Casey was steering clear from Derek as much as she could. She only let Troy Allen help around with her. And it was fun, they were talking, and laughing just like they used to. It was nearly mid-way through the treatment, and Casey's strength was diminishing. She was drinking a protein shake that Sandra had made her when Sandra came in. "Hey," he whispered. "Hey," she gave back. His criticism was still fresh on her mind, and she was trying to suck down her shake as fast as possible so she could get out of there.
"I'm sorry." Her mouth went agape. "You're sorry?" Derek nodded. And Casey crossed her arms, grinning maliciously, "I don't believe it." Derek sighed, "Well, I wish you would. I was just getting jealous." Casey cheeks flared up, "Jealous of what?" That's when heat started up Derek's collar. "I'm the one that's suppose to be helping out with you, not him." He gestured to the door, as if Troy Allen were actually in the room.
"I didn't think you wanted to help me," she whispered. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." Their faces were edging closer, and Casey could feel Derek's breath tickling her lips. "Case, ready to go?" The two's dream like haze was broken, and Derek cursed silently at the sight of Troy Allen.
"Ready to go where?" asked Derek, with mock politeness. "I have to pick up my wheelchair the doctor said to stay off my legs as much as possible. Since they found those line of tumors in some of my leg marrow. Do you want to go with us?" The suggestion, at most, seemed to surprise all of them. "Are you sure there'd be enough room?' asked Troy Allen. "We're taking the Rangler, so I hope so. What'd you say?"
Derek got up, "Yes, I would love to." It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of Casey's life. The guys kept fighting over radio stations, and Casey eventually just turned it off on them. Leaving them in an awkward silence. As they picked up the chair, Troy Allen made a date with the assistant of the store. When they finally loaded up the truck, Casey made the two boys sit together so she could look out the window, and wallow.
Derek was getting Casey's medicine ready. "Am I doing this right?" "Yeah, well, except you need to rub it between your hands a bit at first so it'll reach room temperature. Derek? Nevermind." "No, what is it?" Did you think that girl was prettier than me?" Derek smirked, "Honestly I think Allen's a total douche bag to go out with a skank like that." "Thank you, it's pretty obvious that she's a slutty bitch." Derek laughed out, not used to this kind of rampage from Casey.
"Okay, where's the syringe?" "No! You use this one, not a needle. It uses suction instead." She filled a few, showing him what to do. "Where do I put it if it just snaps on?" Casey opened her shirt to reveal three shunts enabled above the swell of her breasts. Derek gulped, silently he hoped to himself as he was finished filling the last one. It took nearly twenty minutes to finish, and Derek in the end bravely kissed her cheek before going off to his room.
A few minutes later someone knocked, "Come in." "Hey, have you already finished venting out your rage on me?" "Troy? Why are you back so early?" "Well, my date started babbling about gum so I just up and left. How are you?" "Tired." And it was then that a huge yawn escaped from her lips. The two of them shared a laugh. "So does this mean your not mad at me?" "I'm not, it's just, I don't know. But we're not dating anymore so we can just go our separate ways if we must." Troy Allen nodded, "Yeah, if we must. Well, good night." "Night."
About a half an hour went by, and Casey found herself blacking out from the medicine. Something had woken her, but in her extreme drowsiness she didn't stir. She felt something brush against her thigh, it tickled, and she thought she heard herself giggle. The figure seemed to laugh as well. Obviously it was a male. Feather kisses were placed on her stomach, and beyond. Was it a dream? Casey was enjoying it either way.
His bare chest pressing into hers. As he was thrusting inside of her gently, so not to wake her entirely. She looked up at him, but his face kept changing. Troy Allen to Derek, back and forth. Instead of scaring her, it was comforting. Soon they had both reached ecstasy, and he was redressing, and left.
She woke up early the next day, reminiscing over her dream last night. It was so real. But as she was trying to make her bed up, she discovered the light bruising on her breasts. The bite marks on her shoulders. Casey dressed quickly, wanting out of the room. She accidently ran into Marla on her way. "You okay?" "No, I'm not." "Why what's wrong?" "What's wrong, I just had sex with someone, and I don't know who it was with."