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Subject: Immigrant Chapter 6 This story is a sequel to the story, “Marooned” which is already on Nifty, and it is a work of fiction, and all the characters in it are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is incidental and unintended. The story involves the relationship between an adult and a minor and may involve scenes of a sexual nature. There is no outright sex and any sexual activity is of a gentle and loving nature (if you’re looking for pornography – look elsewhere) but none-the-less it may offend some people and, if you are one of those people, or if it is not legal for you to read such things, please read no further. To those who are still here please enjoy. If you wish to provide feedback I can be contacted at lfa4321jonah@outlook and please bear in mind that you don’t pay to read these stories, but it does cost Nifty money to provide them. Please consider donating to Nifty at fty/donate.html Immigrant By Jonah Chapter 6 “Rob, wake up!” It was Peter. “What’s the matter champ?” That was Jonah. “Something’s the matter with Ben, but I don’t know what to do.” I was sat up by then. “What time is it?” “I don’t know. Midnight probably.” “OK Peter, You come with me.” “Do you want me to come?” “No thanks Jonah. You stay with Luke. Try to go back to sleep”. Peter and I went through to the boy’s room. Simon was sat up in bed whilst, at the other end of his bed, Ben thrashed about screaming various assorted vowel sounds. Mostly Os. I sat on the edge of his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Simon,” I said. “can you get hold of his feet and rub them? That’ll soothe him a bit.” Simon said nothing but appeared to be doing it. I lay next to the boy and hugged him gently. There was nothing I could say that he would hear. “Can you switch the light on Peter?” I said, leaning over so that the light couldn’t shine full on Ben’s face. Peter did so. “No, no, please dont……!” came a sudden thought. “It’s alright, you’re with friends now,” I said. No! No! NOOOOoooo!” “It’s alright Ben. It’s all over now.” “Soiled goods.” “It’s only a dream.” “Still soiled goods.” “In whose opinion?” “Mine.” “Well you’re outnumbered. The rest of us love you.” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake everybody up.” “Exactly. You didn’t mean it. Are you ready to go back to sleep now?” “I’ll try.” “OK! Goodnight!” “It’s alright Peter,” I said. “I’ll put the light out. Simon, if you don’t mind rubbing his feet a bit, it might help him” “I don’t mind doing that,” grinned Simon. Hmmm! “OK boys. Goodnight!” I said, switching off the light. I crept back to bed. “Trouble?” said Jonah. “Nightmare,” I replied. “I think Simon’s got it under control now.” I turned my back to Luke,who had slept through it all, and closed my eyes. It was daylight when I opened them again. Luke had gone and the sound of water splashing in the next room was having its effect on me. I crept from the bed and padded to the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn so I simply peed. “Won’t be long,” called Luke. “That’s alright,” I said. “I’ll come back in a minute.” I returned to the bedroom to collect a couple of towels, and soon I heard Luke turn off the water. I returned to the bathroom to find a naked Luke towelling himself down. “All yours!” he said. “Thanks mate!” I replied, stepping into the shower. It didn’t take long to get showered annd dressed and, as I passed the boys’ room, a thought occurred. I glanced in and saw Peter’s feet sticking out from under his duvet. He had obviously stuck his head under the duvet to avoid being roused. It occurred to me that I could simply tickle those cute feet but I decided against that. Instead I pulled the pillow from under his head. Immediately the head in question appeared with an arm raised defensively in front of it to ward off a well aimed pillow. I had no intention of hitting him with it, but had guessed that either Jonah or Simon had done so in the past. Instead I sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t want to go to school huh?” Realising that a blow from the pillow wasn’t imminent, he groaned and rolled over on his side. “Don’t want breakfast either?” “Time is it?” came a muttered response. “Time you were showered and getting down to breakfast, or you’ll be going to school without any.” “Doan’ want shower. Doan’ wan’ school” came a sleepy murmur. I bent down close to his head and said, in only a little more than a whisper, “You forgot to mention the breakfast that you obviously don’t want. In a few minutes either Jonah or Simon will come in and they’ll either hit you with this pillow, which you obviously noticed that I didn’t do, or they’ll tickle you mercilessly – another temptation that I resisted. It’d be much more comfortable to go and shower of your own volition and dress and go down to breakfast”. His eyes were open now and he was looking at me curiously. A reasoned approach, rather than playful violence, was obviously new to him. After a few moments thought he sat up and nodded his head. I turned and left him to it. Simon had obviously cooked breakfast as usual and a very good breakfast it was, consiting, as it did, of scrambled eggs with cheese, served up on toast. He’d found some pink grapefruit as well which was delicious. Jonah made tea and then said, “Simon, go get