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Oblivious to the downpour of heavy rain, Billie Blake walked Bradley, only walking a little faster and pulling up the cap of his hoodie.
A car stopped. The window rolled down. “What are you doing walking in this rain?”
He turned toward the vehicle. “Good morning, Bob. Bradley and I have to get our walks in sometime. Even in the rain.”
“Better you than me. How’s Glenn doing?”
“He’s coming along much better. He’s merely fretting about going back to work.”
“Tell him Nancy and I will be looking for a new stove. Don’t get too wet.” Bob drove up the street. He was always impressed with Billie’s motivation, when he walked early in the morning. His message to Glenn was appreciated, especially when neighbors like Bob bought high priced appliances. Their neighbors, young and old, accepted them as a male couple who were one of few legally gay married people in the state. Sometimes Billie felt Glenn and he led a civil rights event in their part of the community for same sex marriage equality.
As he trod further, he reminisced back to the morning, when his soul mate, Glenn Talbot, went into surgery to remove the cancer from his prostate gland. Billie hated hospitals, especially visiting people he loved, like Glenn. He had fled outside to the street to smoke every thirty minutes, spending five anxious hours waiting for the doctor to reveal his outcome.
Finally, when the doctor came out, she relieved him of any worries. “The surgery went well,” Dr. Stanley explained. “Sorry you had to wait so long, but we weren’t able to take him to the operating table until eleven thirty. He’ll be in the recovery room for three to four hours. Why don’t you come back then? He’ll still be tired and groggy, when he wakes, though.”
Billie was relieved and went home to check on Bradley. He paced the carpeted floors in the house, until he became bored and escaped outside. He was lost without Glenn, constantly worrying about the length of his hospital confinement. Picking some flowers from the yard, he placed them in a vase.
In horrendous rush hour traffic he returned to the hospital. Upon arriving, he asked for directions to the recovery room and found Glenn’s body spiked with tubes, sleeping comfortably. “Glenn, can you hear me?” he asked.
Glenn opened his eyes, slightly and muttered, “I need to change positions. But can’t.” Then he closed his eyes, drifting off into the silence from the effects of the anesthesia.
Billie knew his incoherency would last for some time. Bending over and kissing him on his lips, he whispered, “I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll call you before I come. I love you.” Walking out of the room, slowly, he regretted leaving. I should have stayed and watched over him? No, he’s incapable of any companionship tonight.
When Billie returned home, turning on all the lights and pouring himself a drink, he stared at the vase of flowers he forgot to take.
He attempted to sleep without Glenn by my side but restlessly tossed and turned, until the early morning hours.
When calling Glenn in the morning, he discovered his husband more alert and remembered to take him the flowers.
When entered his room he heard painful groans pain. “Do you want me to talk to the nurse about more pain medication?”
“No,” he said. He winced, when he turned slightly to his side. “All these tubes have me confused. Someone’s always checking to see if the bags need to be emptied.”
“How many bags are there? I see a catheter.”
“There’s another one going to my bladder.”
Billie could not bear the sight of the tubes invading his body. Wanting to rip them out and see him lying on the bed next to him, he fantasized scooping down on his dick with his eyes closed…anything but what he saw.
“Do you know when you will be released?” Billie forgot what the doctor told them at the pre-op appointment.
“Maybe just two more nights in here. I hope I’m discharged by Friday, or I’ll have to spend the whole weekend.”
Late Friday night, the last discharge from the hospital, Glenn was released.
When safely back home, Billie made sure Bradley did not jump up on him, when they came through the back door of the house. “Do you want to lie down?” Billie asked.
He made Glenn’s sleeping position as comfortable as possible, hanging the catheter and bladder bags high from the nightstand on Glenn’s side of the bed and supplying ice water. “I probably should not sleep with you in our bed.”
“I want you to,” Glenn requested. “I have to get used to sleeping on my back. Otherwise I’ll rip these tubes out. You know how I toss and turn. You can make sure I don’t rip them out.”
“Yes I know how restless your sleep is. Maybe I can give you gentle butt rubs.”
“Now how are you going to do that when I can’t lie on my stomach? You’re only torturing me.”
“Yes, I just wanted to get a laugh from you.”