Trish and Shawn are at home after their night at the club where they have bonded some more and have drank quite a bit. The tables are turning when an intoxicated Trish needs Shawn to help her out. An injury brings Shawn's hopes of getting closer to Trish to an end.
was almost three o’clock in the morning when Ceci dropped Shawn and Trish off
at the house. When they left the casino Shawn had sat down in the front seat
and Trish had climbed into the back seat where she had dozed off on the way
the house Ceci parked right by the ramp and got out to get Shawn’s wheelchair
out of her trunk.
turned around to Trish and said softly, “Trish, wake up!”
was startled and moaned, “Oh, I am sorry I fell asleep.”
came around to the passenger side and Shawn opened his door so he could
transfer into his chair. Trish scrambled her things together in the back seat
and got out of the car. She stood by watching Shawn transfer and felt unsteady on
her feet and a little dizzy. Shawn had become skilled with the transfers with
his casted hand over the last couple of days. He was able to use his fingers
just enough to make a decent transfer.
Ceci and Trish watched he mumbled more to himself, “I got an audience.”
remarked quickly, “Sorry Shawn…I know you don’t like that.”
turned to Trish, “Are you all right Trish?”
smiled weakly and answered with a slur, “I think so…thanks so much for bringing
us home. I will get my car tomorrow.”
call one of us and we can take you over there to get your car again.”
had managed the transfer all right but he felt the alcohol in his system and it
made him somewhat shaky. Ceci was still
worried about leaving the two at the house by themselves.
turned to Shawn, “Are you sure you guys will be all right?”
nodded and at the same time Trish repeated, “Thanks again for bringing us home.
It was so fun meeting you and your brothers….”
swayed a little as she let go of the door and Ceci could tell she wasn’t very
sturdy on her feet and then Trish said the same sentence for the third time,
“Thanks so much for bringing us home.”
then fell on to Ceci for a hug and with a worried expression Ceci looked over
Trish’s shoulder at Shawn. When she let go of Trish she turned to Shawn and
remarked lowly, “I am really worried about you guys.”
tried to assure her, “Ceci, we will be fine.”
held herself steady holding on to the car roof, “Bye Ceci, see you soon. Thanks again!”
started her way toward the four steps up to the front door of the rambler and
Ceci caller after her, “It was nice meeting you Trish. Bye!”
turned to Shawn once more, “Call one of us tomorrow to get her car from the
casino and call if anything is up tonight. I am still very worried about you
right now. You know the girl is done for tonight, right?”
nodded, “I know…nothing is going to happen here Ceci. I just wanted to be at
home, that’s all. I will make sure she is O.K. Thanks for bringing us home,
cuz. I owe you one.”
felt the alcohol in his system and his legs twitching slightly. Ceci hugged him
Good Bye, then got into her car, waved at Shawn as he spun himself around and
wheeled up the ramp. Trish was already leaning on the door, waiting for Shawn
to wheel up the ramp. Ceci watched them unlock the door and go in before she
the house Trish kicked off her heels, left them on the floor right by the door,
and sat her purse on the kitchen table. Shawn closed and locked the door behind
himself and took a deep breath.
was exhausted now and watched as Trish plopped on one of the chairs at the
kitchen table, “Wow, those Tequilas are something, aren’t they?”
he wheeled into the kitchen and replied, “Yeah, they’ll do it to you.”
put her feet up on the other chair, “I think you tried to get me drunk Shawn
Callahan, but guess what I am perfectly fine, and I don’t feel a thing.”
as she had finished the sentence her foot slipped off the chair and plopped
onto the floor.
wasn’t all the way sure on how the rest of this night would go.
the club Trish had laughed and joked with him, on a few occasions she had loosely
touched his chair or knee. Now she was there with him and he didn’t really know
how to act. Trish was drunk enough to be laughing and wobbling around and she
should probably be going to bed. He didn’t feel all the way good himself, his
legs were twitching and his balance was slightly off.
will be right back, I have to go to the bathroom.”
nodded with a smile, slouched down on the chair, “O.K.”
face stayed in a smile as he put his hands on his rims and wheeled toward the
bathroom. The carpet bothered him as always. In the bathroom he saw his legs
shaking and felt with his hands how his muscles retracted hard in his thighs.
mumbled to himself, “Not again…Fuck!”
thoroughly washed his hands over the sink before he unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans. He had been drinking a lot and probably would end up peeing some more.
He couldn’t risk peeing himself while being with her. His legs were getting
spastic and he pressed his hand down on his thighs. He was frustrated and
hissed another curse word to himself. He pulled some Latex gloves out and
slipped his hands into them, then taking a sterile package with a catheter in
it and with shaky fingers inserted it into his urethra. Momentarily the yellow
liquid ran through the tubing into the toilet as Shawn held the catheter with
one hand and held on to the grab bar with the other.
he was done he looked into the mirror and realized how he looked tired and
exhausted. He threw the gloves away and managed to pull his boxers and jeans up
again, then took off the button up shirt he had worn loosely over his white
T-Shirt and laid it over the chair in the bathroom. His hands were shaking and
he didn’t know why he was having problems. Eventually he decided to wheel back
out to Trish. It seemed more difficult now to wheel over the carpet, he didn’t
have a good grip on his rims.
still sat on the chair at the table but to his surprise she had her arms on the
table, her head resting on her arms and her eyes closed.
wheeled up to her and touched her arm, “Trish, hey, are you all right?”
shifted with a sigh and opened her eyes, “I am so sorry Shawn…”
should probably lie down.”