your brother up.” “He’s getting dressed,” escort said Luke, who was returning from the bathroom. Jonah looked incredulous. “Well he’d better have had a shower,” he said. “He was coming out of the shower when I went in to pee,” replied Luke. “Morning!” said Peter. Jonah still looked incredulous but then looked at me. “How much TNT did you use?” he said. “Didn’t use any. He doesn’t need it, ” I replied with a covert wink at Peter. Peter grinned and helped himself to grapefruit. “Well you’re honoured anyway,” said Jonah. “Simon says he won’t catch the bus to school this morning. He’s going to walk to Pinner so that he can show you where Doctor Manley’s surgery is. It’s on his way to school. He’ll just need to leave a bit earlier.” “Well, I’ll only need to put my shoes and jacket on and pick my bag up, then we’ll be ready.” I told him. I glanced across at Ben. “Did you sleep all right eventually”, I asked him. He nodded his head and said “E”. I’d never heard him use the short E sound before but he was getting good at this. I smiled and said “Good” earning a smile in return. I rose to go get ready and Ben rose too. “It’s all right Ben. You stay here. Monica’s coming for you,” I told him. He shook his head and said “Oh”. I tried again but he held both hands out, pointed his forefingers at each other and moved them together. Simon was the first to get it. “Good idea Ben,” he said, ” but it’ll mean a longer walk for you.” Ben smiled and went to fetch his coat. I was impressed that Ben was making a determined effort to use sound and signs rather than telepathy. That, presumably, was because he had realised that he would never be able to use telepathy to communicate with Simon. “Can still do it,” said a thought. “I know,” I thought. “You’re a clever boy.” Well Ben, Simon and I set out to walk to Pinner. At one stage I noticed that the two boys were holding hands. Don’t read too much into that. Simon still remembered the nightmare from last night. He was trying to be reassuring. We chatted all the way. which, given that Ben was deaf and dumb and Simon was not a telepath, was a neat trick. Don’t ask me how it was done. We just did it. I don’t think any of us thought about it. Actually, Ben only chatted half of the way. Near Yeading Brook we met Monica coming the other way, so he had to about-turn and walk with her. The surgery had given itself the imposing title “Lulworth Drive Medical Centre” but was actually two semi-detached houses which had been knocked through into one. the lower floor rooms had obviously been gutted and rearranged to suit the needs of the practice. I said goodbye to Simon and let myself in at the front entrance. I was in a waiting room with two patients and a motherly looking woman behind a counter. She rose and greeted me. “You must be Dr. Rankine,” she told me. “Yes, I suppose I must be,” I replied. “I’m Mrs Woods,” she said, ” but medical staff who don’t get too cheeky can call me Glenys”. “I’ll try not to get too cheeky Glenys.” “Hmm! No fun at all, ” she commented, “Dr. Manley is through this way.” I followed her along the corridor to a consulting room where Phil was with a man in his forties. “Ah, Good morning Rob, and welcome. Nigel here was just saying he’d like a second opinion.” “That’s easy. Don’t listen to anything this man tells you,” I told the patient. “Are you sure about that?” the man asked with an amused grin. “Well no, obviously I’m not,” I replied, “but he did say you wanted a second opinion – not the same opinion from a different doctor”. “You’re going to have to watch this one Phil,” said the patient. “He’s tricky.” “Paracetamol, Deep Heat, and don’t go lifting heavy things for a week or two,” replied my new colleague. “Will I still be able to play the piano Doctor?” asked the patient in melodramatic tones. “Out!” said Phil laughing. “Get out and never darken these portals again.” “Alright! alright, I’m going, ” responded the man, “good to meet you Doctor,” he said to me on his way out. “Right,” said Phil as soon as he had gone. “I’ve got two patients to see but I’ll show you where everything is. You’ll be in John’s old consulting room which is identical to mine. It’s over here. Most of his kit is still here. Your first patient is booked for quarter to eleven, so you’ve got a bit of time to sort out what you want to keep and what you want to get rid of. Anything you dont want, put it on the trolley over there. I’ll check if there’s anything among it that I can use and the rest can go to the pool. There are places in the world that are desperate for some of these things so it wouldn’t be right for us to be throwing them away. Here’s your car keys. It’s the grey Toyota out front and it’s insured in your name. The thing plugged into the lighter socket is a flashing green beacon which you only want to use if you’re on your way to an emergency call-out. It’s magnetic so it will stick to the roof but try not to let the lead run across the front of you when you’re driving. If the police see you doing that they get upset. It’s got plenty of cable, so drop the cable behind your seat. The computer terminal on your desk is a slave to the one at Glenys’ desk. It’s got all our patients’ records on. Your appointment diary is prepared by Glenys each morning and left on your desk. If there are call-outs or house izmit escort bayan calls – well I’ll look after that for the