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Find the girl
Joh
When I opened my eyes, it was to a dark room and the sound of beeping monitors.
Unsure of where the fuck I was, I automatically began to panic and tear at the wires strapped to my chest and arms.
There were some stuck up my nose, too, and I smacked at them, trying to break free.
My hands felt strange – like they didn’t belong to me.
My head felt the same.
My eyeballs were rolling around in my head of their own accord.
Seriously, I couldn’t get a handle on them.
I tried to focus, I tried real hard to make sense of my surroundings, but my eyes kept fluttering and the room was spi
Was I stoned?
Did Gibsie get me high?
That bastard…
"Joh
"Da?"
"I'm right here, son."
The sound of a chair scraping off tiles filled my ears.
"Da," I croaked out, calming when I felt his warm hand cover mine. "Where am I?"
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was close.
His voice was right there by my ear, making me feel safe.
His hand touched my forehead, brushing my hair back, just like he used to do when I was small.
"You're in the recovery room, son."
Jesus Christ, I was?
I could just about remember the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Everything was blurry.
And painless.
I had no pain.
Nothing.
"You had surgery, son," my father explained.
"Fuck," I croaked out. "Is my dick still there?"
"It's still there," Dad chuckled softly.
"And my balls?"
"Also there," he mused. "All in working order."
I exhaled a ragged breath. "Thank Jesus."
"Do you remember the match last night?" he asked. "You were in a bad way, son."
"I remember the girl," I slurred. "Why's everything dark?"
"Because you're supposed to be sleeping," my father told me. "It's six o’clock in the morning. Still dark outside."
"So, no lights anywhere?" I asked, confused. "They're all gone?"
I heard his quiet laugh. "No lights for another few hours, Joh
"You're sure my dick's still there?" I kicked my feet, but they weren't being cooperative. "I really like my dick, Da. I'll cry if it's gone."
"Most lads like that part of their anatomy, Joh
"Check for me," I mumbled, feeling woozy as fuck. "Just to make sure."
I heard my father sigh heavily and then felt the covers being lifted from my body.
"All there, boyo," he assured me before tucking the covers around me once more.
"It's not working anymore, Da," I groaned, feeling a huge surge of devastation fill my body. "I broke it."
"The doctors fixed it," he coaxed. "It's back in working order again."
"I can pull my dick again?"
"Yes, Joh
"My head's all hazy, Da," I slurred. "Everything's warm and tingly… and I feel groggy as balls."
"That's the medication, Joh
"How is he doing?" an unfamiliar voice asked, bringing with it a small flash of light and the sound of a door clicking.
"Talking out of his arse," my father told the voice.
"Ah, that'll be the morphine," the voice mused, coming closer. "Try and get him to sleep. I'll be back in an hour to do his obs."
"Da, there's a girl," I a
"I know, Joh
"No, no, no," I slurred, shaking my head. "There's a girl, Da. A girl."
"Where son?"
"There's a girl on the bus," I slurred. "I need you to find her for me."
"There's no girl, pet," Dad coaxed. "There's no bus, either. You're jacked up on morphine."
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Am I dying or something?"
"No, Joh
"Thank fuck," I groaned. "'Cause I wa
"Okay, Joh
"No, no, no, Da, I'm serious," I slurred. "I think I love that girl."
"Well, who's this girl?"
"She's a river," I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'm keeping her, Da."
"Okay, son," he coaxed. "You keep the girl."
"She makes my heart go, like, whoa."
"Is that right?" he mused.
"So bad, Da," I sighed. "Boom, boom, fucking boom." I shook my head. "All the time."
"Is he awake?" my mother's voice filled my ears, followed by another flash of light and the sound of another door clicking.
"He's something alright," Dad chuckled.
"Joh
"Ma," I slurred, feeling her hand touch my cheek. "Don’t be pissed."
"I'm beyond pissed," she sobbed. "You could have died."
"She crying, Da?" I slurred, slapping at something touching my nose. "It's because I had sex." Smirking, I added, "A lot of sex." I laughed to myself but it sounded fu
"Edel, love, he's high as a kite," I heard my father say. "He won't remember a word of this. Best wait to give him the talk until he comes around properly."
"The talk," I groaned loudly. "All the fucking talks."
"Joh
"Sex is a beautiful thing," I slurred. "When it's between two blah fucking blahs."
Mam laughed. "So, you do listen to me."
"Ma!" I exclaimed. “You know the girl!"
"What girl, love?"
"My girl." I slapped a hand against my nose, itching the scratch, or scratching the itch.
I didn’t know about anything anymore, but I felt fucking great.
"See, Da?" I slapped my chest. "Boom, fucking boom, boom."
"What's he talking about, John?"
"God only knows," my father replied, sounding thoroughly amused. "But it's the best entertainment I've had in years."
"My dick works again, Ma," I chuckle-slurred. "Da checked. My balls are there, too."
"Oh, Jesus," Ma muttered.
"It's okay," I cooed, mashing my lips together. "She's sixteen now, and I'm –" I slapped my forehead. "Seventeen."
"What are talking about, Joh
"The fractions, Ma," I groaned. "They're closing in."
"Fractions of what, love?"
"Not too much longer to wait." I sighed. "Thank fuck, 'cause I'm in love."
"You're in love?"
I nodded happily. "And she's a river."
"Well that's…lovely, pet," Mam coaxed, sounding confused. "Good boy."
"I'm go
"Can they knock him back out?" Ma grumbled. "He's going to give me a stroke with all this talk."
"It's okay, Ma," I coaxed. "I'm go
"John!" Mam gasped. "What have you been telling our son?"
Dad laughed. "He's seventeen, Edel. It's the first thing he's going to ask about after a surgery like that."
"Oh, dear Jesus," Mam groaned.
"And I'm go
"Knock, knock," a familiar voice called out, followed by more light and more doors clicking. "How's the patient?"
"Gerard," Mam sighed happily.
"Gibs!" I called out, searching the room for my best friend and coming up empty. "Gibs, man. The fuck kind of drugs did you slip me?"