New Miserable Experience
Chapter Five
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“Mr.
Seaborne?” Sam turned around.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I’m Dr. Leshen.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The neurologist.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Let’s go talk about Mr. Lyman.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The doctor led Sam to another office, and his
guard stood outside by the door.
The
doctor motioned him to a seat and waited until he was sitting before
talking. “I took a look at Mr. Lyman’s
chart, and was in the operating room with him.
It’s serious, but it’s his legs and testicles that have me worried.”
“How
so doctor?”
“He
is still producing sperm so the damage doesn’t seem that bad.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He will be in a lot of pain and the
possibility of sustaining an erection might pose a problem.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But that might just be mind over matter.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“His legs?”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“That’s
where there was the most nerve damage.
We repaired the damage the best we could.”
“Will
he walk again?”
“I’m
unsure. We’ll be able to tell more when
he wakes up and the swelling goes down.
He will have to go through extensive physical therapy for his legs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And it will not be easy.”
“What’s
the worst case scenario?”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Worst?style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
He’ll never walk again or have an erection.”
“What’s
the likely hood of that?”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Walking, 50/50.style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Impotence,
I’d say 25/75. Like I said he’s still
producing sperm. Once he’s slightly
better we’ll do a sperm count. Then
again, a lot of impotence cases are psychological.”
“Thanks
for your time doctor, but I’d like to get back to my friend.”
“Sure.n
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style='mso-spacerun:yes'> >Any>Any questions just let me know.”
They
shook hands and Sam made his way back to Josh’s room.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh never walk
again? He looked at his friend.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It made no sense.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh could barely sit still as it is.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No late night 3 on 3 with the president.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No jogging around the reflecting pool.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No constant manic pacing?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sam was so absorbed that he didn’t notice he
wasn’t alone until he felt the hand on his shoulder.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He spun so quickly he fell out is
is
chair. “Oh shit.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He said as he saw who was in the room.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sam quickly stood up.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Sorry sir.”
“That’s
alright Sam. You back on earth?”
“Yes
Mr. President.”
“Good.n
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style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We’ve been calling your name for a while
now.” CJ commented.
“I
must have zoned out.” He looked at his
watch. An hour and a
half. Josh must’ve stayed asleep
while the meds wore off. That was a good
sign.
“Sam
you’re zoning again.”
“Sorry
Toby.”
“How’s
he doing?”
“They
are giving him morphine every houtomutomatically, which puts him to sleep.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He woke up twice.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Once lucid but sick, the
second not so coherent.”
“I
want to see.” The president said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That’s when Sam realized that Leo, Toby and
CJ were blocking the viewthe the bed.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Mr. President
that might not be a good idea.”
Leo answered.
“Leo,
I want to see the damage that was inflicted.
Abby already told me.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Fine Mr. President.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"pan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
And they stepped away from the bed.
Jed
was silent as he walked over to the bed.
No one uttered a sound. They
watched as he started at the top by Josh’s hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He placed a hand above the swastika on his
head. He traced the burn on his back and
the criss cross of the stitching.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “How many?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He asked softly.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“About 1000.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
Sam answered.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Bastards.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
He
removed the blanket. There were white
bandages over both cheeks. There was
also white gauze wrapped around each thigh and calf.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
<
Jed
couldn’t help but look between his legs.
When Abby told him he was sick. “Are they?”
“Everything
is still attached, sir.” Sam answered
quickly.
The
president just nodded and laid a hand on the back of Josh’s knee.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>He hurt.
So much pain.
Oh how he wanted to cry out. He
felt a hand on his leg. Oh god they
didn’t save him. He was still on his
desk. He imagined Sam and Leo talking to
him. He was going to diestyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>.
Josh
screamed. Maybe someone would hear him.
style='mso-tab-count:1'>
He
was screaming at the top of his lungs.
And his voice was already raspy.
Josh’s eyes were wide open but he wasn’t seeing anything.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He kept thrashing around.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The stitches on his back started to
tear.
“Hold
him down.” Sam ordered.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He put a hand on Josh’s cheek.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Josh.
Joshua, you gotta stop screaming.
Joshua, listen to me. You are
safe. You gotta calm down.”
“What’s
going on in here?” Joan came in.
The
screaming stopped. “Sam?”
“Yeah
Josh, I’m here.”
“Thought,
imagined.”
“No.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We got you now.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He waved the others away.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Jed laid the blanket over Josh’s lower half
again. “There are some people here who want
to say hi.”
“Hurt.”
“I
know, but they really want to see you.”
“K.”
Joan
came back in with a young doctor in toe.
“We’re just going to repair the stitches.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Keep him busy.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She told Leo.
“Hey
kid, glad to see you awake.”
“You
found.”
“Yeah
Josh, we found you.” Leo said.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Work.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“Don’t
worry about it. We got it all covered.”
“Desk,
Mess.”
“We’ll
make Toby and CJ clean it. They are here
too.” Leo made room for Toby.
“Hey
Jodon’don’t worry about a thing.”
“Who
found?”
“Who
found you?”
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st
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Yeah.”style='font-family:"Century Gothi
“Donna.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“She ok?”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“She
is fine. We are taking good care of
her. Don’t worry.”
“Tell
her take days.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Will do.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> He
moved over for CJ.
an
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Hey Boyo.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“No
press.”
“Don’t
worry. They won’t.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Although Danny wants to
come up.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Friend.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“Okay.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You take care.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And CJ leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“Hey
man.”
“Charlie.”
“Do
me a favor?
Save some of the nurses for me.”
“Don’t
let President hear. Zoeyclass=GramE>.”
“Hey
Josh.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Sir, sorry.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“It’s
ok, Joshua. Is there anyone you want us
to call?”
“No.”
“Josh
I should be the one to apologize.” A
buzzer sounded. “It looks like you are
getting the good stuff soon.” He leaned
over Josh’s ear. “If you save a nurse
for me I’ll let Charlie off the hook.”
“Yes
sir, I” and Josh passed out.
“Sam,
if you want a break.”
“Thanks
CJ. But I’m good.”
“Leo
mentioned that you would talk to the press.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“If you need me to.”an
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“They
are behaving themselves. Danny wants to
visit though; I’m giving another briefing in an hour.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They all know we came here.”
“How
much detail you going into?”
“Don’t
know yet. I spoke to some of the doctors
so I have an idea.”
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Sam, call if you need anything.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“I
will Leo. Thanks.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m sure Josh appreciates it too.”
The
doctor was finishing the stitches as the president and his entourage left.style='spacspacerun:yes'> “So that’s the president?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He asked Sam.
style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Yeah.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
“He
seems like a good guy to work for. I’m
sorry I didn’t vote for him.”
“"'>“He
is a good guy to work for. And you’ll
get your chance next election.”
Something good came out of this, Sam thought.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> One more vote.
Sam
turned on the television to CNN to see what was going on.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It seemed like Josh had made the headlines
and CJ was giving a live briefing. This
was going to be good.
End of Part Five
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