Date: Mon, 17 May 2010 10:50:17 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn Subject: You want me to do what 27 You want me to do what. Chapter 27 By Terry No warning this time you all should know it by now,, Special thanks to my Editor Jere, and to all the readers for support. Thanks again Terry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I stepped out into the main room, I felt like I just got punched in the chest. It hurt, and I was unable to breathe in; it was as if I forgot how to inhale. Ry turned to look at me, and his eyebrows went straight. "I can't breathe," I managed to gasp out, when he got to me. Ry's PV. When I stepped into the room, I could smell the soap that Chad and I use to bathe. I let the door slam shut behind me, so Chad would know I was home. Then I heard the bathroom door open, and the love of my life stepped out, wrapped only in a towel. However, when I got a good look at him, he looked pale, I mean death pale. The next thing I knew, he grabbed his chest and looked at me, "I can't breathe," he gasped out. I got to him just as he dropped to his knees. "Chad!" I yelled at him. Not knowing what else to do, I laid him on the floor, then I grabbed the phone and hit the emergency number for the resort. "This is room 304; we need help. My cousin is not able to breathe!" The next thing I knew, the door was banging against the wall, and two guys walked, carrying all kinds of equipment. Just as they put the oxygen mask over Chads nose and mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Chad, come on, pet; come back to me," I told him. the next thing I knew, I got pushed back, and there was one guy was doing vitals on him. "What we got?" Some else was talking now. He was probably as old as our dad; he had salt and pepper hair, and he was in a pair of pajamas. "Young man, probably in his middle teens. Cousin called; said he was not breathing," one of the medical guys told him. The next thing I knew, I got pushed aside, and then I heard snapping of fingers. "Taking any meds?" he asked, looking at me. "No," I told him. "I'm Dr. Davidson," he told me. He pulled a stethoscope out of a bag, and put it into his ears. "Ryan." "Ry," I heard Chad whisper to me, as he tried to sit up. The doctor helped him to sit up but would not let him get up "I'm here," I told him, as I moved to sit behind him. I was on my knees, with them open as Chad lying against me I could feel his body shake. "What happened," he asked, trying to take a breath, but his body shook violently when he coughed, and he sounded awful. "That's what we want to know," Dr. Davidson told him, still listening to his chest. "I came from skiing; took a bath; then it was hard for me to breathe," Chad told us. The Doc just nodded his head knowingly. He held out one of the throwaway paper thermometers. Chad did not say anything; he just opened his mouth, and let it be. Again, his vitals were taken. "Had any fever?" Doc asked. I shook my head `no'; Chad shook his head `yes'. I just looked down at him. "How high?" he asked. Chad just shrugged his shoulders. "Hundred point one to hundred and three" He told us god I was wanted to throttle him, However I just sat there gently rubbing his shoulders to let him know I was there for him. "What have you been taking for it?" the doctor asked. "Tylenol; the extra strength stuff," Chad said. "How many how often." Davis asked Chad shrugged his shoulders at him. I made sure my boy was able to sit up on his own; then I got up, and went into the bedroom to find the bottle. "Chad, this was full the other day," I told him, as I poured the rest out into my hand. "How many of these damn things have you been taking?" I asked him; again with the shoulders. "No, I want an answer," I told him. The two guys and the doc just looked at me. "This had two-hundred capsules in it. Now there is...," I made a quick count..., "Fifty pills left, so you've taken 37 or so pills a day for the last three days." I put the pills back into the bottle, and looked down at him. "Are you trying to kill yourself on my watch?" I asked, poking myself in the chest. I was pissed! I wanted to throttle him, but while he was so sick. Chad just sat there, looking scared for a minute. Then he looked down at his legs. I could see his body shake either with fear or he was crying then he wrapped his arms around him, making me feel like an ass. I just shook my head, lifted him up off the floor, and moved him to the sofa, which was in the room. "Besides having oatmeal for brains, what's wrong with him?" I finally asked the Doc. "Well, with out x-rays to verify it, I do believe he has bronchial pneumonia. I am unable to give him anything, so it's best that he goes home and sees his own doctor," Doc Davidson told us. "How long do you plan on staying here?" He asked. "We leave tomorrow morning," I told him. He nodded, and started to put stuff back into his bag, while the medical guys were also cleaning up their stuff. "What can I give him for the cough?" I asked, hating to hear him coughing so badly; and his breathing was awful. "Go to the resort store and see if they have any cough syrup," he told me. "Keep him in bed, and dry. Don't let him have any more Tylenol. His body has enough in it to work." I just looked over at Chad at least he had the courtesy to blush. "But why couldn't I breathe?" Chad finally asked. "You came in from the cold and got into a hot bath. When you came into the living area of the room, which was a cooler then the bathroom, your body went into shock, so your lungs shut down. When you passed out, your body relaxed, and your lungs were able to do their job again," he told us. We were both looking at him. "Did I make sense?" he asked, giving us a smile. "More or less, yes," I told him. Since I was trying to become a physical ED teacher, I was taking a course in first aid, and stuff like that. We had gone over what makes your body go into shock, but nothing like this was ever mentioned. "Stay in bed; no smoking anything; drink plenty of fluids; and eat a good dinner, nothing heavy," Dr. Davidson told him, just before he left us alone. I followed him as he left, and locked the door behind him. Then I turned around and just glared at my young lover, sitting on the sofa. