Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Nine
John sat on the exam table as Doctor Ernest checked on his wounds, his body going rigid as the man's hands traveled down his body to just above his bare hips.
Doctor Ernest looked down at John's service dog, able to tell that John's distress had put her on edge. "Relax John, I'm not gonna hurt you." He took the bandage off of John's lower back, able to see that the severe infection in the wounds left after he'd been attacked. He knew that John didn't remember most of what had happened to him, but he also knew that John would suffer from the psychological trauma of being assaulted for the rest of his life. He touched the red, inflamed flesh of John's back, knowing that this infection was something they really needed to keep an eye on to ensure that the boy didn't develop paralysis from the infection cutting off the signals in his spinal cord to his lower extremities. "Damnit…" He hissed, as puss oozed from a particularly deep cut above John's hips. He picked up a syringe and filled it with an antibacterial flush before he began to flush the wound out. "I'm gonna do another test on your blood. Just to make sure you didn't contract any STDs we need to worry about."
John nodded, wincing as Ernest flushed out his wounds. "I had another nightmare last night…" He whispered, feeling the man move to the knife wound in his side.
Ernest sighed, having John lay down on the table so he could perform a vital check on him. "I'm listening."
"It was about those guys… but they weren't after me… they were after my girlfriend."
Ernest pressed his hands against John's stomach, listening to his heartbeat in the stethoscope. "She's the little redhead?"
John nodded, squirming under Ernest's touch as he pressed right above his manhood. "Yeah…"
"She doesn't come around too much."
John readjusted as he tried to ignore Ernest touching his body. "She's scared." He stated, scratching Chance's ears as Ernest opened a blood draw kit and poked John's arm until he found a vein. "She doesn't want to lose me."
Ernest filled a few vials up with blood before he took the needle out of John's vein and let him get ready to finish his discharge from the hospital. "Just don't be kissing your girlfriend, or sharing any food or drinks until we get this test back. With what happened, you could have any number of things to worry about."
John shrugged his t-shirt on, pulling on his boxers and jeans right after that. "I know."