Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 11:46:58 -0400
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being Seen Pt 13

	It's amazing how, though we know our sense of time isn't accurate,
a stay in the hospital can seem an eternity. Four days seemed to meld into
one long, everlasting day as Seth's body fought the venom and attempted to
heal itself. I was to find out from Dr. King that Seth's was the worst
rattlesnake bite he could ever remember treating. For two days he showed no
signs of improvement, seeming to never regain full consciousness, several
bulbous hemorrhages eventually growing around his leg. At one point
Dr. King made the statement that he just wasn't sure if Seth would survive
the onslaught. His body seemed constantly wracked with pain. On the third
day we found out why; the snake had made such impact upon striking the
second time that one of its fangs had actually broken off in Seth's leg.
Because the doctor and nurses had been so busy trying to attend to the
immediate, they had not thought to check for such a freak occurrence.
However, the fang had sat in the wound for almost three days, emptied of
venom, but festering and infecting from all the vile things that had passed
through the snake's mouth.

	Finally on the third afternoon somewhat of a miracle took place;
Seth's leg had built up so much fluid and puss from the wound that it
actually forced the fang out of the wound until it fell onto the bed next
to him. The nurse's gasp when she found the fang practically caused my
heart to stop. But when Dr. King returned he was smiling. "Well now, this
is unexpected, but probably one of the best pieces of news I've had all
morning! I've been wondering why his leg wasn't responding to our
treatments any more successfully that it has been. Now we might get
somewhere!" And get somewhere we did. It seemed this was the turning point
for Seth. Almost immediately he began responding much more successfully to
the treatment Dr. King was administering. By the next afternoon he was
fully conscious and sitting in the bed. The damage to the skin on his leg,
however, was another scenario altogether.

	Though in Seth's case there was a great fear for his very life, one
of the most common effects of rattlesnake bite is to the skin. Most bites
leave some form of scar around the puncture wound. Seth's was not
different, albeit much more severe. How sorry I felt for him the first time
he chanced a look at his leg. The sight of the green and black flesh,
bulbous wounds still oozing infection, and great hole in his skin around
one of the wounds made him ill. "What kind of damned snake was that? I look
like I've been hit with buckshot!" Dr. King's grim face gave no hint of
jest in his reply. "You probably wouldn't have been in much more danger if
you had been hit with buckshot! That's the worst snakebite case I've ever
had. That thing must've put as much venom into you as it would use to kill
a horse! You're a strong man to survive that." Another week was spent in
the hospital, as a precautionary to Seth's complete recovery. Finally we
were able to head for home, Dr. King warning Seth that he was, by no means,
to leave his wheelchair or the sofa unattended.

	I do not believe two people were ever as happy and thankful to be
home as Seth and I. But I did not take Seth to farmhouse. His eyes widened
as I made the turn onto the dirt road. "Where are you going? I thought we
were going home." I smiled. "We are going home, to the river house." His
face softened into a smile. "I'm glad. I miss it there."  Never have I felt
so sorry for someone as I did Seth during those days of trying to heal.
Dr. King had given explicit orders that he was not to attempt any mobility
on his own. The first few days he was so embarrassed by being so reliant on
me that he attempted to hide his needs for things. I found him one day,
lying in the floor because he'd attempted to hobble through the house on
his own after waiting too long to use the restroom. Halfway there he'd
fallen, not been able to hold his bladder any longer, and lay in tears,
muttering curse words to himself. "What on earth?" "I tried to get to the
damn bathroom by myself." "Why didn't you call?" "I didn't want to bother
you."

	A whole month went by before Seth was fairly self-reliant and back
on his feet, though the doctor still forbade him from doing any strenuous
work. I watched him grow more restless by the day, pacing the yard around
the river house, and walking the dirt road. Finally, thinking of nothing
else to do to ease his mind, I suggested we go swimming. "Swimming? Why?"
"Why not? Your leg's healed." "I know, but it just seem's like a strange
time." "Fine then." His expression was priceless as he stood under one of
the willows that line the river, watching me uncerimoniously shed every
piece of clothing I wore as I ran toward the river. The water was bitter,
even for the late summer, but I forced a smile as I motioned. "Come on,
it's great!" As he stood for that moment of undecision my heart broke. It
seemed he'd changed since that night on the ridge, become more reclusive,
less like Seth. But finally he did begin making his way toward the
water. "What the hell!" He'd gotten so far as his jeans when his face
suddenly fell. There it was, appearing just as his jeans came below his
thighs, the scar.

	What happened next both shocked and alarmed me. Seth, strong
fighter Seth, began crying. "Jessie, I just don't think I can." And he made
his way back into the house. I ran back into the house and found him lying
on the couch, his jeans gone and his eyes fixed on the scar that
practically ran the length of his thigh. "Seth what's wrong? What's
bothering you so?" "Just look at it! I look at that damned thing every time
I look in the mirror, and I hate it! It makes me feel so, so......I don't
even know what it makes me feel." I stood silent for a while. "You know
what it makes me think of? It reminds me that, even though it was the
scariest night of my life, we went through it together, you and I. That
scar makes me realize how fortunate I am to have you." I made my way over
to the couch and knelt by him. "Seth I love you. I love you with your
scar. You loved me with mine, with all that shit between my parents. You
loved me with all that stuff. Learn to love yourself." "Jessie, I just
can't. All these years I've been independent and on my own. I felt like I
was a strong person, but that night in the woods made me realize just how
weak I am." "No! You're not weak. You're human. Seth can't you see that?
You're human. It's not how strong we are apart, it's how strong you and I
have made each other!" "I just don't feel like I'm a whole man
anymore. It's like I feel like I've been reduced or something."

	I allowed my hands to grasp his underwear and groin. "Trust me,
you're not any less of a man!" "I'm being serious Jessie!" Finally I'd
stood all I could of the misery, and I did the only thing I could think of
to silence his wallowing. He gasped as I jerked the waistband of his
underwear so hard that they literally tore, leaving his groin for my
taking. "What the hell are you doing?" "Well, you said you didn't feel like
you were a man any more, so I'm gonna prove you are." "Jessie I
don't...............umph!........Oooooh!" I practically came on my own at
the feel of his large, warm cock in my mouth. It had been so long. "Jessie
I really don't...........Oooooh!" His moans went on and on. Finally, after
loving and carressing his cock, I began licking and nipping my way around
his groin and down his thigh. Seth seemed to sense what I was about to do
and attempted to stop me. "Jessie please, dont........" But it was what I
did next that brought the greatest gasp and moan from him I'd ever heard. I
allowed my tongue to began lapping and licking at the scar that had formed
over the would. I began tracing the wound up and down, feeling the rise of
skin from the scar, and the occasional hair from Seth's legs that tickled
my tongue. It did not take long until Seth had reached a breaking point. He
gave one last mighty groan and spewed all over my face, my chest, and his
own body. He lay panting on the couch, his cock still standing hard and
thick. "Jessie that was........." I didn't allow him to speak, pressing my
cum-covered lips to his own. Our tongues battle for who would get the last
taste of his sweet seed. Finally I broke the kiss. "I told you I loved you
AND your scar!"