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Should I bust his ass for taking so many pills, or do I just sit and hold him, and try to make his misery go away? "I'm sorry," Chad finally told me. I just shook my head, and sat down beside him, pulling him up onto my lap, holding him tight. Neither one of us said anything; we were lost in thought, until his he coughed again. This time he coughed so hard he almost barfed. "I'll be right back," I told him, as I slid him off my lap onto the sofa, making sure the TV remote was close by. "Do not get off this sofa," I ordered, and then headed down to see if they had a store in the resort. I found something that should work. I also got a bag of cough drops, and that Vicks `stuff' you rub on a baby's chest, to help them breathe at night. When I got back to the room, Chad was half asleep. He was sitting up, with his back toward the arm of the sofa. I could tell he was having one hell of time breathing. "Here, this should help," I told him. As I opened up the Vicks, he recoiled from it; but I could tell by how his chest relaxed, that just smelling it helped a lot. After smearing some on his chest and back, I then went into the room and found a tight t-shirt for him, and a pair of sleep pants. As I walked out of the room, I saw his sleeper socks on the end of the bed, so I grabbed them on my way out. When I got to him, he just looked at me. He looked awful, and he bitched the whole time while I dressed him. Getting him to swallow the cough syrup was another matter. Once I got it in him, he barfed it up. I just shook my head; I knew he had to take the stuff for it to work, so I sat there looking at him. "Give me something to drink," he said. I handed him a glass of water. "Now give me some," he said, and I did. Before he swallowed the syrup, he drank the water; it stayed down this time. He just shrugged his shoulders at me. "That's what mom use to do," he said; I just laughed. I ordered dinner, knowing, since he was sick, he would not eat too much of anything. I did know he would eat soup with some crackers. Since it was Sunday, they had veggie soup on the menu, and I got some buttered rolls for him. I ordered a veggie pizza, which we both like, and I knew he would probably try to eat at least one piece. I was right; he not only ate his soup, he also had two slices of the pizza. Then I got him to drink some Seven-Up, but after awhile, he was ready to go to bed. Since we were going to leave about ten, and he was sick, I knew I'd be up half the night with him. Chad slept off and on all night; he was either coughing or gagging. About two, I gave him some more cough syrup, and he finally went to sleep half an hour later. I awoke by the damn phone ringing. "Hello," I said, to whoever was on the phone. "Check out is in a half hour," the recording told me. I rolled over and nudged Chad to get up; he was burning up. I grabbed my cell, and made a call, while I was using the bathroom. I found out that the only ER close to us, was an hour drive in the other direction, but ours was about a four-hour drive. Making another call, I found out the roads were closed going the other direction, and the roads to our home town was open for the time being; so if we didn't get a move on, we were be stuck here at the resort. "Chad, come on, pet; we need to get going," I told him, gently shaking his shoulders. He opened his eyes and looked at me, but then closed them again. Oh, wow! This was going to be fun! Not I dressed, and got our stuff packed and placed by the door. "Hello," I said, as I answered the ringing phone. Chad tried, but he just looked lost. "Hi. Chase? Oh, no; he's not able to come to the phone; he's pretty much out of it," I told him. "Oh, ok. Thanks. That will help a lot; thanks," I told him, and hung up the phone. "You think you can get dressed?" I asked him; he just looked at me through his bangs; I had to turn away to laugh; he looked so cute, but so miserable. "Who's that?" he asked, trying to pull on his pants. "Chase said we could take our time checking out, since this room will have to be sanitized before they can rent it," I told him, pulling his pants off him, and putting them on the right way. "Fine! you do it," he snapped at me, lying back on the bed, After I got him dressed as warm as I could, without over heating him, I got him up and on the sofa. Since we were there for only a few days, we had one bag, and our night stuff, that all fit in the backpack. "You stay there; I'll be right back," I told him. He just gave me a half-ass salute and laid down. I grabbed the bags and headed down to the truck. Outside, I ran into Chase, who gave me a couple of blankets and a pillow, so I could somewhat make him a bed so he could sleep a little better. Then he suggested that I could pull up front, so it would be easier on his Bud to get to the truck. Therefore, I did; he rode with me back to the front of the place. "Give him this, ok?" he told me, before he met up with some other guy, who must have