“Jesus Mat! what the hell was you thinking of?, you know this has screwed up your schooling for the next 6 weeks as you can’t write or even go to school.” “Soz mom!” I replied in agony from my fractures while my sisters giggled.
“The staff have said they’re going to keep you in overnight in case you have concussion.”
“Are you going to stop me from hanging around with Paul because of this?” I asked knowing mom was upset about what had happened.
“Of course not, let’s be honest it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, you’d still hang around with him.” mom took a deep breath and finished by saying “I just want you to be a bit more careful, that’s all.”
With that they left the room leaving me to think about what had happened and how I was going to cope with both of my arms immobile. Dad then brought some light hearted relief to the proceedings though when as he exited the room and took the piss out of me because of the day’s events and even started shouting like the Japanese Kamikaze pilots used to in WWII laughing out loud as he left the room to go home with mom and Diane and Claire.
BONZZZAAAIII!!!!
After waking up the next day and having breakfast with the help of a nurse, who was a stern looking woman of around 45 years of age I found out that the doctor was going to give me checkup to see if I was well enough to go home. Not having gone to the toilet since the day before I told a her that I needed to go and she obliged by helping me off the bed the pulling down my boxers and letting me shuffle over to a table with an urinal carton placed upon it. After a bit of a struggle while I swung my hips side to side I managed to put my cock in the end.
Standing there with my boxers around my ankles and arse cheeks in full view it took ages to relax knowing that the nurse was somewhere behind me watching.
“Sorry about this son, I’ve got to stay with you in case you fall over and hurt yourself.”
Finally after looking straight at the blank wall for a few minutes I managed to empty myself, filling the carton to the rim. Having an empty bladder wasn’t my only relief as I knew only too well that mom was on her way and it would’ve been almost unbearable for me to let mom to see me like this.
Mom was already there at 8 o’clock when he came round, and after a quick once over I was given the all clear to go. Mom then got a pair of p.j’s and a housecoat out of a sports bag she had with her then said
“I’ve bought these and 3 other pairs which I’ve left for you at home love, it’ll be easier than trying to continually get in and out of ya’ jean’s and t- shirts” then showed me the pair that she brought with her. “Now!, let’s get ya’ dressed so we can go home”
Mom then proceeded to dress me in the clothes which she had brought, luckily for me I still had my boxers on from the previous day thus allowing me to keep my modesty.
Mom escorted me to the car and helped me get in and then buckled me in for the 10 minute drive to the house. Starting the engine mom said
“When we get home I need to have a serious chat with you about how we’re going to get through this as your arms broken and you’re gunna have to rely on me for help for the next few weeks”