Hey guys, thanks for coming to chapter two of this story. I apologize that it took me so long to get it posted. I'm going through a lot in my life and don't always have the privacy or even time to write stories such as this one. With that said, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I encourage feedback sent to my email, as I enjoy knowing what you guys think. Anyway, on to what you're really here for.
The waiting room of the hospital was rather full of parents and children. A good bit of the children played around with various toys that the hospital supplied. I was not really interested in any of this, however, as my anxiety wouldn't let me relax enough to enjoy any type of play. The detective helping me, Detective Joseph, lead me to a seat and had me sit down.
"Don't go anywhere." He commanded me, though he did say it kindly. I wasn't really intending to disobey him, nor did I want to run or even interact with the other kids. I simply nodded to show I understood and then watched as the Detective went to the counter and talked with a nurse who was working there. He was gone for a good couple of minutes and then he came back and sat next to me.
"It's going to be a little wait, buddy." He told me, tone seeming apologetic to me. "How come you won't talk?" He suddenly asked me. I decided to respond with a shrug as I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
"Are you able to talk?" He asked me, to which I nodded. I didn't think it'd do to lie about it.
"Hmm..." Detective Joseph let out as he seemed to be pondering something. "Are you scared to talk?" He finally asked, watching me closely for my reaction. I thought about shaking my head no, but instead I held up a hand and shook it side to side in a so-so gesture.
"Okay." He responded to my wordless answer. It was clear he understood. The way I was choosing to answer didn't seem to be upsetting him at all, instead it was like I was some sort of puzzle that he wanted to solve. "Are you scared to return to the home you were in before I found you?" He asked, once more causing me to think of how to answer. If I indicated I was that would portray that I knew my home before, and I really had no memory of it. If I said no, it'd probably portray the same and well, I really had no idea what would happen either way. So I shrugged instead, unwilling to commit in either direction.
"You know, I can help you better if you talk to me." He said, no annoyance or frustration in his tone, just care and compassion. I looked down at my lap at this point, fiddling with my fingers nervously. I knew as a child I likely had nothing to fear from the detective, but that knowledge did little to help me cope with my anxiety.
"I don't remember." I finally said, my voice soft and timid. After a moment, He leaned a bit closer, talking softly to me so others wouldn't hear.
"What don't you remember?" He asked me in a soft voice. I just shrugged again and looked up at him helplessly. "Your name?" He asked hopefully, and I shook my head to show I didn't know it. I couldn't maintain eye contact then. I legitimately felt bad that I was making things so difficult for the Detective when he was being so nice to me and genuinely trying to help.
"Your home?" I shook my head again to this question. "Your parents?" He asked. The hope was gone from his voice now, instead I could tell he was just going through the motions. I got a nod from him when I again shook my head and he sat back in his seat with a ponderous expression.
"What do you remember?" He finally asked. I thought a moment on what to tell him. I knew if I explained my past-life that he'd either dismiss it as childish fantasy, believe me and be completely disgusted, or possibly that I'd end up in some sort of psych ward under survielence and going through experiments that wouldn't be pleasant at all. All of these were rather scary prospects, so I wasn't going to be able to tell the whole truth here.
"Just today." I answer in my little timid voice.
The detective nodded and sat back in his seat again, clearly contemplating things. It was a good few minutes before he spoke again.
"You really don't remember anything from before today?" He asked me, once more studying me closely. I was sure to maintain eye contact as I nodded. I hoped he believed me, I wasn't sure what I could do to convince him.
"I woke up in the park." I told him finally, hoping that piece of information would help tie things together for him. He nodded his understanding as he watched me. He was quiet now, and didn't ask me another question. It wasn't until someone called his name several minutes later that things started to progress again.
"Alright kiddo, that's us." He said as he motioned for me to come with him once more. I hopped up from my seat and did so, doing my best to ignore the intense butterfly feeling I had knotting up my stomach. We were met by a nurse who lead the way down a hallway. We stopped along the way at a scale and height measure. I had to slip off my shoes so they could get an accurate measurement before I could step onto the scale, which I did as I was told. I knew ultimately that trying to resist wouldn't go well for me. I found out I was three foot three inches tall and only fifty three pounds in weight. I definitely found all the threes to be weird, and I couldn't help but feel it was somehow significant and not coincidental.
