malice. Her purring increased immediately, and Nathan took the
opportunity to scratch her lightly between the ears. Coal's eyes
gleamed
when Malice did not hiss at Nathan.
"I think sh-sh-she l-likes me." Nathan grinned.
As his Papa and uncles visited with Coal, Nathan sat by his side.
Occasionally, he would reach over and pet Malice. And each time,
he was
thrilled that the picky feline made no move to attack. As the
afternoon
turned to evening, Kal announced it was time for them to leave.
Nathan hugged them each goodbye. "Tell
Moma I-I said
n-night." He told his Papa. "T-tell her I l-love her,
too."
"Will do, son." Jason
replied, kissing Nathan on the
forehead. "I love you
son. If you need us, call."
"I w-will. A-a-and I l-love you,
too." Nathan sighed.
After they left, Nathan secured the door once more. He turned on
the
radio and hummed a bit to the music. Then, from out of the blue,
he began
telling Coal about his future plans with Hospice. He also talked
about
his family and friends. At some point, Nathan noticed that Coal
seemed
very tired.
"Hmm. I g-guess I've a-about
t-t-t-talked your, um, ear off,
huh?" He smiled. "You
g-get you s-s-s-some
sleep." Nathan stood up and kissed Coal on the
forehead.
"I'll b-be here, s-so don't worry."
He assured Coal. He
then kissed his forehead once more. "N-night."
Nathan rearranged the chair and made it out into a bed so that it was
along
side Coal's. He reached over and grasped Coal's hand, stroking it
fondly with
his thumb. As sleep began to claim him, something occurred to
Nathan.
In the past, Nathan had spent many a night comforting men while he had
been a
child of the night. With Coal, however, it was completely
different. And that is when he was finally able to place a name
to the
feeling he had whenever he gazed into Coal's beautiful eyes. 'Worthy.'
Nathan realized. Coal made him feel like he was worthwhile,
not the
bane of blackness he had always envisioned himself to be.
Nathan raised Coal's hand to his lips, gently kissing his
fingers. Giving
it a gentle squeeze, he returned Coal's hand to rest on the bed, softly
stroking
it with his thumb. Smiling contentedly, Nathan settled into a
restful
sleep. For the first time in a long, long while, Nathan slept the
whole
night through, not once being plagued by nightmares of any kind.
Well, that finishes chapter five. The next installment should be
out
shortly. Again, if you have any comments, suggestions, etc., I
would love
to hear them. Please contact me via solacelenity@yahoo.com