Chapter 15 Funky sensations

After her therapy Jamie headed straight to Punk's room, she was feeling strangely optimistic today. She felt like today was the day where something really good was going to happen, and she couldn't help but think it was because of Punk. There was something about her friendship with Punk that gave her new hope, she had trouble making friends within the hospital but Punk had been nothing but nice, Jamie could still make a friend and his friendship gave her the confidence to soldier on. It helped of course having her sisters around, but Punk wasn't family, he wasn't an old friend of her Dads, Punk didn't have to like her and yet he did, it was a choice that he made on his own, Jamie liked that thought, Punk had the choice whether or not to like her and he chose to like her. It just made the young girl beam profusely. Tapping on the door gently, she hoped that he was feeling better, she couldn't remember why he was sad (broken ribs?) but she remembered he was sad and she wanted to help make him better, Jamie above everything else, loved helping, it meant that even though she was like this, she could still be useful.

"Come in Jamie" Punk called out, the smile on his face already. He could tell it was her, she was the only one that knocked on the door while making a doorbell sound then giggling madly like it was the greatest thing ever.

Jamie hobbled in and brightly took a seat next to him, "Hope you don't mind Punk, I thought I would come and say hello. Hello!"

Punk laughed "Hi Jamie"

"So are you feeling better?"

"Yeah pretty much" He wasn't lying after laundry theatre last night, he settled into his bed and wondered if he was going to start missing Maria, turns out he didn't miss the bitch as much as he thought, if anything he missed Jamie, and she wasn't even that far away from him. "So have you tried foods today?"

"No" Jamie blushed "They are doing a different test, I don't like these tests. I go through a lot of underwear" Jamie blushed out before she could stop it, she put her hands over her ears and started to wail "Lalalalalalala!"

Punk gently yet firmly grabbed her wrists and pried them away "Please don't do that"

"I just don't wanna, you know again"

Punk took her hand gently and patted it, "Jamie, its perfectly natural in your situation, besides I've done way more embarrassing stuff"

"Really?" Her eyes brightened, Jamie didn't feel so alone when she realised that others had shames as well, in a way she felt normal again, she wasn't a spastic retard, she was a normal person with normal shames.

"Oh yeah. There was the time I dressed up like a fairy and it was posted on YouTube, and then there was a time during my match, my trunks almost fell off and half the world saw my ass, it didn't help that my ass was sunburned so I looked just like a baboon with my red ass"

Jamie laughed, "Now I feel better." She patted his hand in comfort, "I'm not laughing at you, its just nice to know that I'm not the only one that gets shamed"

"So tell me about the test"

Jamie took a breath, "They make me drink all this liquid in hopes that I'll know when my bladder is full, I'll either feel it, or the bladder will just empty itself without me knowing. So I'm either gonna have a wet patch on my jeans again, or I'll know to go to the toilet" Jamie rolled her blue eyes, they kept going as she spoke freaking Punk out a little. "Yeah and I'm actually queen of the world. I would love that job!"

Punk let out a chuckle, "Check your jeans Jamie"

She checked them and sighed in relief again "They are still dry"

For a while they just talked and laughed, Punk really enjoyed her company, he found that depsite her injury and her obvious disadvantage, Jamie was still bright in her own way. She loved bright colours and loud noises, every now and then she would giggle at herself or just get confused but in her own way, Jamie was just as smart, well maybe not as smart but the half of her brain that was in her head, still worked and he knew that people shouldn't count her out right away.

Jamie started to squirm as they talked, the bubbling in her bladder wouldn't stop.

Go toilet! You need to go toilet!

It was her brain finally getting through and sending a message. Painfully she got up and hobbled her way to the bathroom. Punk smiled again when he heard Jamie let out that relieved sigh,

"Oh that feels so much better!"

Punk kept laughing as Jamie started to sing and whistle on the toilet. When she was done she washed her hands and hobbled back out, collapsing on the chair by his bed.

"Sorry I needed to pee, what were you saying?"

Punk gave her a cheeky grin "Jam, do you understand what just happened?"

Slowly she shook her head, "No. I went to the bathroom, whats the big deal with that?"

"Jamie! You got a sensation back, your brain told you that you needed to go and you felt it."

Her eyes widened with realisation, "You're right! I've got it back!" Jamie was so happy she just threw herself at Punk and the best she could and gave him a huge hug. It was an awkward angle but he still managed to wrap an arm around her back, her tiny breasts pushing into his chest. He couldn't help the arousal, the tiny sparks floating in his body. The scent of her, the feel of her, it was just enough to get things started. He held her as tight as he could for a moment, until she squirmed and he had to let her go.

"Sorry Jamie"

She had no idea what he was saying sorry about but she wasn't about to hold it against him. When she tried to get up she forgot that she wasn't holding the crutches anymore and her legs collapsed, Punk thankfully caught her before any damage could be done to him or her. Striking blue peirced into startling green, shit like that was meant to be reserved for the movies but Punk felt the sparks, it pressed throughout his body and all he felt was white sparks, needs and wants like none other were speeding through out his body. And like that Jamie was gone and back in her seat, he would hold onto it for as long as he could. So far, it was the best thing to happen to him.