moment but you’ll probably want to share it eventually. I’ll have to leave you. I’ve got a patient waiting. If you want a cuppa, the kitchen’s the door at the end of the corridor.” He left without a single word from me. I slipped the car keys in my pocket and sat down at the desk. It had been a while since I sat behind one of these. I pulled open the drawer. Pens, three pads of prescription forms, scissors. envelopes, stapler. Below the drawer was a cupboard. It contained a doctor’s bag. I removed it and substituted my own. Right, I thought, time for a cuppa. It was only half past nine, but I thought a cup of tea would help relax me, then I could deal with my first patient without the first night nerves. There was time to fill the car up with petrol, which I did, and then it was back to my desk. My first patient was a lady who had injured her arm. It was a bad scald that had been treated at A&E and she had been told to see her own GP in a week. Well that was me. I removed the dressing and examined the affected area. For a wound that had been treated a week ago it was not doing badly, but it would be as well to keep an eye on it. I checked her records. The doctor at A&E had given her amoxycillin. Not what I would have done, but he probably knew something that I didn’t. I asked if she was still taking the tablets. She was. I told her to finish the course and make an appointment for a weeks time. That done I redressed her arm, updated her records and looked up the second patient who was due almost immediately. Mrs. Joanne Storey was bringing in her son Justin. I looked up the child’s records but could find no trace of them. We had no Justin Storey registered with our practice. Probably the child was from a previous marriage and had a different surname. The only way to find out was to ask the patient. I pressed the button on my desk. Eventually a tall auburn haired lady appeared with a blond-haired teenager in tow. “Mrs. Storey, Justin, come and have a seat.” I greeted them. As soon as they had sat down I opened the batting. “Mrs Storey, I haven’t been able to locate Justin’s records. Does he have the same surname as you?” “Well of course not. He’s fostered.” Her tone of voice had got my back up slightly, so, instead of replying I looked at her in silence. Eventually she became uncomfortable with the silence and volunteered the information that she must have known all along that I needed. “His surname is Dorridge.” I tapped that into the terminal and the elusive records appeared. Not that there was much to see from our point of view. Several visits to A&E, but hardly a single appearance at the surgery since infancy. “What seems to be the problem Justin?” “He’s been having these bad dreams,” said his foster mother, “and he says he’s getting pains and some bleeding – down there.” The boy looked as if he’d have liked to murder her. “You’re fourteen Justin?” I said. He nodded. “And how long since puberty?” Silence. “Justin, would you prefer to have another male doctor here, rather than your Mum?” “Foster mum.” So he could speak. “Whatever.” He nodded again. “I’ll only be a moment,” I told them. I walked back to reception. “Has Phil got anybody with him?” I asked Glenys. “He’s in the kitchen. His next patient is at twelve.” she replied. I strode down the corridor to the kitchen where Phil was just finishing a cup of tea. Quickly I explained the situation. He returned to my room with me. “Joanne, can you give us a few moments?” he said to the woman. “Of course Doctor,” she replied then picked up her handbag and left. Phil and I both sat down. “You’re Jason’s brother,” I told him. He nodded again. “And you can speak now that your new mum isn’t here.” I added, “how long since you were first able to make sperm?” “I been doing that since I was twelve.” “And how long have you been having problems “down there” as your mum puts it?” “Since………” I glanced up at Phil. “Justin,” he said, “we are going to have to ask you to drop your trousers because we’ll have to examine you. I think I can speak for Dr. Rankine too, when I say that we shall be as far from desire as is a plumber opening a manhole.” The boy stood up and let both trousers and underpants fall to his ankles. I put on a pair of latex gloves and checked his penis and testes. Both were angry and swollen. I turned him and checked for anal damage. There was certainly congealed blood present and again signs of rawness. “You can pull your trousers up,” I told him. I sat down again. “How long have you been fostered with Mrs. Storey?” I asked. “Three weeks.” Phil raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but I shook my head. “Well I can give you something for the inflamation, but that isn’t going to cure the problem,” I told him. “Now you can tell either of us how you came to be in that state, because we’re both doctors and aren’t allowed to tell anybody else without your permission. Are you all zipped up and decent again” “Yup!” “Good, then we’ll get Mrs. Storey back in here, unless there’s anything you want to tell us before she comes back.” “Nah, it’s OK” I saw Mrs. Storey leaning against the wall in the corridor so I motioned her to come back. “Can you izmit sınırsız escort sit with Justin for a minute,” I said, ” I just need to have a word with my colleague.” Phil and I went back to his consulting room and he said, “OK Rob, what have you