Epilogue
#4 of His eighteenth
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"What's his BP?"
"120 over 70"
"Pulse?"
"75"
"Then why the hell is he here?"
I startled awake. All I could see were bright lights and white walls. The only sounds was the rhythmic beeping of machines next to me. There were two faces looking down at me, both of them covered with surgeon's masks. However, they both quickly removed their masks; one was a badger and the other was a fox who was rapidly walking away from me muttering "wasting my time with false alarms, I've got more important things to do."
I looked at the badger and asked him "Um, where am I?"
"You're at Pioneer Hospital, kid," he replied, "but, er, we're not sure why."
"What do you mean? Is there anything wrong with me?"
"No, in fact, you're in perfect health. Somebody called 911, saying you OD'd on something, so an ambulance wheeled you here, but we couldn't find anything wrong. Neither of you had any problems."
"Why did someone call 911 for me?"
"Dunno. Hey, kid, you've got a visitor, want me to bring him in?"
"Sure." He walked over to the door and stuck his head out into the other room. He removed his head from the door and opened it so someone could get in. It was Shane. He asked if we could have some privacy, and the badger left. He turned to me and asked, "Hey, you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't even know why I'm here. Do you?"
"Well, your Mom kind of overreacted when I told her what happened. She called 911 and ordered an ambulance to take you here."
"Um, what happened exactly? I can hardly remember?"
"I don't know. I forgot my jacket and went back to go get it. I saw your cars outside the alley, and I looked for you two inside. I found you both in the birthday room and you were..."
"What? What was I doing?"
"...You were 'inside' her." Then I remembered exactly what happened. My master brought us into the room, and revealed himself to us in turn. Then, he made a deal with both Melanie and me. Then he ordered us to have sex, and go to sleep. But what was the deal? And what was his name? It was no use to try and figure it out then, so I just listened to Shane as he continued to explain things.
"Anyway," he continued, "I called your Mom to come pick you up. I thought maybe somebody slipped something in your drinks, so that's what I told her. Then she called 911 and the ambulance came. Right now, she's sitting in the other room."
So that's how it went. I looked to my left, and saw Melanie lying in the hospital bed, still asleep. I asked Shane if he'd be willing to explain it all again to her if I woke her up. He agreed, and I slipped out of my bed and into a chair next to hers and rubbed her arm to rouse her. She slowly opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings, saying "Where am I?"
Shane told her the same thing, with the exception of the sex. When she began questioning him about why she was lying on the floor with me, I stepped in and explained that we had slept together. A look of dawning comprehension slipped across her face. She remembered what happened, too. I asked Shane for some privacy, and he agreed to leave.
"Mel," I said, "We were acting under instructions, with intentions that weren't our own. Do you remember what happened?"
"Vividly."
"Do you remember the name of the wolf?" I was afraid to say "master" in front of her.
"No." She said, almost shamefully.
"Neither can I. What I do remember is that he released us right before we, er, came. So..." I was beginning to look shameful, too.
"So we technically were the ones who did it. I get what you're saying, but I don't agree. The pleasure and the sensations from listening to the wolf clouded our minds. Even though we were released, he knew that we couldn't help ourselves but to keep going. It wasn't really our fault." She smiled at me. "So, are we still friends?"
I smiled back at her, "Sure we are. Listen, the doctors said you're fine, so let me drive you home. It's the least I can do."
"OK." She said.
So I asked Shane to come back in, and I explained that I'd be taking her home and that he should tell my parents that I'm fine. He told me that my dad brought the car over from the bowling alley, and that he'd tell them that I was taking Mel home.
We both got up from our seats and walked out to the car. When we were well away from the hospital, Melanie turned to me and said, "So, did you have a happy birthday?"
"It was more horny than happy, but it was good."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"Just live my life I guess." But before I could say anything more, my thoughts turned to the lioness from the morning. Somehow, I still felt connected with her. I was sure that if I just saw her again, I could somehow get closure from this. Oh, well. I'll save it for another day.
I drove Melanie to her house and she went inside with a quick wave to me. I ventured home, and found that my parents were already asleep. I followed their example and quickly brushed my teeth and did other bedtime activities before laying down on my bed. I pulled the sheets over my body and fell asleep as fast as a person probably could.
And that's how my eighteenth birthday went.
Thanks for reading this little series of mine. But don't worry, it's not over! I plan to have some episodic stories with the tagline "A Michael Jacobs Story" before making another short series that concludes it all. If you really like the characters and have an idea for a situation, feel free to e-mail me and recommend it. Or, if you want to write a story with these characters yourself, send me the outline and I'll give you permission. Thanks Again!
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