Chapter 48. You can tell by the title what the chapter is going to be about. No more drama, LET'S GET TO THE PERVERTEDNESS!!! WHOOP! Yeah.
Day 16: Fishing at Rumba Beach
I barely slept all night. I was up tossing and turning all night. When it was finally daylight out, the first thing I was going to do was check on Luciano.
I rushed into the hospital room, and sat down beside his bed. His nose was bruised and had a small band-aid across it, and the cut on his cheek was all scabbed over.
"Luciano?" I asked wearily, hoping he was still alive, and would be back up on his feet by tomorrow.
"Yeah?" He asked groggily.
"You're alive?!" I rushed over to the bed and gave him a large hug.
"Yeah, I am. I was alive the whole time, idiot." he said with a weak voice. He sat up.
"You can sit up and talk too?!" I gave him another hug.
"I'm fine, really. The nurse said that it was a slight concussion, that's all."
"OH! I'm so glad!" I gave him yet another hug.
"They say I can leave today, but not to dance for another week."
I stared at him blankly. "You're not seriously going to listen to them, are you?"
"Hell no. I might not finish the whole practice, but I need to get back on my feet as soon as possible. Tony visited earlier, and we made a deal that I can come in and practice today, but only one dance, okay?"
"YEP!" I gave him another hug.
My perky nurse from earlier this month skipped in. "Well good morning, sunshine!" she chirped. "How're you feeling?!" "Fine. When can I leave?"
"Soon, okay?! Not quite yet, but soon, cutie!" she smiled.
"All right, Luciano. I'll see you later, okay?"
He gave me a quick kiss. "Later then."
The nurse frowned at him. "Now, now, Luciano. To be safe, I must advise you that to make a full recovery, you must not have any sexual intercourse for the next two weeks, okay?!" She wagged her finger at him.
"No need to worry."
"After the concussion, your body may not be as well as it was, so your sperm count may be lower too. To be sure, make SURE you don't have intercourse of any kind!" she warned and looked at him like he was a kindergartner.
He turned red.
"Oh, and to be on the safe side try to avoid situations that may cause arousal, okay?!"
He didn't say anything, but he did turn a deeper shade of red.
"Oh, and before I go, no masturbation either! You seem like the type who does every now and then, do you?"
"I- Wha- I don't- I- I mean…"
"Just answer the question!" she squeaked.
"N-no. I don't." He said firmly, then muttered something inaudible.
"What was that?"
"I said I don't."
"After that."
"I-I didn't say anything…"
"Yes you did! What was it?"
"N-nothing!"
"Tell me, or I'm not going to release until you do!" she said sternly, but happily.
"Anymore… I mean often… I mean uh…"
She frowned at him again.
"Much."
"But you do?"
"Yes…" he turned a deep, deep shade or red, and avoided looking over at me.
"Well don't." she said finally and left.
"You masturbate, Luciano?" I asked once she left.
"Not anymore."
"But you just said you do."
"I did."
"When was the last time you did?"
"I don't keep track of that crap! Not recently, okay?"
"A guesstimation?"
"……Maybe a week or so?" he said finally.
"That's pretty recent if you ask me."
"J-just drop the subject, okay?" he looked away.
"Okay, I'll see you later."
"See ya."
I began to leave when he pulled on my arm.
"Eww! I don't know what you last did with your hand!" I joked.
"No goodbye kiss?"
"Fine, but wash your hands more often." I gave him a quick peck, and left.