After this, I was lead into an exam room that had a sterile smell that was just like any other doctor's exam rooms, with it's cushioned exam table, couch thing. There was a stool with wheels and several cabinets and even doctor's utensils hanging or otherwise attached to the white walls.
"Let me help you up, buddy." Detective Joseph said as he did just that and then took a seat in one of two chairs at the side of the room which were clearly for parents or guardian.
"Alright, I'm just gonna take your vitals first, then the doctor will be in for the exam." She said as she grabbed items she would need. "Can you tell me your name?" She asked in a kind voice as she slipped a small blood pressure sleeve up my arm.
I shook my head and shrugged at the same time to try and show I couldn't tell her because I didn't know it.
"You don't know your name?" She asked to confirm, and I nodded to show she had it right. "I'm sorry, that must be rather tough for you." She added, to which I again nodded because indeed, not knowing at all what my name was, was making some things rather difficult. I took a deep breath to try and relax myself as she inflated the cuff around my upper arm. It got uncomfortably tight, but I didn't complain at all. When she had what she needed just a moment later, she released the air pressure and took the cuff off my arm. She placed a little monitor on one of my fingers and then took my temperature as this thing worked. Once she had what she needed, she took the small machine back and input the information on a tablet she had been carrying in her pocket.
"Your vitals are good." She told me in a cheery voice, giving me a comforting smile. "Now, my part is done. I'm going to step out of the room and the doctor will be in shortly. While you wait, please strip down to your underwear for him so things go a bit faster." She told me, though she didn't give me any chance to respond as she retreated out the door she had come in.
Detective Joseph was watching me when I looked toward him. I know my eyes were wide, and he returned my look with one of sympathy. The butterflies in my stomach, my constant companions at this point, had suddenly started fluttering much more intensely. It was like they suddenly multiplied by a hundred, which I knew was clearly an exaggeration. That's just how it felt in my small body. I didn't like the idea of undressing in front of the detective, someone I knew even if only for a hour or so. It was even worse knowing someone I didn't know would be joining us with the clear intent to closely scrutinize my body. I had never really liked visiting the doctors office to begin with.
"It's okay, the doctor is just going to make sure you're healthy." He explained to me. I huffed out a breath in protest, but I knew trying to resist probably wouldn't end well for me. So I slipped off my shirt while I sat up on the cushioned table. Then I slipped down off the table so I was standing and then handed my shirt over to the detective. It was easy then to slip my shorts off as I head never put my shoes back on after being weighed.
I felt my face grow hot then as I stood in just my childish briefs and socks. The room was rather cool, causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. If you don't remember, my briefs were mostly white, but they had these tiny gold stars printed over them and the waistband was a shade of blue that I found relaxing, or would have if I hadn't been in such a vulnerable position.
"Do you need help back onto the table?" He asked me, but I defiantly shook my head and somehow managed to climb back up on my own. "I know it's embarrassing, and I'm sorry." He said, which actually had the effect of making me feel a bit better about things. I didn't really feel completely alone anymore, nor did I feel ashamed of my body as it seemed the detective didn't seem to mind my state of undress. To him, it was probably just a part of his job. But at least he showed some compassion and empathy towards me, and that helped.
It wasn't a long wait after that for the doctor to come in. Maybe five minutes in all. But my anxiety and nerves, along with the quiet between the detective and me, made it seem so much longer to my childish mind. But then, all too suddenly, there was a knock at the door and it opened as the doctor came in. The Doctor was surprisingly young looking, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He had short brown hair that was neatly styled to the left. He wore glasses that were black rimmed and somewhat stylish. He game me a warm smile as he warm blue eyes took me in.
"Hi there, I'm Doctor Johnson." He introduce himself. "What's your name?" He asked me.
At this point, I was rather tired of being asked this question. I wasn't able to contain my little huff of annoyance, reacting before I even thought about it.
"He doesn't remember it." Detective Joseph spoke up for me. I gave a look toward the detective that I hope conveyed my thanks.
