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A/N In real life, I' ve been to NY. I got to experience it for a full week. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life!
Btw, all mistakes are my own as I have decided not to have a beta for this fandom any longer.
BIG TY! And SHOUT OUT to my best friend and *helper*, ie postings, images, moral booster, and amazing writer in her own right as Jameschick, Cassy!
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CHAPTER 3
Present tense, same night, still at Chelsea General Hospital
Blackie was breathing a bit easier now that he knew that young Justin Taylor was out of immediate danger.
They had arrived earlier this evening by ambulance around 7pm. And, after Corby, Justin's new Lawyer thanks to Blackie, had informed the entire Hospital staff that nothing else in the way of any form of negligence had better happen to his client, "not so much as even a hangnail, or the Hospital would have a new name, Taylor General," things had gotten much easier.
It was now three hours later and Needle Nose had been relieved of her shift to both hers and Blackies' relief, and now, the new blonde bombshell nurse he mentally called Big Tits was driving him batty with her stupid flirting.
The crazy bitch was like a nightmare science experiment cross between that slutty joke of an entertainer Brittney Spears and that toothy teen nit-twit, Hillary Duff.
One she sounded like with her stupid over the top hillbilly accent, and the other she acted like with her air headed bubble blonde attitude.
Both whom he detested with a flaming passion.
Now Faith Hill, that was a beautiful talented woman.
Finally, after Big Tit's 12th attempt to lure him into a conversation, he had smiled at her and slowly sauntered up to her desk.
He had almost laughed out loud as she quickly popped a tic-tac into her wide red clown mouth and snapping open her compact, began peering intently into the small mirror as if it held all of the beauty secrets in the world as she held up her face- puff thingy clutched between her obvious blood red Lee Press On Nails and patted at her nose, and then popped open her lipstick tube and saturated her mouth with more Cover Girl slut red lipstick.
Snapping it shut, she then smoothed her claw like nails over her straw-like bleached blonde head.
Smacking her lips like a dying fish, she then batted her long fake lashes at him as she coyly purred, "So handsome, you finally gonna give me the time of day now? I'm Lo..."
Leaning over into her personal space he stared into her piggy blue eyes for a moment, biting his bottom lip, a movement that made his deep dimples on each side of his handsome face peek out as he replied softly,
"Darlin' as flattering as your attentions are, I'm just not interested. I'm gay. So, ya see, unless you got a big fat throbbing 9 inches or more cock hiding underneath that short tight white dress precious, we have nothing either of us wants and I'm no fisherman. Got it?"
At her bright red face and shocked nod, he smirked, "Good. Now, I need the latest skinny on a patient here, a Mr. Justin Craig Taylor please."
Suddenly, Big Tits was all professional, her blue eyes now but narrow slits, as she barked,
"Are you a relative?" She then smirked widely as she added primly with obvious relish,
"Because if you are not, it is against our Hospital's policy to inform anyone but the immediate family of the status of ANY of our patients here at Chelesa General." She finished smugly, arching a thin bleached brow and daring him to say a word to refute her authority.
After the fucked up day that he'd already been having, Blackie just did NOT need this shit!
He was just about to give Ole Big Tits a piece of his mind when a co-worker who had been there when the whole Needle Nose crap thing had happened earlier, spotted them, well, mostly him and his growing animosity, and she quickly filled Big Tits in on a few things.
As the plain looking woman cupped her hand and leaned over and whispered something into Big Tit's ear, Big Tits blanched, and just as quickly got on the phone.
In less than 2 minutes she had a full report on young Mr. Taylor's condition.
"He's just come out of surgery, and is being held for observation in recovery. The Doctor will be down shortly to discuss the patient with you, kindly have a seat sir."
Stated Big Tits who was suddenly all business.
'Oh gee boys and girls, I wonder why?' He snarked in his head in his best Pee Wee Herman voice as he made his way back to the ass and back torture devices aka the butt ugly salmon colored plastic Hospital chairs.
Knowing that Justin would be awake soon, Blackie just didn't want to face those pretty blue eyes until he had spoken to that Brian Kinney fellow that he'd promised Justin he'd call.
With another big yawn, he pulled out Justin's cell and hit button number one.
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Mikey turned the key and let himself in.
His envious shit-brown eyes drank in every expensive thing that was held in his best friends apartment.
From the fancy white leather Italian furniture to the extravagant and amazing wardrobe, His Best Friend the beautiful, sexy, and very successful Brian Kinney was a man to be admired.
And, Mikey would do anything for him. He already had, but Brian would never find out, NOT if he could help it.
Mikey Novotny had known Brian Kinney since he was 14 and Mikey was 15.
