Tug of War 31

Nurse Grant was remembering a surprising – but very enlightening – phone call she had had that morning when the very same person who had been the subject of such a conversation burst into her office. The boy approached her quickly and, without offering any explanation, began to cry copiously in her arms. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked in astonishment, hugging him. 

Timothy tried to answer her question, but he felt completely unable to stop the flow of tears and sobs that overwhelmed him at that moment. After facing so many traumatic situations in such a short time, his emotions had finally got the best of him. 

Realizing that it was useless to try to extract any comprehensible information from the boy while he was so sorrowful, Nurse Grant decided to simply console him for the time being. "Shhh... It's okay, honey..." she said, in a motherly tone. "Everything will be fine..."

Timothy didn't remember ever crying like that before, and it took him a few minutes until he was able to control himself. 

"Are you feeling better now?" the woman asked, stroking his hair with his head stuck in her ample cleavage.  

"Yes, Ma'am" the young man told her, sincerely. He didn't know why, but he was indeed feeling a lot better after crying, as if it had relieved the burden he had been carrying. All this was so weird… He simply couldn't understand what was happening to him.

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie. Now, can you explain to me what was bothering you so much?"

Being able to think straight again, Timothy felt extremely ashamed of his behavior. How would he justify to Nurse Grant the fact that he had just invaded her office crying like a little girl? 

"Umm... W-well..." he stammered, not knowing what to say next. 

"I bet this has something to do with your basketball practice, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes" Timothy said, although he knew that it hadn't been the sole cause of his emotional breakdown. 

"Oh, you poor little thing!" she hugged him tightly one more time. "Did those mean boys hurt you again?" 

"It wasn't like that, Nurse Grant!" Timothy lied, very annoyed for being treated as if he were the most delicate thing in the world. "I... Umm... I tripped and hit my head on the floor. That was all."

"You hit your head? Oh my God, let me check it!" said the woman, starting to examine his scalp right away. "Yes, I see. This isn't something serious, but I'm afraid you're going to get a bump on your head. You don’t need to cry anymore, though. You’ll be fine, sweetie. Now, I couldn’t help it but noticed that your hair has a marvelous scent" she added, perhaps in an attempt to cheer him up. "Tell me, do you use some special shampoo? I'd like to try it out, too!"

"Special shampoo?!" Timothy cried out, distressed. He knew it had been a bad idea to accept using that shampoo Susan had given him. His hair now smelled like flowers. "Oh no, Ma'am! This is just some ordinary stuff, you know… the kind of thing one can get in any drugstore."

"Oh, really? It seems like you definitely don't want to share your beauty secrets, huh?" the woman playfully said, giggling. "Now seriously, my dear, I think you should get out of the basketball team. This is the second time in a week that you come here after getting hurt. This sport just isn't for you."

"I can play basketball very well, Ma'am!" Timothy protested. "This is just that... well... I've been feeling a little weak and tired in the last few days for some reason... Maybe I caught a cold or something…" the boy knew very well the real reason for his weakness, but there was no way he was going to tell Nurse Grant about his diet. "I guess that's why I've been getting hurt. No big deal, though. I’ll be fine soon."

"No big deal, you say? I need to investigate this, my dear. A boy your age isn't supposed to be feeling weak and tired all the time."

She then checked Timothy's pupils, ears and throat; measured his blood pressure; and got her stethoscope to verify his heart rate. However, as soon as the instrument made contact with Timothy's chest, the boy let out a squeal of pain. 

"What's wrong, sweetie. I barely touched you." 

"My, chest, Nurse Grant... This has been a little sore recently, too." 

It had started two days before. Timothy was taking a shower in the morning when he felt a slight discomfort as he tried to lather his chest. Looking down his body, he also noticed that his nipples were a little swollen. It was weird, but the boy didn't pay much attention to it at the time. The next day, though, the discomfort was much worse, and not only his nipples but also the area around them were swollen. 

He wondered what might be causing it. The conclusion – at least for him – was obvious. The only plausible explanation was that it was happening because of the bra and inserts he was wearing all the time while at home. This had to be some kind of allergic reaction to the inserts' material. 

Timothy considered telling his stepmother he would stop wearing those crap things, but on second thought he realized this wasn't a good idea. If his father saw him without his "little boobs", the man would have an advantage over him. The boy then decided to hang in there for a while to see if that allergic reaction would go away. 

"Your chest is sore..." Nurse Grant remarked, scratching her chin. "It seems like you have a new symptom to report every minute, don’t you? Take your shirt off, please."

"This is not necessary, Ma'am!" 

"Who's the nurse here, my dear? If I'm telling you to take your shirt off, it's because this is actually necessary."

Timothy reluctantly obeyed her as Nurse Grant put on a pair of surgical gloves. "Yes, this is swollen. Does it hurt if I touch here?" 

"Ouch!" 

"I see it does... What about now?" she asked, touching one of Timothy's nipples as gently as possible. Timothy felt something again, but this time the feeling was quite different from pain... Before he could fully understand what was happening, he let out a high-pitched moan as an intense shock of pleasure hit him. It lasted no more than a second, but was enough to make him completely dazed. 

"Interesting..." Nurse Grant said, with a strange expression on her face. Was she smiling? Timothy wasn't sure. "I don't think you need to worry about it, my dear. I'm just going to give you an anti-allergy cream, and I want you to rub it on your chest three times a day, okay?"

"No problem, Ma'am." 

"Now, about your weakness, I couldn't spot any obvious reason for that. You actually seem perfectly healthy, so we're just going to try a compound of vitamins. If you don't feel better in a week or so, it will be time to seek a doctor. I know some great professionals in this area, and I can refer you to one of them, if necessary. Lower your shorts and bend over, please."

"What? Why?"

"Your vitamin, silly. This is an intramuscular injection in the buttocks. You're not too afraid of needles, are you?"

"Umm... no!" Timothy lied again. After crying like a baby in Nurse Grant's arms, he thought he now needed to show some bravery at least once or his ego would be even more hurt. Plus, a vitamin shot wouldn’t do him any harm, right?

He then lowered his shorts and bend over as the woman approached him from behind, holding a syringe. The shot burned like hell, and the young man just couldn't hold back another squeal of pain. 

"There, there, it's all over now" Nurse Grant said, patting his aching butt. "Trust me, you'll thank me for this in the future, darling. You have no idea how much..."