"Well, that's no good. Did you hit your head?" He asked me as he approached. I shook my head as he stood beside the table I sat on. He started to examine my head then. "Tell me if anything I do hurts or if your in any pain at all." He said as he examined me for some sort of injury. I didn't really need to speak up as I wasn't in any pain, nor did he cause me any as he looked. When he was satisfied, he moved on. The first thing he did was listen to my heart and breathing. He checked my eyes and ears, then tested my reflexes. He prodded my belly and abdomen, getting rather close to my lower region. He even moved the waistband of my underwear down a bit to check my lower abdominal region. Then he had me bend my legs and arms at different angles, checking their mobility.
"Any discomfort?" He asked me as he prodded and moved me around. I shook my head in answer, frowning a bit. I'm sure the doctor could tell how nervous I was. Regardless, he pushed on, probably wanting to get this process done as soon as possible to both save his time and minimize on my own discomfort as best as he could. "Alright buddy, I know your probably feeling anxious or nervous, but I'm going to need to check beneath your underwear now." He informed me, causing my heart to drop into my stomach and do some flops. He grabbed a pair of gloves and fit them on each hand while I felt my face grow hot and I immediately wanted to protest.
I looked toward Detective Joseph before I said anything though. My face must have said it all for me because he frowned back. "You can trust the doctor, Kiddo. I've been working with Doctor Johnson here for quite some time now, since he started here. We've never had any issues either, you're safe here." He assured me, though it did very little toward actually making me feel better about this. I didn't resist when the doctor helped me to stand up on the exam table, putting me at the perfect height for this next part of his exam.
"If you feel like you're going to fall, just place your hands on my shoulders to support yourself." The doctor told me. I nodded, but I could feel my face was still hot as he gently grasped the waistband of my briefs. He was very delicate as he gently worked them down to about mid-thigh, completely exposing my private parts. He was focused on doing his job and I was focused on what he was doing. My face still felt hot, and I didn't want to check if Detective Joseph was watching or not. I watched as the Doctor examined my small penis, checking the mobility of my foreskin. He only retracted it until it began to resist and he felt me tense. He nodded softly as he examined the small pink area of my glans that was exposed, a tiny circle around my urethral opening. He didn't touch it, just looked until he was satisfied and then replaced the skin back to its proper position.
Then he began poking at my tight round scrotum. It didn't take him long to find both of my tiny marbles, then to isolate one and compare it to this little string of oval shaped beads with numbers on them. Afterwards, he pressed his fingers into my little sack and told me to turn my head and cough. I complied, and he repeated the process after moving his fingers a bit, to which I once more complied with his request.
"Alright, last thing for me buddy. I need you to turn around and bend forward slightly for me." He told me. I acquiesced of course, and felt him pulled apart my little globes. I rightly assumed he was checking my anus for and signs of infection, irritation, or misuse. He was quick with it, then helped me turn and pull my underwear back up. He gave me a smile as he helped me sit back down. Then he turned to the detective.
"Everything seems to be in good order, he is well within the proper measurements and developmental stage of a boy at six years of age. The physical examination precludes he is healthy, however I'm going to order a blood screening and an MRI to make sure everything is okay, since he shows signs of memory loss." Doctor Johnson told Joseph. "He'll need to stay overnight while everything is prepared and tested. I'm sure that will pull some weight off of whoever his case worked is from CYS." He added. Once he'd gone over this with the detective, the doctor turned to me with a smile. "You did good, brave little guy." He said to me. "I'll send a nurse in with a gown for you to wear while your here, and then after they will take you to your room. We'll get your blood drawn in the morning and along with that MRI at some point." He continued with a nod. I felt myself grateful that he was finished, though I didn't like the prospect of having my blood drawn.
I had never stayed overnight in a hospital in my past life, so this would be a totally new experience for me. That factor made me nervous all over again, but ultimately I knew I'd be okay. The Doctor ruffled my hair with a smile before he left the room and I was once more alone with Detective Joseph.
"You're a very brave boy." He told me, his tone genuine and kind. I blushed and squirmed a bit at his compliment. Just then there was another knock at the door and a female nurse came in. I reacted quickly and without thought, moving my hands to cover the front of my childish briefs as I felt my face grow hot all over again. It wasn't the same nurse from earlier either, and I felt completely embarrassed to be in such a vulnerable state of undress.
