Chapter Five
I went to Toby's several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital.
"Corporal Jason Seaborn asked me to call you."
"He's there?" I asked, barely able to work up the air to get the words out.
"Yeah."
"Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can," I said. My voice got weaker with each word as the air went out of me. I got dressed, grabbed a pass and headed for the hospital. I was half-numb, with no clear thoughts in my head. I think I was afraid to think of what might have happened. I rushed down the hallway but slowed as I approached his room; as he had down when he came to see me.
"We gotta stop meeting like this," I joked as I went in. I couldn't tell how bad he was hurt but he had both hands bandaged. The sheet was pulled down to his waist revealing his massive chest and ripped abs and nothing looked damaged there. He moved his leg and I saw a cast under the sheet.
He laughed and squirmed in the bed.
"How'd you get a two-bed room?" I asked.
"They're a bit crowded so they're having to use the rooms usually reserved for officers," he said.
"You got a room-mate?"
"Nope, not yet."
"So, what happened?" I asked, finally.
He laughed, shaking his head. "Would you believe, the goddamed Humvy turned over and tumbled down a ravine. I got a busted leg and some burns out of it. Nothing serious."
"How busted?" I asked. I didn't know whether to believe his story.
"I didn't see any bone. It'll be okay in a couple of weeks."
"A couple?"
"A few weeks…..I don't know," he said.
"Are your hands the only thing that got burned?"
He smiled. "Everything else is in great shape and working fine," he assured me.
I couldn't help laughing when I noticed the huge lump under the sheet.
"Well, I can see you didn't get it blown off," I joked. "Looks like you've got a problem there. Or are you just glad to see me?"
"You know it. Fuck, it's worse than the injuries. If I don't get it taken care of it feels like it's gonna explode."
"I thought they give you something for that when you're in the hospital," I said.
"Did they give you anything?"
"No, but I was only in a few days," I said.
"That's all I'm going to be in," he said. "The only thing they give me is a hard thump with the nurse's thumb. Dam, it hurts."
"That's sadistic. Does it work?"
"Not for long," he said.
"I'll be right back," I said.
"Where're you going?"
"To get you something for that problem," I said. I went out in the hall and grabbed the first orderly who came by.
"My buddy's got a problem," I told him, nodding toward Jason's room.
"Oh, the big guy," he said.
"Yeah, he needs some relief."
"Relief from what?"
"You know."
"Well, we don't have a pill for it. What would you suggest?" he asked.
"I'm not suggesting anything. I just happen to know he's a very horny guy and he going nuts."
"Yeah, I noticed we do have a problem keeping him down," he said, laughing. He shook his head. "I never seen anything like it. Hell, I can barely get it stuffed into the urinal for him to take a piss and that's when he's soft. He's got the biggest damned cock I ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them. Once he had a big boner and had to piss and it wouldn't go in the urinal. I had to get him a bucket."
"Anything you can do?" I asked.
"What do you want me to do, go jack him off? He's your buddy, you jack him off."
"I didn't mean that. But if you can't do anything about it I'm going to," I said.
"Meaning what? There are a lot of women who I know would gladly give him some relief but they're all officers."
"I'm going to bring him a hooker," I said.
"We're not running a whorehouse here," the orderly said.
"I'm not asking you to do anything except tell me a time frame when he won't be bothered by any of the staff."
The orderly looked at his chart. "Last medication is around 0800 hours. They'll probably wake him up around midnight to give him a sleeping pill."
"Thanks."
"Look, if it goes wrong, I didn't have anything to do with it," he said.
"Right, I'll take full responsibility," I assured him.
I went to The Dragonfly which fronted as a bar for the whorehouse in back. The madam approached me at the bar before I'd taken my first sip of beer.
"How're you doing tonight?" she greeted me.
"Good."
"Looking for some company?"
"Could be," I said.
She looked around the bar at her girls circulating through the place.
"How about that pretty one over there by the door?" she asked nodding to the door leading back to the rest rooms.
"Red dress?"
"Yes."
"Okay, but I need to take her with me," I said.