Warning: This story is intended for an adult MA audience only. Contains crude language, adult content, adult related themes, sexual relationship between two men: SLASH. If this is not for you, please don't read. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
Jasper's POV
"Jasper Whitlock?"
I was pulled from my thoughts as Dr. Carlisle Cullen entered my room. He extended his hand to me. He reviewed my chart, and I felt my face blush red hot when he looked up at me. He was gorgeous. He had blonde hair and blues eyes like James, but there was something softer and sweeter about him. He appeared innately different from James.
"Yes, Sir." I replied, smiling at him and shook his hand.
"So what brings you by, Jasper?"
I was secretly suspicious of him all of a sudden. What if Angela had shared her suspicions with him? What if he knew my secret? What if he knew James? He must have sensed my accelerated breathing and surely saw the slight flaring of my nostrils. He no doubt saw the minute widening of my eyes as my body began to slowly go into panic mode.
"Relax, son." He soothe as calming as he possibly could. "I just want to be sure I am treating the right thing."
I nodded and answered his question. I cleared my throat, rubbing the pain away after I did so. "I'm just not feeling well. I feel like crap."
He chuckled at my response. "Well I think I certainly treat crap."
I looked up at him and smiled again. Angela was standing beside me rubbing comforting circles in my back. Surely he was wondering why she was doing that. Nevertheless, it did help me relax. She knew exactly why I felt like crap. I just wasn't so sure Dr. Cullen could treat the crap that was really wrong with me.
"I see that you're running a fever and your blood pressure is a little high. Are you trying to catch that nasty little bug that's been going around?" He returned my smile probably seeing how nervous I was. He put on some non-latex gloves since I'd marked my chart that I was allergic, and got his medical tools and went to work.
He came and stood directly in front of me. "Open wide for me, please." He instructed as he gently pulled my chin down so he could look at my throat. I was used to opening my mouth much wider than this, but this seemed to make me more nervous having him this close to me. He gave me another little smile as he plundered around in my mouth and my throat with that tongue compressor and that flashlight.
"Mmm." He offered making me more nervous as he seemingly saw something. "Your tonsils are swollen and red. Your cheeks are also red. Stick your tongue out for me." I obeyed his instructions. "Does your tongue hurt?"
"Yes,Sir." I wasn't about to tell him why I thought it hurt or why I thought my throat was in the condition it was in. That was way too embarrassing. I was comfortable with my sexuality, but I just didn't want this man to know that my husband had been shoving his cock down my throat only hours earlier.
"Are you having any other symptoms, Jasper?" I shook my head in denial. "No sneezing, coughing, chill, body aches…anything like that?
"No, Sir." I replied truthfully.
"Have you taken anything? Any medicines, supplements…anything we should know about?"
I shook my head again.
He checked my eyes and ears and then pulled out his stethoscope. "I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs, okay?" I nodded and tried not to wail when he touched my back and my chest. James had worn me out pretty good with that damn belt and I was sore all over.
"Your lungs are clear. Heart rate is a little fast." He started guiding me back on the exam table. I resisted a little and Angela was quick to reassure me that everything was alright.
"It's okay, sweetheart. He's just going to check you abdominal area."
I gawked at them like I was a gremlin. That earned me another chuckle from Dr. Cullen. "I promise to be gentle." He smile was so warming that I instantly melted with trust for him. It wasn't being hurt that I worried about. I was mostly worried about the bruises they would see. I guess one reason I had come here was that a small part of me wanted them to see the bruises. At least there would be some kind of documentation. I had been doing some research on domestic violence in gay marriage and relationships and found out that it often goes unreported for several reasons. A lot of abused men are afraid of reporting abuse, but it was good to have some kind of documentation of the bruises etc for future reference.
An even greater part of me didn't want him to see me like this because he might know James. I kept reminding myself that this was a small town, and that people knew James. We'd only lived here for a short time. Surely he didn't have time to meet him yet. Then I wasn't so sure because James was always involved in charity benefits that often included the medical profession. What if he met him in the future? What if he met me while I was with James at one of those events?
"Um… I think I'll be okay." I changed my mind. I couldn't let him see my chest. No way! "I think I'm just coming down with a cold."
Dr. Cullen and Angela exchanged knowing glances. Dr. Cullen exhaled and the look he gave me caused my eyes to swell with tears. I couldn't hold them back because they were coming to fast. I balled up my lips in an effort to regain control of myself. It was pointless. Once I started I couldn't stop. Dr. Cullen reached behind him and grabbed some tissues. He held them in his hand and gently pulled me into a hug. I didn't think it was unprofessional at all. He knew I was young, more so hurting, and I needed that right then. After I regain some composure, he pulled back. Angela took the tissues from him and wiped my face clean.
