With bright lights beaming down on Purcell, frantic thoughts raced violently through his entire being. He wanted to scream out, “Let me out of here. I’m going to die.”
Suddenly Purcell danced naked in a dark space, seemingly by himself. A shining light warmed the skin of his body, as he continuously spun, highlighting the muscles of his legs, hips, butt, chest, arms and face. The heat of the glow made him move gracefully, sometimes twirling on a solo leg. No intruding thoughts invaded his routine. He had no memory of the past or future; he thrived in the present tense of his life, carefree, no worries and no problems. His thin, toned body defined strength; it was his time to shine by dancing in this wonderful twilight. Enjoying his free fall state, he understood the amazing feat of astronauts in outer space or a Monarch butterfly fluttering above a yellow and white water lily. Allowing his head to arch and his hair to fall down his back, Purcell lifted one leg, spread both arms above his head, and rotated in a vacuum of perfect silence. This moment was his fame.
The lights dimmed overhead catching Purcell by surprise; total blackness ensued.
With his eyes squinting from narrow slits, Purcell wakened gradually, listening to doctors who stared down at him behind white masks. He could not understand what they explained. Glancing around, he observed his faithful mate Frank standing by his side, a sincere caring expression on his face, unlike his usual jesting stare when his eyes opened wide and would not budge or blink. Purcell fell asleep briefly, only to feel his bed glide over the floors to a hospital room. When in place he heard a nurse speak her name, but he soon forgot it. Frank then held his hand. Purcell realized he survived the surgery, when he originally thought his heart would stop beating through the long procedure. It was done and he was still alive. He sighed, feeling only pain down his back. He dared not move.
“I’ll call you tonight,” Frank related seriously, without his usual sarcastic, humorous remark like, “I’ll suck your dick tonight.” He leaned over, kissing him on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Purcell whispered, gratefully. He wanted to thank Frank for his continuing love, but he already left the room.
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