Although Brian had had a tough home life, in his opinion, Mikey and his family had more than made up for it.
As Mikey shut the heavy loft door with a bang, he heard the shrill ringing of Brian's phone.
Thinking it might be Brian, he quickly ran to answer it. But, before he could reach it, the answering machine had taken the call.
Curious as to who it might be, Mikey listened as the sounds of Brian's sultry voice fill the loft.
"Hey, lucky you, you've reached me, you know what to do, later."
"Hello, is this Brian Kinney?" Asked a very pretty and sexy male voice.
Mikey instantly got jealous as he grabbed up the phone and snarked, "Yeah, what of it, asshole? Who the hell are you anyway?"
"Are YOU Brian Kinney? Because you don't sound anything like your answering machine." The puzzled pretty voice inquired.
"Uh," Mikey thought quickly as he lied, "Well, it IS me, I've just have a bit of a head cold lately." And he coughed lightly once, and then twice to prove his point.
"So, who are you and what do you want with Brian, ahm, I mean me? WHAT in the hell do you want anyway, huh punk?"
Mr. pretty voice gasped and then darkly snarked right back just as heatedly, "Listen you arrogant son of a bitch, I have no clue as to what he possibly sees in you, but he was crying and begging..."
"Who and what in the fuck are you babbling about?" Growled Mikey feeling his hackles rise as he had a sick feeling about who Mr. Pretty Voice was referring to.
As the mans' next words confirmed it, Mikey feels his guts clench. 'Damn, I thought the little fuck was gone out of our lives for good! Well I'm gonna make sure THIS time he IS! FUCK!
And after all of the trouble I went to to have Brian robbed too, dammit ALL to hell and back! '
Mr. pretty voice growls, "Listen up Kinney, I'm the person who found a kid named Justin Craig Taylor. His Emergency contact name and number is listed as yours, A Mr. Brian A. Kinney. Now, from the way he was taking about you, you're obviously more than just friends
Mr. Kinney, and, by the way, you sound a bit old, just how old are you any way, and what in the FUCK are YOU doing with a 17 year old child?"
Mikey saw red!
How dare this, this uppity punk say he and Brian were too old! Fuck that, and fuck him!
"Oh yeah? Mikey spat,
"Well fuck you ASSHOLE! I'm Brian fuckin' Kinney, and I can get any twink or piece of ass I desire! Hell even if YOU met me you'd want me to fuck you, I'm that good too!
Do you EVEN know who you're fuckin' with punk? I'm the fuckin' Stud King of Liberty Avenue! Men of all ages fall to their knees in my very presence just to be granted the privilege of sucking my 9 inch long and 2 inch thick schlong! Justin Taylor means jack shit to me! Why, even my VERY BEST and wonderfulest loyal FRIEND Michael Novotny tried to warn that little twat Justin that I was NOT boyfriend material. And, so, after I popped his 17 year old cherry, the twit thought he was in love with me! That sorry little fucker followed me around like a lost puppy for days, weeks, months even! I was never SO happy when I had heard he'd runaway to the Big Apple! His family don't want him, I sure as FUCK don't want him, even Daphne his dorky black friend couldn't help him. The way I see it is this. He's a piece of blond boy big fat ass loser! Let him sell THAT to get by, instead of the shitty excuses he calls art. I'm fuckin' sick of his whining, he's YOUR problem now bud, enjoy his lard butt aalll ya want! Now, quit fuckin' wasting my time, I'm due to meet my public for my nightly dick sucking and fucking at Babylon and I need to go."
If possible, Mr. Pretty Voice was even more angry as he thundered and spat, "NO, YOU listen pal, YOU, you SLEEZE! You, YOU fuckin' pervert! I am NOT interested in YOUR sick stupid fantasies or the size of your stupid dong! By the way, mine is 10 inches LONG and 3 inches THICK! So, HA! Got ya beat ASSHOLE! Nor would I sully my lips on anything you have swinging or probably shrivelled up between YOUR DISGUSTING LOSER legs!
That sweet little kid, this Justin Taylor, he got fucked up pretty bad by some street punk tonight, and he just got out of surgery, and in a little while he'll wake up and flash those beautiful baby blues at me, and sing your fuckin' praises to high heaven and above again to me, acting like you invented sliced bread and walk on fuckin' water for shit's sake! And when he asks me if I spoke to you, what in the hell am I supposed to do Mr. Kinney, because it's obvious to me, that where YOU are concerned, little Justin is wearing rose dipped glasses! You are one humongous class AAA ASSHOLE!" Screamed Mr. Pretty Voice.
'HOW DARE HE TALK TO BRIAN THIS WAY!' Thought Mikey as he fumed.