"Jasper, please tell us what's wrong, sweetheart. We're here to help you." Angela coaxed. I believed her, but I was so scared.
"I-I'm…I'm…" I choked on my words. "I'm so afraid." I refused to look in their eyes because I was too embarrassed that I'd let myself get in this position.
"Jasper, please look at me." I responded to Dr. Cullen's voice and stared solemnly at him. His face was full of understanding and absolutely no judgment. "You don't have to be afraid, son. I give you my word that I am not going to hurt you. I just want to look at your chest and you can tell me if I'm hurting you and I'll stop."
He was thinking that I was afraid of him. "That's not what I'm afraid of."
He gave me a little smile. "I know that son." Well duh Jasper. This guy has been a doctor for years. Of course, he knows the difference between being afraid of the white coat and being afraid of something else. "May I take a look."
I looked at him pleading again with my eyes to just let me go, but he reminded me so much of my father at the moment I couldn't resist him. I allowed Angela to help me recline on the table.
"Comfortable?" He asked. I nodded.
Angela came on the other side of the table and started unbuttoning my shirt. She only had to undo three buttons until she was able to see the black and blue love marks that James had given me. She finished all of them and spread my shirt for Dr. Cullen so he could properly examine me.
"Jasper, Angela informed me that you were involved in a motorcycle accident. Is that true, son?" He was examining my bruises with a careful eye, taking special care not to hurt me as promised. I paid careful attention to his face to make sure he wasn't judging me. He wasn't. I saw nothing but concern for me.
"Yes, Sir." I lied. I had to keep up this façade for fear that James would kill me if I ratted him out.
"Hmmm." That was all he said as he rubbed his hand over the imprint of the belt buckle that James hit me with.
Angela held my hand throughout the entire exam.
"Jasper, I'm going to check to make sure you don't have any broken ribs. I need for you to let me know if the pressure is too much for you to handle, okay." He knew I was lying. I was sure that I wasn't the only domestic violence victim he'd examined. He knew what was going on.
"Okay." My voice was mousy. I didn't feel like a twenty-three year old man. I felt like a weak school girl.
Dr. Cullen pressed around on my chest, earning an "ow" or "ah" from me on occasion. "Jasper I don't think there's anything that's broken. Do you mind sitting up for me so I can look at your back?"
I agreed and they helped me into a sitting position. More of the same followed and Dr. Cullen asked me to remove my jeans so he could exam my legs. After he had thoroughly examined me, I sat on the table, bruised and battered in my underwear.
"Jasper, I would like to take some pictures of your injuries for your file. That way if you come back, we'll know which areas sustained the most trauma."
I knew what he was really saying was-"Jasper I know you're being abused and you're afraid to tell me. I've seen this so many times before, and I'm going to do what you're afraid to ask me to do and take pictures so we have documentation of your injuries."
I nodded my consent and Angela gave him the digital camera she'd already retrieved from the cabinet. When he was done with the pictures, he asked me if there were other areas of my body that were affected. I shook my head in denial.
He didn't move away from me and I was glad because I was sitting there shaking like a scared cat. He seemed to know I needed his support.
"Jasper, I'm not going to write you a prescription for any medication, but what I'm going to do is give you enough samples to help with the inflammation and swelling in your throat and in your muscles. I'm also going to give you some pain crème for the aches and bruises, and you can take some Tylenol for the fever. I also recommend rotating ice and heat for the bruises. That should help." He motioned for Angela to hand him my shirt. He assisted me with it. "That way you won't have to worry about going to the pharmacy and through the process of having it filled. I know that they call at the most inopportune times to let you know you have a refill ready."
We stared at each other for a minute and I immediately knew that he was trying to protect me. From his experience with domestic violence, he knew I was afraid to be here and he knew that if the person who'd beaten me knew that I was here, he'd punish me for it. He also seemed to understand that I probably didn't have a phone that wasn't being closely watched, so he had to make sure the pharmacy didn't happen to call…James would have noticed the number or could have been home when they call…that would not end well for me. Thank you Lord for this doctor. My eyes spilled more tears as I humbly thanked him.
He reached up to wipe my face with his hands. He was absolutely the most caring doctor I'd ever met in my life. "There's no need to thank me. I'm glad to help. I just want you to know that I'm always here to help if you need me. I know those motorcycle accidents can be rough. I've seen a lot of folks in here who've somehow fallen, trip, skidding, slid, and just about anything off of a motorcycle or anything akin to it." He gave me a knowing look again. "You don't have to be afraid, Jasper. There is help if you want it."
I saw Angela nodding as Dr. Cullen buttoned the last button of my shirt. He was so professional, yet fatherly. His bedside manner was impeccable.