got in mind?” “I’d like to get the police in, but we’re not allowed to do that. Do we have a psychiatrist linked in?” “Yup, I can get him a referral to Brian Chase. He’s done work for us before and he’s good with youngsters. We can also talk to his case officer at social services. They have confidentiality clauses too so we’re covered for that. I’m recommending against that though, because they still might feel they have to get the police in and we need his permission for that.” “OK, then I’ll give him anti-hystamine cream and an appointment for a weeks time. That’ll stop him slipping back under the radar”. “You said you know his brother?” “Yes, but he’s adopted too, so they’re not in touch.” “You don’t think he’s still at risk?” I shook my head. “All that damage is much more than three weeks old,” I said, “and, from his attitude towards his foster mum, I’d say he hasn’t let his foster parents know about it. What we don’t know is whether Social Services know anything that they ought to have told his doctor about, but haven’t. They placed him, so I should think that’s highly likely. I also think it’s probable that his brother’s foster parents know what’s going on, but we’re not allowed to discuss it with them either.” So that was it. Put the cream on and come back next week. I was sure that the boy needed more than that, but what could I do? The rest of the day was spent in dealing with assorted horrible scourges and half past four came round, as did Phil. “Well that’s your lot for today. I must say it’s good to have you on board. I’ve got evening surgery till seven, but you don’t get that till next week. We’ll do week about on that. We’ll exchange mobile numbers but I’d not expect much call-out work for the moment. Alice is in tomorrow so there’ll be more patients in the waiting room. She’ll do bloods, ECGs and dressings for you, but try not to overdo it. She does have her own patients. See you in the morning”. Well it was different driving back to Jonah’s flat. I parked up on the street outside, since there was nowhere else to park. I got to the flat to find homework in full swing. Even Ben seemed to have some of that. Dave had got him practicing his writing. He seemed surprisingly enthusiastic about it. Luke, Sammy and Peter were working together, since all three had the same homework, and Simon. Well he was apparently working upstairs on his, together with Jason. Apparently Susan would be calling for her two boys when she finished work. It occurred to me that it might be a good opportunity to find out if she knew anything of Justin’s history. It also occurred to me that, if I was stupid enough to ask her anything of the sort, I should probably get struck-off. I joined Jonah in the kitchen and volunteered to help with dinner. “Certainly, what do you recommend Doctor?” Jonah replied facetiously. “Well I’ll take a walk down the food mart and see, but in my professional opinion, I’d prescribe pork chop, mash and baked beans.” “Good prescription,” Jonah replied. “Want us to come down with you?” “No, you’d best hold the fort here. I won’t be ten minutes.” I wasn’t ten minutes. In fact I was a quarter of an hour, but my mission was accomplished. Susan and I arrived at the flat at the same time, not by coincidence, but because we had met in the food mart. Between us we cleaned the place out of pork chops. With Sammy and Jason gone, Jonah and I set about the serious business of feeding six hungry people. Food out of the way Jonah arrived at an unusual decision for him. “I think after such a long day we should relax with a movie. Any suggestions?” That was surely a mistake. Didn’t he know that six different people were sure to have six different ideas? Luke walked to the bookcase in the corner and thumbed through the shelf bearing DVDs. He selected one and handed it to Jonah. Simon looked over his shoulder, nodded approvingly and sat down. Peter glanced at the case and smiled. “Good one Luke,” said Jonah. Alright, so I was wrong. Yes modern kids still like Will Hay films and “Oh Mr Porter” was a surefire hit in that household. As the opening credits and the title sequence rolled a vibration set up in my pocket, followed by a distinctive cadence. I took the phone from my pocket and moved to the stairway so that I could hear it. “Rob Rankine.” “Rob it’s Philip Manley. Have you eaten yet? Well it doesn’t matter if you have or haven’t. I know that you’re not supposed to be doing on-call but this is a big one. Get yourself to Headstone Lane railway station pronto. Use the flashing light and I’ll meet you there. I should try to park down Broadfields and run back to the station. We don’t want doctor’s cars obstructing emergency vehicles. I’m bringing in the medipacs from the surgery. There are three in the boot of your car, and we’ll need them.” TO BE CONTINUED. If you’ve enjoyed this story you’d probably enjoy other stories by the same author, also on Adult/Youth. “Marooned”, “Letter form America”, ” Stranger on a train” and “The Boston Tea Party” are all by this author, as is, “The Pen-Pals” (on Young Friends). You would also probably like “A Neglected Boy” by Jacob Lion. Pictures of some of the characters in this story can be found on Jacob’s bly/jonah-stories.html My thanks go to Jonah for his generosity and hard work in making this available.

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