Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 17: Family Support

Despite being sedated and high on morphine, my sleep was disturbed. I kept waking up and felt pain when I tried to move, forgetting I’d not been out of the operating theatre long. I was given some breakfast, consisting of cold toast and orange juice, but I didn’t touch it. I was still too dopey.

I sensed someone was with me and forced my eyes open to see. It was blurred, but I knew it was Louis. He was alone. He saw that my eyes were opening and held my hand.

“Mum and Dad have just gone downstairs to get a drink and something to eat. I told them I would stay here with you.”

“Thanks, Louis.” I croaked.

“How are you feeling?” Louis asked softly.

“I just want to sleep. But I need a piss.”

“I’ll get a nurse.” Louis was about to get up.

“Don’t bother them, they’re busy. Just grab one of those bottles for me.”

Louis grabbed a disposable urine bottle from my side table and gave it to me.”

I winced when I laughed, my ribs hurting. “I’ll need a bit of help, mate.”

“I’ll get a nurse,” Louis said again.

“Come on, Louis, I’m getting desperate, and they can take ages to come to me. I’m bursting, Louis. Just shove my dick inside and I’ll do the rest.”

Louis cringed, but drew back my sheets to expose my body. They’d dressed me in a hospital gown, but it wasn’t very comfortable. He lifted the hem of the gown and exposed my cock. He tried to push the bottle over my cock, but the tip was nestled between my legs, and he couldn’t get my cock in the wide neck of the urine bottle.

“Hurry up, Louis.”

“I can’t get it in.”

“Of course you can, do it now before I piss the bed.” I hurried him.

Louis cringed and grabbed my soft cock. He stuffed it down the neck of the bottle, and I let loose. It felt so good to relieve myself. It was the first moment of pleasure I’d felt for days.

“Ah, thanks, Louis.” I’d finished peeing.

Louis pulled the bottle away from my cock and let it flop again between my legs. He looked around; he didn’t know what to do with the bottle.

“Just put it back on the side,” I told him.

After putting down the bottle, he sat back down.

I turned my head and smiled at him, “Haven’t you forgotten something?” I looked down my body.

“Sorry, Ollie.” Louis scrambled to pull down my gown and pull the sheet over my body.

“I’m sure nobody wants to see my cock.” I stifled a chuckle.

Mum and Dad returned with some sandwiches and hot drinks. I got fed on the ward, my visitors didn’t; they couldn’t even get a drink.

“You’re awake,” Mum stated the obvious.

“Go get us some chairs, Louis,” Dad ordered, which annoyed Louis. He huffed as he got up and searched the ward for a couple of chairs. In the meantime, Mum sat on the chair Louis was using.

When Louis returned, scraping the chairs. He and Dad sat down.

Mum asked me a few questions about how I was feeling and if I was in any pain. After the initial small talk, Dad took a deep breath.

“We need to talk to you, Ollie.”

“Not now!” Mum glared at Dad, “Wait until he feels stronger.”

“What is it, Dad?” He looked concerned.

“I won’t be able to take any more days off. CC had demanded I get back to work tomorrow. They know you are in here, and they are not being very supportive. But I also received a call from Mr Vos. He was very sympathetic and wished you well, but it seems CC has been in touch with him. They know you won’t be able to work for a few weeks or months and have offered to sign a new contract with him.”

“Those bastards are taking my work. This worked out very well for them. Didn’t it? I’m fucked. No matter what happens, people will think I’m unreliable and a menace behind the wheel, risking my life every time I drive.”

“That’s not the worst of it, Ollie. CC will agree a new contract, but at nearly double the price.”

“Bastards!” I clutched my ribs.

“Calm down, Ollie.” Mum placed a reassuring hand on my good arm.

“Don’t worry, Ollie.” Dad said, “We talked about it as a family. It’s going to be difficult, but we think we can make it work. Mr Cremaster understands and promises to have you back when you’re better. The problem is Mr Vos. I couldn’t possibly take every Monday off, so we discussed it. I would do the maintenance on a Sunday when he is less busy.”

“But you hate that place, Dad.”

“I don’t exactly hate the place, Ollie. I just don’t want to get involved in the activities that happen inside.”

“You can’t, Dad. You sometimes work long hours at CC I can’t expect you to give up half your weekend.”

“I know you can’t expect me to do it. But it’s settled, I spoke to Mr Vos, and it’s all decided. It is only short-term, until you are back on your feet again.”

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was overwhelmed. Only a month ago, he was angry with me for starting my own business; now he was helping me save it.

Mum wiped my tears with her finger.

“What about Old Lady Lovecock?” I asked.

“Well,” Dad smiled, “your little brother has agreed to help out with some of your domestic jobs. He’s doing nothing over the summer school holidays, so it will give him something to do. We’ve checked your calendar and he’ll deal with what you have booked in already and any regular jobs.”

Fuck! Another tear rolled down my cheek. I looked at Louis, and he stuck his tongue out at me. I laughed and winced in pain. Mum wiped away the second tear.

“I’ll try and come in and see you as much as I can,” Mum explained, “but I don’t think your Dad will manage to get in. You don’t mind, do you?”

“I’m just so grateful for what he’s doing. If it means I don’t see him until I go home, I don’t care. I just can’t believe he’s doing this for me.”

“And Louis might not be in as often if he is working.”

“What did you threaten him with to make him help out?” I teased.

“I get to keep all the money I earn.” Louis chipped in.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Little Brother.”

“Yes,” Dad interrupted, “because if he’s earning, he’ll have to pay board and lodging.”

Louis huffed.

“He offered, Ollie,” Mum said soothingly.

“Thanks, Louis. It means a lot to me.”