"Your blood pressure reading concerns me, but I know that those…motorcycle accidents…can cause a tremendous amount of stress and therefore a correlating rise in the blood pressure. I'm not going to put you on any medication but I tell you what I'm going to recommend. Leave the motorcycles alone…" He winked at me. "Go find you something safer to play around on. I guarantee you that you will be safer, stress free, and definitely not traumatized."
There was no way that everyone in the room didn't know what he was talking about. I respected him for respecting my privacy.
"Angela is going to get those samples ready for you, and here's my card. Call my office number any time you need to make an appointment. Make sure you put it away safely…so you won't...lose it."
Again I clearly understood the innuendo. He was warning me to put it away safely so James couldn't find it. He gathered my paperwork and prepared to leave. He stopped in front of me again and this time he didn't extend his hand. Angela had left the room to get the samples.
"Jasper, I'm sorry that this is happening to you. Please understand that we are here for you. We have an excellent social worker who is well trained in the area of domestic violence. She is housed here, and she will be happy to help you; all you have to do is call. I know we can't send you home with too much paraphernalia because it might jeopardize your safety, but her number is easy for you to remember. It's the Forks area code and same first three digits. That's standard in Forks. The last four numbers is HELP."
I wiped away my tears as he confirmed my suspicion that he had known my predicament all along.
"Judging by the extent of your injuries and your current emotional state, I would strongly encourage you to call Kate as soon as possible. That's the social worker's name." He grasped my hand. "It won't get better, son, no matter how much you will it to. Do whatever you need to do get out."
"He'll kill me." I'd said the words before I realized they were falling out of my mouth. He didn't seem surprised in the least that I'd referred to my spouse as "he." He wasn't fazed at all by it. Hell, he'd probably noticed the ring mark too, if Angela hadn't clued him in on the fact that I was married.
Dr. Cullen didn't comment other than, "Call Kate. She's the expert and will be able to advised you regarding protection and safety. I know sometimes it's hard to use the phone, so the next time you're near a pay phone or computer just call or email her."
"Thank you."
He nodded. "You're very welcome, Jasper. You seem like a good kid. I have a son your age and I have to tell you that seeing you in here today is heart breaking because I hate to think about things like this happening to anyone, let alone beautiful young people with so much to gain from life. I've seen Kate work miracles. Please call her."
"I'll try." He smiled warmly somehow understanding my difficulty in taking the next step. "Your son is very lucky to have you as his Dad."
He smiled again. "Thank you, Jasper."
"Well here are the samples, and everything to get you set." Angela pronounced as she walked back into the room.
"Well, I hope I won't be seeing you under these circumstances any time soon." He handed Angela my chart after writing in it again. "Take care, son, and remember what I told you."
"I will. Thank you." With that he left. Then as quickly as he left he came back in. "I almost forgot. Did you use insurance today Jasper?"
This had to be the smartest doctor to ever live. "Um...yes, Sir."
He looked at me strangely, desperately hoping I would understand the message he was trying to convey without saying it out loud. His experience also knew that I couldn't file James' insurance because he would receive all the correspondence about this visit. Wow. Dr. Cullen really had my back on this one.
"Um…my Dad also has me covered under his private insurance." I offered to let him know I completely understood. "He gets the mail."
"Ah." He raised his finger and saluted me and left again.
Angela assisted me with applying some of the cream on my chest and back, which meant I had to take my shirt off again. She also helped me put it on my thighs and legs before I put my jeans back on. She gave me a bottle with plenty of samples and instructions on how to use them. We wrapped it up and I bid her goodbye.
She led me back to the check out area and it was then that I saw Dr. Cullen there with a man who looked to be about my age. It had to be his son because he looked just like him. Dr. Cullen waved to me which caused his son to look in my direction. He was abso-fucking-lutely hot! I immediately felt myself getting hard by merely glancing at him. I barely had time to take in his tight abs in that form fitting, skin tight t-shirt and those jeans that seemed to be painted on him. Oh yeah someone definitely poured him into those. He smiled out of courteousness and I waved quickly in their direction before heading out the door. He definitely had his father's DNA, but he'd super-exceeded that gene pool. WOW!
I had pulled on my hoodie so no one could clearly recognize my face. I handed the woman at the desk my checkout form, completed my paperwork, and exited the door. I decided to take a quick bathroom break before heading back home. It was a short walk, but I didn't want to wait. James had already sent me a text letting me know what he wanted for dinner. I told him that I would have to leave the house to go to the store to get some of the items. He gave me permission to leave with the understanding that I would do well to avoid unwanted and pesky friends. I knew I couldn't stay gone too long though, just in case he'd decided to come home early or something.
I exited the bathroom stall to go wash my hands and Dr. Cullen's hot son walked in.
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