"And another thing you sick, sorry fuck of an excuse for a human being," Mr. Pretty Voice said heatedly, "If you are the only emergency contact that this poor boy has, then Mr. teeny bopper Cherry-Popper Kinney," Mr. Pretty voice roared, I FUCKIN' PITYTHAT KID!"
"Oh yeah?" Mickey roared right back, snarling, showing his sharp little pit-bull teeth.
"Well, well, FUCK YOU TOO! And, don't you DARE EVER never ever NEVER call me back ever again!
As far as I'm concerned ASSHOLE, I don't care if that stupid shit head twink lives or dies! I'm through with him and his lying big mouthed, fat assed free-loading ways! I hope you have a lot of money honey, cause you're gonna need it! That little blond fuck eats like an army, drinks like a fuckin' fish and he'll FUCK anything! I hope YOU have tons of rubbers, and ya got good health insurance, cause I ain't paying for shit!'" Mikey screamed slamming down the phone.
At that moment, the loft door slid open and Brian who had heard the tail end of his best friend screaming all the way from the bottom of the lift snarked, "Honey, I'm home!"
Mikey yelled "BRIAN!" and ran lovingly to him.
Jumping up high into his arms, wrapping his short stubby arms and his scrawny legs tightly around Brian's lower body, he caused their cocks to become a bit too close for Brian's comfort.
Un leaching his suddenly saran wrap-like friend, he smirked as Mikey fell down and landed hard on his big butt.
Unapologetically, Brian's smirk widened as he said, "I'm gonna go take a shower now Mikey, then we're going to Babylon."
Standing now as he's rubbing his sore ass Mikey's grin is full of worship, "Um, sure Brian, that sounds swell."
A tiny frown creased his ape like features as he asked, "Hey, Brian, ah, didja happen ta find Justin then?"
Brian turned around in mid undress and quietly said, "Yes and no Mikey. Yes, I found him, and no, I don't want to talk about it, that subject is strictly off limits."
Mikey just shrugged and smiled the sickly sweet smile of the devoted, brainless, clueless and pathetic, obsessed loon, like the loser he was.
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Blackie was seething. His mind was asking questions faster than his thoughts could be processed.
And, when Dr. Kief had spoke, Blackie swung his dark-jade eyed glare up at the man in full bitchy Queen mode, and the poor Dr. actually jumped back a few steps stuttering slightly as he said,
"We, w we, ah were able to save the arm, er his arm, and." Blackie arched a jet brow as he waved his hands impatiently, urging the man to get on with it, to just spit it out.
"We feel with the proper therapy, he'll soon have a full recovery, with no complications to the limb expected at this time. We again deeply regret the level of miscommunication between our staff and yourself concerning Mr. Taylors', um, unfortunate allergic reactions to our normal procedures concerning patients in his er, condition."
Blackie had heard enough.
Giving the man his most menacing glare he spat, "Yes, well, thank god for that. And I shall personally see to it that you and your incompetent excuse for a staff are investigated and that the proper punishments allowed by law are dealt out. Like Mr. Taylor's lawyer said, “by the time we're done with this Hospital, it will be renamed 'Taylor General,' even if I have to spend every cent I have, you arrogant, son of a bitch! Now, take me to see the boy, right this minute."
The Doctor turned several shades of grey as he digested the beautiful man's venom laced words.
Motioning for the tall man to follow him, he quietly led the way.
There was no reason to argue with him as he was correct in all issues. The Hospital HAD, due to an employee's own personal homophobic prejudice, endangered another's life.
An underage boy.
Wordlessly he motioned to the door with the number 208 on it as he quietly said, "He's inside here, and he's been asking for someone named Brian. I assume you are he?"
Blackie grit his back teeth so hard at the Doctors innocent inquiring words, he just knew his Dentist was gonna give him hell for it.
The man had been relentless in showing Blackie different ways in which to vent his anger, instead of taking it out on his poor tooth line.
Taking a deep breath, and counting backwards from 10, he smiled a tight lipped smile as he replied, "No, I'm Blackie, er, Brendan Storm, um, Blackie is my nickname. I'm the one that brought Justin Taylor in here, and until he can be, I'm responsible for him as well as his bill. Oh, wait, that's right, the Hospital had graciously offered to pick up Mr. Taylor's tab if I'm not mistaken."
Giving the good red faced Doctor a smirk, he opened the door and went inside, not knowing how, what, or who, as he faced the small blond boy who in an instant had stole his dark heart, and had filled it with hope.
Hope that someday, he'd have someone love him as unconditionally, even as blindly as Justin Taylor, god help the poor boy, obviously loved that lucky bastard, Brian A. Kinney.
He held his breath as those incredible ocean blue eyes opened up with hope shining through them.