"Hello there, Sweetie." She spoke to me, her voice heavy with a southern accent. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing." She said, which just made me blush deeper and squirm as I looked away. "No need to be shy now, I'll just help you into this gown and then show you to your room for the night. Have you eaten, honey?" She asked me, opening up the small gown she had brought in with her. I shook my head in answer, eyes now watching her as he approached. She gently took each of my arms by the wrist and helped me into the gown. Once both my arms were in the sleeves, she moved behind me a bit and started tying the strings so it would stay on. The gown was a light blue shade with darker blue stars printed all over it, which I found to be ironic as it seemed to match my underwear.
"I'll get you a meal once we get you into bed." She said as she helped me down from the high table. She stepped behind me then and tied up the last few strings so the gown stayed shut behind me and preserved what little dignity I still had. Even in the gown I still felt very underdressed.
"Alright, you wanna say goodbye to the nice Detective?" She asked me. I felt it'd be rude not to since he did really help me out. There was really no telling what might have happened to me if it weren't for the detective finding me at the right time. So I said goodbye in the only way I felt I could without actually speaking. I moved forward and hugged the man around his waist with my face buried into his stomach. I felt him run a hand over my head and pat my back gently.
"You're gonna be okay, I'll come visit you tomorrow." He told me, so I released him and looked up, giving him a grateful smile as he smoothed down my hair a bit. The nurse then ushered me out of the exam room and after taking my hand, lead me down the busy hospital hallways. It really only took us a few minutes to get to the room I was assigned to.
Inside the room the walls were painted with many different kind of animals. It was made to look like some kind of African prairie, complete with trees and a blue sky. The image was broken by four beds and various equipment. There was also curtains that could be pulled around each bed to offer some privacy from the other occupants of the room when necessary.
All three of the other beds were taken by other children. I felt shy all of a sudden as I was lead to my bed. I only got a brief glimpse of each bed and it's occupants to know I was likely in a room with only other boys. I mean, it didn't really seem plausible to me that the rooms would be co-ed. The nice blond nurse lifted me up onto what was going to be my bed and helped me under the covers.
"I'm nurse Angie by the way, if you need anything you just press this button here, but only if you really need something. Don't press it if you're not in need of help." Nurse Angie explained to me. Her tone was still very kind, as was her expression. Unlike with that female cop, I found myself beginning to like this nurse despite my embarrassment earlier with my state of undress.
"Alright, I'll go get you a meal. You can watch television on this monitor here." She told me as she swiveled a piece of equipment around beside me until there was a TV in front of me. She even turned it on to some cartoons for me. I gave her a grateful smile before she finally left.
The cartoons, Loony Toons actually, might have entertained me but my curiosity about the other children in their beds was distracting me from focusing on the show. So I looked around tentatively.
The bed to my left held a boy about eight years old I'd guess. He had short brown hair and was also watching cartoons. When I looked his way, he looked mine and our eyes met. I felt my face grow hot in a shy blush at being caught looking toward him, but he just smiled and gave me a friendly wave. I found myself wondering why he was here because it didn't seem to be for any obvious outward issue. He also wore a gown like I wore, which made me feel a little better about wearing it myself. I decided I'd try to be friendly too, so I waved back before breaking eye contact.
In the bed diagonal from mine was a boy with long blond hair. His eyes were closed and his bed was flat as he laid in it. He looked peaceful, and just like with the boy before, there weren't any distinguishing injuries that I could see. There were however quite a bit of wires connecting him to some monitoring machines that read his vitals and an IV that fed him liquids. Despite all this, he seemed to peaceful as he slept.
In the bed directly across from mine there was another boy, but he was also watching Televison and was blocked from my view by the monitor.
I laid back in my bed, focusing now on the cartoons in front of me now that I was more familiar with my surroundings. The antics of the cat and mouse in the screen were familiar and actually did well to distract me until Nurse Angie returned with a meal for me. She set it down on a high table that she easily moved over until it was right in front of me. Then she showed me how my bed could be reclined so I would be more comfortable as I ate.
She removed the lid to the tray to reveal a plate of chicken nuggets and Mac n' Cheese. There was also apple sauce and pudding with both grape juice and chocolate milk to drink. I smiled my thanks to her and she smiled back.
