I watch as the nurse staff run in my direction yelling out about an incoming emergency.

I over hear a white Japanese male has been in a serious accident with a motorcycle. A head on with a large vehicle. I hear the doors open and see the staff around this stretcher. I hear loud moaning and crying out of pain. I run along with them as they meet me. I was this mans only hope in helping him. Even though I'm not the medical surgeon. All doctors and staff are pushing the limit. Over twenty patients came in just today, in accidents like this one.

I hadn't gotten a clear look at him yet to tell what I was getting into. I manage to get to the head of the stretcher to view his face. We had to keep this man awake, I need to talk to him. My eyes focused on his face, it was covered in blood, and scrapes. His eyes were closed tightly in pain. I see his mouth screaming out indescribable pain, and anguish. My heart stops in it's place as his eyes open up. Baby blue eyes shine through all that red, crimson blood.
"Goten you need to keep him awake!" I hear another scream at me while we enter the ER to get ready to find his injuries. I hear him scream out in pain as we moved him to a bed to get X-rays and a CAT scan. I see blood pour from all of his wounds. I help remove his clothing and ear rings. I see him look at me with fright in his eyes. I got a soft pad and began to wipe away dried blood off his face. The other doctors were poking and prodding on him, trying to decide what to do next.

"We need some information on this man! Goten talk to him, ask him who he is!" I hear a women scream out to me from the door. I nod and look him into the eyes. He screams out in pain once more as they try to move him on his side to see if there were punctures I his back. He screams out in bloody murder as they put him back down.

"Calm down now, hush, I know it hurts really bad." I hushed, he began to cry. He was obviously scared too from the way he was reacting to me.

"Can you tell me your name?" I wiped off more blood off his face trying to comfort him. I rolls his head slightly and lets out a light whimper.

"Yes…It's Trunks." He gasped out trying to catch his breath. He seemed to be gasping almost like he was suffocating.

"Are you having trouble breathing?" I wipe away more blood that gushed from the deep cuts on his face. My eyes meet with his as he takes another gasp. He manages to shake his head and began to struggle underneath all of the doctors.

"Rick I believe he is getting a collapsed lung! He said he can't breath!" I hear him cry out with blood splurging from his mouth. My eye widened in fright, I've never seen this much blood before!

"Holy shit this guys beat up pretty bad!" I watch as they began to put him through X -ray quickly and rush him to another room. He coughs up blood on the floor.

"We need to get pressure out of his chest!" I see a long needle go into his chest soon after. I watch as his body relaxes under the new hole in his body. I made my way back over to him and wipe more blood off his face. He looks so tired, and weak.

"Trunks are you still with me?" I touch his cheek with my hand. His eyes open to a slit. I see one of the doctors open his mouth and shove a huge tube down into it. I see his eyes shoot open in fear. I over hear what the X-rays looked like. He had a shattered pelvis and ungodly others broken and shattered. How did he live from that damn crash? Well till now at least.

I run my hand up to his hair, which I couldn't tell what color it was from all the blood and mud. I'm guessing a blond for this guy. I notice a stray wisp of hair was over his eyes. It looked white almost, but his hair color was not important to me right now. I needed to comfort him, to keep him calm.

Finally after hours of working to get his body stable, we made it. His body had extensive damage to it. He cried the whole time while they did surgery and bandaging. Even though he was under anesthetic. Now here I was by his bed side watching over him. We identified him and let the parents know he was here. They told them the information on insurance and other important things and didn't bother showing up. I started to feel sorry for him when I saw his parents didn't come to his bed side.

"I really hope your parents show up to check up on you." I look him into the face seeing no reaction and seeing all the blood in his hair. I get to wash him up to get him ready for a room. He was still in the ER with a few machines running to keep him comfortable.

I took a sponge to his hair to wash out the blood and mud, trying to be careful not to pour the water inside his wounds. I figured the hair was really rough to have this much filth in it. I wasn't told where he had crashed just when. I run the soap through the mess and see the mud and blood run gently out. My mind screamed as I seen nothing what I thought I'd see. The hair was a soft lavender color with a soft feeling in my fingers. I managed to clean his whole scalp. I began to dry off his hair gently with a fluffy towel, taking up the water off his tan skin. My eyes look down to what he looked like now. My whole body froze in place seeing the gorgeous man in front of me. Such a beautiful thing, why in the world did this happen to him?

I look up to his face and see he had a light flush to his cheeks. I feel his forehead to feel if he was too hot.

He was just fine to my relief.

"Goten how's it coming?" I see the main doctor come in the door way, why is he worried?

"Oh great, I just finished him up. Look his hair is lavender." I rub my hands through it slightly. He nods and chuckles sadly.

"The poor guys beat up pretty bad. Have you seen any family at all?" I shook my head slowly and looked back down at Trunks.

"Well listen we need to get him to eat something, He should be waking up in a bit. He walks over to the IV to turn off a drug keeping him under or something more like that. I laid my head on his bed side tiredly and felt his body heat. Damn I can't wait to see him awake.

"Don't get attached to him Son." I hear his voice, and I lift my head up to look to him.

"What makes you say that?" I said confused with the new look he was giving me.

"You know what I'm talking about." He pauses, "Every one knows what your interests are."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Just don't fucking get a hard on if he gets well."

"What the hell! For your information I'm not like that!"

"Funny I thought you missed that past week last month from your BOYFRIEND breaking up with you?" He walked out of the room after that. I didn't bother to respond. He was right, every one knew I was in a homosexual relationship before. Yet I wasn't the person that chose to be like that.

My Ex was the one who made the first move on me. He told me he had the hots for me since high school. For a moment I was going to tell him to find some other guy to fuck up the ass until he looked into my eyes, and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't get to say no, he pushed me back on my back. Until then not a single man had ever been sexual with me at all. I felt like pushing him off of me, but for some odd reason I liked it. I let him have his way inside of me. My sexual desire increased from that very night. I enjoyed the feeling of him inside me, making me moan and scream out his name.

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