I left the head nurse's room and quickly climbed another flight of stairs. The ICU was, as the head nurse said, easily identifiable from the rest of the wards. It had two doors probably to maintain the temperature. I walked up to the roster sheet hung on the second door which gave details of patients, doctors and nurses. Vishwas Matre was listed as bed number 18. When I entered the ICU I could feel the chill. I could hear the signals from various monitoring machines as I passed the beds. I found that bed number 18 was at the end of the room. There were only a few medical professionals, and the nurses in the ICU seemed more alert as well as stressed than the ones on the ground floor. Each bed had a partition and curtains were draped around most beds. When I reached Vishwas' bed I first peered in between the curtains. Vishwas was awake though slightly drowsy. But he recognised me and smiled. A nurse followed me and placed a pyjama on the bed.
"Just help him put on this," she said with practiced politeness. She left after drawing the curtain behind her. I first went up to Vishwas and placed my palm on Vishwas forehead.
"Thank you for coming..."
I moved my hand below to Vishwas' mouth before he could complete his sentence. I kissed Vishwas' eyes and his cheek.
"I am happy to see that you are alive, darling. I have already lost a friend in a bike accident earlier. I wouldn't say this to my girlfriend but you are someone more important than girlfriends," I was genuinely pleased to see Vishwas in good shape. My earlier visit to the hospital to see a friend caught in a road accident almost three months ago was much less savoury. He had broken bones, head injuries from which he never recovered and a full body bandage. The doctor even went to the extent of saying he didn't know where to start treatment. The memory of Hardhik in the ICU was etched in my memory.
Vishwas had longing in his eyes when he looked at me for a long while and I did not suspect anything more in it. Then his eyes welled up. I smiled instinctively and for no reason.
"Take it easy, darling. Nothing much has happened to you that you have to be so emotional," I said curbing a lump in my throat. There was absolutely no reason for both of us to be acting in such sentient manner, but it was happening all the same. I then took a seat on the bed when Vishwas gestured me to sit beside him. Sitting on the patient's bed was not allowed in the ICU, but I thought I would risk the beautiful nurses' bad temper as that would add to the emotional appeal of the day.
I changed Vishwas' pants without any event, except that when I removed his underwear and looked at his junk he had a naughty smile on his face. He also had a half erect dick, and that was the second time I was witnessing such an inviting situation. And when I was pulling his pyjama up, for the second time I instinctively felt his dick and balls with both my hands. Vishwas did not react to my sexual indiscretion. Instead he slightly spread his legs to make it more inviting. I played with his tool for a long time and tidied up his pubic hair which had got entangled with the mushroom head of his dick.
"If you want me to wax your pubic hair I can do that with Veet cream. It is easy and painless," I said.
"Oh I will need to do that, Ravi. I don't know what to do with the tuft of hair all around my dick and balls. I hate pubic hair. I find the shaven pubic of models in porn films very clean and sexy."
I was not sure if he was talking about male or female models. I laughed out loud listening to the sexual fantasies of someone who is lying in an ICU. Sex is such a basic instinct that even death cannot affect its manifestation. I rubbed his dick some more time and it became absolutely erect. Vishwas' dick, balls and the entire groin were fair in colour just like his facial skin. It was soft all over and I knew he was a virgin. He had not yet fucked anyone yet, and the desperation was written all over his dick. It was only 5 inch in length but very thick, much thicker than mine. I wondered when will I get a chance to suck it. I wanted to at least kiss his dick and balls but I kept that for another day. I pulled up his pyjama and fastened the strings. I had to pull up the thick blankets over him just to hide his erection.
"Am I falling in love with you?" Vishwas asked innocently. He was actually quite innocent, but being three years older than him and not used to such straight-talking of the new generation I felt squeamish. "I don't have anyone, I am all alone in Mumbai," he added with chagrin.