They sat and talked to me for a few hours, and they stayed while I ate lunch. Mum encouraged me to eat more, but I still didn’t have an appetite.

It was mid-afternoon when they decided to leave. I asked to have a private moment with Louis and waited for Mum and Dad to go.

I held out my hand and he took it. “Thanks for doing this, Louis. But I want to warn you about some of the old ladies. Well, you know what happened with Mrs Green; they seem to delight in getting me naked, or at least topless. Don’t feel pressured, Louis. They may want to see your cock, see if you are as well-endowed as I am. Again, don’t show them if you don’t want to.”

“I won’t, Ollie. I don’t think I’d want old ladies leering over me.”

“They’ll leer anyway. You may also hear about other events that have occurred. I just want you to know that I never got paid for the extras.”

“You fucked your clients!” Louis was shocked.

“Not exactly, some of them fucked me.” I looked into Louis’ eyes, but he wasn’t shocked or disgusted.

“Well, that is one thing that won’t be on offer!” He laughed. “But I’ll keep them drooling until you return.”

I was getting tired. “Thanks, Louis.” I let go of his hand and closed my eyes.

I was surprised when Louis leant over me and kissed my forehead, “Bye, Ollie.”

 

I was woken by a nurse telling me that I had visitors. The two security officers were back. They wanted to talk to me, ask me if I remembered anything yet.

“I hear you’re on the mend, Ollie. You probably don’t remember us. I’m Senior Officer Nathan Morehead, and my colleague is Officer Andy Noble.”

“Hi,” The other officer greeted me.

“We’ve taken a look at your van and haven’t found any physical defects. This means that it wasn’t your van that caused you to brake suddenly and veer into the ditch. Do you remember anything about the accident?” Nathan asked.

I tried hard to think. I muttered as I went through what I did remember. “I left the resort, pulled over to get dressed, then made my way home. I can’t remember anything else.”

“You remember pulling over to get dressed?” I nodded, “That was certainly more than the other day. Did you see anything else on the road, other cars, cyclists?”

I thought again, “No, there was no one. I’m pretty sure the road was empty.”

“So you got dressed and sat back in the van.” Nathan tried to prompt me. “What did you do next?”

I scrunched up my eyes; my damn brain would not give up those few moments. “I must have started driving home, but I honestly don’t remember.”

“We’re still making enquiries, but no witnesses have come forward, and with no evidence of a collision, we don’t even know if another party was involved.”

“Perhaps an animal ran into the road?” Andy spoke for the first time.

“I really don’t remember. There must have been a reason I broke suddenly and swerved off the road.” I’d hate to think I was lying here, broken, because of a fucking rabbit or squirrel.

“We’re asking people who live near the area if they saw or heard anything, and we’ve put out an appeal for information,” Nathan said.

I was growing tired and closed my eyes. The two security officers said they would come back if they had more information and left. I felt depressed. It seemed this was it. There was nothing else they could do. I just mysteriously slammed on the brakes and careered into the ditch. I didn’t believe it.

 

I was glad my family left me alone for a few days. I seemed to be sleeping more than usual, and the Doctor who came around every morning explained that the body often sleeps more after a significant injury as it heals better and faster when I’m not awake. I suppose Dad and Louis were busy, and I felt grateful for their help. Ewan and Conor came to visit but only stayed a short time. They kept trying to make me laugh, teasing me and making my ribs ache.

I started to get bored one afternoon, and thankfully, Louis arrived.

He looked excited and was smiling. I’d never seen him smile so much. He came over to my bed, dragging a chair with him, the scraping noise disturbing the rest of the patients in my bay.

“Feeling better?” He grinned.

“I am, in fact. I’m off the morphine and just taking regular painkillers. I’ve not been allowed out of bed yet, but the physio is coming tomorrow to start my rehab. I should be up and about in a few days.”

“That’s good. But I hope they keep you in a lot longer as I’ve got used to having the room to myself.” Louis teased.

“Be careful. I might discharge myself now and go home with you.” I chuckled, feeling pain in my ribs, but it was as bad now.

“Anyway, I went to Mrs Lovecock today.”

I fidgeted to get comfortable. “How did it go?”

“She’s a horny cow.” Louis laughed. “The moment she saw me, she undressed me with her eyes. I told her I was only sixteen, but that didn’t stop her. She kept staring at my crotch. Anyway, it’s fucking hot out there, so I took off my tee shirt, and I swear she was about to pounce on me. Why don’t girls my age pay me that much attention?”

“I think you have the body that drives grannies wild. It’s too much for girls; you need a woman. An old woman.” I laughed despite the discomfort.

“Fuck off, Ollie.”

I laughed again. I’d missed him telling me to ‘fuck off’.

Louis shuffled his chair closer to me and lowered his voice, “Dad went to that gay sauna the other day. You should have seen his face when he got home.” Louis chuckled, “I think he was fighting the men off with his large spanner.”

“His ‘spanner’ is only a little bigger than yours.”

“Fuck off, Ollie. We can’t all be freaks like you. Anyway, I think they tried to molest him or something as he said that he was going to padlock his trousers so they couldn’t pull them down.” Louis looked away thoughtfully, “I wonder if they saw his cock.” He looked at me, “I wonder if they touched his cock. He refuses to say what happened in there.”

“Perhaps he enjoyed the facilities. Like father, like son.” I grinned as I remembered getting fucked by three guys as I tried to fix the sauna.

Fuck! My cock was thickening. I’d not been fucked for nearly a week, and being stuck in hospital, sharing a bay with five other guys, most of them old, meant I couldn’t have a wank. I couldn’t anyway, as my right arm was broken and I didn’t want to add any extra stress to it. They had warned me it would take up to two months before I could start to bear weight on my leg. But they hoped to discharge me soon.

 

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