"Enjoy sweetie." She bade me before she affectionately ruffled my hair a bit. A moment later she was out the door, leaving me to eat my meal in peace.
I immediately dug in to my food, which I found to be pretty good despite the stigma on hospital food. It really didn't take me long to finish either as I was very hungry. As far as I knew, this was my first meal.
I sat back in my reclined bed and relaxed now, belly full and body warm. The antics on the screen didn't really capture my attention anymore, so my eyes drifted shut. I must have fallen asleep because I have no idea when someone came in and took the tray from the table or turned off the television.
It was dark in the room when I woke back up. I could see, but the lights in the room were off. I realized I must have been pretty tired too as I also never noticed when my bed has been reclined back to a flat position. I sat up and looked around the room. All the other boys seemed to be sleeping too. Quite suddenly, I realized the reason for why I woke up, I really had to pee.
I looked around for the bathroom, finding only one single door that lead off the room that wasn't the one I came in and that lead out into the hallway. I crawled down off my bed, feeling to cold of the hospital floor through my socks as I approached the door in question.
I found the door unlocked as I tried the handle. It was dark inside, so I reached my hand in and searched along the wall for the light switch. My urge to pee was getting worse and I was have a hard tike finding the light switch. It was such a relief to me when I finally did find it and the room flooded with light, momentarily blinding me. When my eyes adjusted my relief doubled to find I was in fact in a bathroom.
I crossed over to the toilet quickly, hearing the door shut with a click behind me as it latched. My bladder felt very strained now. So much in fact that I was doing this little hop dance as I pulled the hospital gown up. Before I could get my underwear pulled down, I gasped out as a bit of pee leaked out and wet the front of my underwear. But then I had the waistband pushed down and was able to di my business without further issues.
After I had finished, I found myself staring down at my childish pens and once more thinking about playing with it. I had a lot more privacy now than I did in the park and I was rather curious to see if I could get hard or not. It had slipped my mind that I hadn't locked the door behind me in my haste to pee.
Before I could make the decision to touch myself, there was a soft knock on the door. It opened without waiting for my reply and I had just enough time to tuck myself away in my slightly damp briefs before a male nurse came in. I immediately noticed that he had a rather young face with a soft, caring expression.
"Hey little buddy, everything okay?" He asked me in a soft, kind voice. I nodded my head and flushed the toilet, then moved to the sink where I began washing my hands. The sink was at the perfect height for me to not have any issues reaching the water or soap. The nurse was still watching me as I finished and dried my hands. He held the door for me as I passed by him. I felt one of his warm hands on my back as he lead me back to my bed.
I couldn't help blushing again as he help me back up onto the bed with a hand on my rump. He pulled the covers up and actually tucked me in too. I had completely forgotten what such a simple thing felt like. I felt myself grateful toward this complete stranger that took the time to help me. I felt he was going well beyond his simple duties as a nurse.
"Comfortable?" He asked me in a whisper. I nodded once more and he gave me a warm smile before he checked each of the other boys in their beds. He wasn't around long, just long enough to know that the others were still asleep and then he left.
I fell back asleep shortly after he left. My sleep this time was filled with visions of an angel. The angel was a child actually, but he had wings and a halo too which is what lead me to believe he was some sort of angle. It was clearly the impression the dream was giving me and my thoughts were on how beautiful he was.
He had long blond hair, just long enough to reach his neck but not long enough to reach his shoulders. He had the most amazingly vibrant green eyes the likes of which I have never seen before. There was also a smattering of freckles under his eyes and over the bridge of his nose, not a lot of them but enough to add to his beauty. He had a cute button nose and a smile that gleamed with happiness all the way to his sparkling eyes. He wore this white cloth in a way that easily covered his waist and below, but his soft boyish chest was exposed to me.
Under the warmth of his smile I felt safe. But I could also tell that something was off. It was like he was trying to tell me something but no sound came from him that I could hear. There was a clear sense of urgency too, and I could sense there was something he needed but I couldn't figure out what it was. There was also something strangely familiar about the angel, but I couldn't place what or how either. Before I knew it, the vision was fading and I was waking up to a new day.