been his boyfriend, `cause when Chase got there, the other guy pulled him into a hug. I looked at what he gave me, and it was a number, along with an address. I waved bye to them, and headed back up to the room. When I opened the door to the room, my eyes fell on an empty sofa. My heart stopped; did he try to follow me down to the truck? Then I heard a noise, and going toward the sound, I found him sitting on the floor, his pants down around his knees. "Pet, I told you to stay on the sofa," I said, as I helped him get up. "I had to go, and I got dizzy, and, well here I am," he said. Damn, he's silly when he's sick. I just shook my head, and helped him do what he had to do; got him redressed, and then down to the truck. Once I go him in, I climbed in, and we headed home. I had the pillow propped against my hip, and Chad lay curled up on the seat. Just as soon as I got within a half hour to our city, I called his parents. "Chris, I'm taking Chad to the E.R. No, he's just really sick," I told him. I hung up, and when I got to the ER, I pulled into a space as close as I could get, and carried him into the ER entrance. Once inside, a nurse saw me, and before I knew what was going on, he was on a gurney and being wheeled into a room. I followed, answering questions as soon as they were asked when they wheeled him to the X-ray, I sat down, and let out a breath that I had no idea I was holding. "How is he?" I heard, and I turned to see Chris and my aunt standing in the doorway. "I don't know," I told him. I was about ready to bust into tears. "He'll be fine," my Aunt Karen told me, as she came over and pulled me into a hug, "I called Dr. Andrews; he said he'll be on his way over," she said; I just nodded. It was about fifteen minutes before they brought him back. After a bit, a doctor came in; I did not think he was Chad's regular doctor; but, hell, right now I didn't care. "I'm Dr. Tiss I'm a pediatric specialist." he introduced himself. Are you Chad's parents?" Chris nodded, He had to be at least sixty he reminded me of Einstein then I was told to leave. "No, I've been with him for the weekend; I have the right to now what is wrong with him. I know he has bronchial pneumonia, according to a doctor at the resort where we were staying, and he been swallowing Extra Strength Tylenols like skittles, but that's all I know," I told him. When I mention the Tylenols everyone turn and glared at him he just give them a sheepish grin but snarled at me. "Ryan can stay; he is our nephew," Chris said. The doctor looked at them, and then opened the chart. He gave us a long list of things that was wrong with Chad bronchial -pneumonia was only the start; however, it was the worst. He also had a case of strep throat, alone with a kidney infection. I found out that both of them had been `cooking' in him for the last few days. Therefore, when he was sick at Christmas, I should have done something, other them having him take Tylenol and going to bed. I should have made him go to the E.R then. I also found out that sense he took so many of them during our trip, we were lucky his kidneys and liver were still functioning. Chris looked at me, this time it was I shrugging my shoulders. The nurse came in and put another IV in Chad's arm. "I think it would be best, if he was admitted," Dr. Tiss told us; he gave Chris a few minutes to read over the admitting papers. "That's fine," he told him. It was about four hours later when they took Chad up to the floor. When the three of us was allowed in, we had to wear a gown, mask, and gloves. I watched as the nurse did this and that; she told us what she was doing and why. I also found out that they put in a Catheter, and he was in adult diapers; he had no control of his bowels. I knew once Chad found this out, he would be embarrassed to death. After the nurse left, I took Chad's hand into mine, and kissed his knuckles. "I should have questioned him before we left for the resort," I said, to no one in particular. "Honey, it's not your fault; we all knew he didn't feel good on Christmas Eve. As a mom I should have questioned him more. I just figured, as he said, he was just tired from the previous day," she told me. I just buried my head in my hands. "I'm staying with him, and I don't care what they say," I told them. Chris and Karen both knew what I meant; the only person who could get me away now was either my dad or the police. However, I was lucky that the nurse said they had no problems with me being there, as long as I stayed out of the way when they had to do what they had to do. Chris and Karen stayed with him until I got back. I had to head home to make sure everything was fine, which they were, and I grabbed up the laptop, so I would have something to work on while I sat. I also grabbed up Chad's game bag, just in case he came around and got bored. Two days later, I heard a moan come from my boy, and I pushed aside the tray where I had the computer, and went over to the bed. "Hey, Pet," I said, lightly stroking his face. "Where are we?" he asked; his voice was thick with sleep. "Hospital, Pet," I told him. His eyes opened bigger, and he looked around. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" I asked; again with the shoulders. "Don't worry; you'll be fine," I told him. I looked around when I heard the door open, and the nurse smiled at me as she came in to do his vitals. A few days later, I had him home in our own bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Autor Note: If I got Chads mom name worng please don't yell at me she only mention a few times and that is by mom or my aunt so if I goofed I am sorry.