am not tired.”
smiled, “I think you are very tired. I am tired too. We should both go to
Trish sighed and mumbled, “I am getting a headache…are you not going to
take advantage of me Shawn?”
are you talking about Trish?”
got me drunk and usually guys get girls drunk to take advantage of them.”
smiled, “I am not that kind of guy….anymore!”
that moment he felt a spasm in his leg and grabbed it with his hands, pressing
his lips together as the spasm shot through his leg all the way up into his
realized and sat up quickly and alert, “Shawn, oh Gosh, what is it?”
idea of getting somehow closer to Trish was fading with every spasm in his leg
and every yawn of Trish.
stuttered with a slur, “I don’t…don’t want you to have spasms. I need to help…you
get in bed.”
replied, “I can get myself into bed. I really think I need to make sure you get
into your bed.”
sighed, and yawned again, “O.K. I am sorry Shawn, I shouldn’t have drank that
much. It was irresponsible of me. Jesse would be so angry if he would know…I am
an irresponsible personal assistant.”
could tell she was trying very hard to not sound too drunk and he worried Trish
would turn into a depressed drunk girl and he assured her, “No, you are not…I
am an irresponsible para then…but we had good time, didn’t we?”
managed a weak smile, leaned over a little, her blue eyes were blood shot and
shiny, her mascara was smeared a little, “We did…we did have a good time.”
smiled at Shawn oddly. Just as she leaned over some more and somewhat wobbly,
she suddenly slipped off the chair, trying to get a grip on Shawn and his
chair, at the same time letting out a low cry as if she was hurt.
“I’m so sorry Shawn…”
tried to catch her but had to hold on himself to not fall out of his chair. Even
though he felt somewhat buzzed he knew he could not afford to fall out of his
chair, not with Trish being drunk. She wouldn’t be able to help him.
looked down to her, “Trish, are you all right? Give me your hand or pull
yourself up on my chair.”
the fall Trish had scrambled over Shawn’s legs and feet and they had slipped
off the foot rest, she had hit her head on the table leg. Shawn didn’t show it
but he was worried now about getting Trish up and into her bed. Back in the
days he would have thrown a drunk girl over his shoulder and put her preferably
in a spot where he could lay with her. Now he felt helpless, especially since
he felt somewhat vulnerable himself at the moment.
put on the break of his chair, keeping from rolling backward as Trish sat up
holding his wheel, “I am so sorry Shawn.”
worry about it…we just need to get you in bed…come up here!”
when she tried to crawl up she slipped with her hand and let out a louder
asked quickly, “What is it?”
brought her hand up and he saw blood on it running down her wrist. Apparently she
had cut herself on the spoke of his wheel. The blood was oozing from between
her middle and pointing finger.
really was nervous now with Trish whining, “It hurts…”
are you doing Trish? Come up here please.”
grabbed her with his good hand and tried to help pull her up with all his
strength, “Come on….”
hand was bleeding badly now and the blood dripped on his jeans and some spots
on his white T-Shirt.
was definitely worried now, “Trish, sit on the chair again…I have to get
something for your hand; it’s bleeding too much.”
eventually managed to sit back on the chair and held her bleeding hand over the
table wailing lowly, “Oh my goodness, what did I do? I am so stupid.”
took his break off and wheeled quickly to the stove where he pulled a dish
towel from the bar on the stove and wheeled back to Trish, “Here, let me wrap
this around your hand until I can bandage it.”
wheeled right up to her, his knees touching hers and while he was busy wrapping
the towel around her hand, she looked at him dreamily. He felt her eyes on him
and glanced up quickly meeting her gaze. Trish’s eyes looked droopy and tired
and while Shawn finished wrapping the towel around her hand she said with a slur,
“Shawn, you are the hottest guy I have ever met.”
was caught off guard but smiled at her, “Really?”
nodded and then said, “My hand really hurts.”
was focused again, “The cut is pretty bad…I need to clean your hand and bandage
it…we really need to get you to your bed.”
stopped, dealing with spasms in his legs and breathing quickly waiting for them
to subside. Just as Trish was going to lay her head back on the table, Shawn
stopped her, “Trish, come on, let’s go to your bedroom, don’t put your head
back down, don’t pass out on me now.”
sounded worried and Trish focused for a moment, “I should have not drank so
much. I am so sorry!”
you get up without falling?”
backed away from her waiting for her to get up and keeping a close eye on her.
slowly sat up and tried to stand but quickly plopped down again, “Gosh, I’m
Shawn thought for a moment, then said softly, “Trish, please stay with
me, O.K. Don’t pass out on me.”
I already tell you that you are the hottest guy I’ve ever met?” She burped
after she had said it.
couldn’t help a smile, “You did.”
he touched her arm, “Trish, listen to me!”
laughed lowly, “Yes sir!”
to get over here on my lap and I can wheel you to your bedroom.”
sat up quickly, “Oh yeah, that sounds fun….”
dishtowel on her hand almost unraveled and blood was soaking through.
looked at the situation still worried, “Come on.”
pulled her over and eventually she sat on his lap, legs dangling over the sides
as he ordered her, “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.”
did as told and he felt his heart beat faster, especially when she laid her
head down on his shoulder. It took him quite some strength to wheel himself
with Trish on his lap adding more weight, her legs somewhat in the way for his
grip on the rims. The carpet was even more difficult to maneuver now and he was
breathing in gasps but trying to get Trish into her bed and worrying about her
gave him a boost of energy. A strong feeling of protecting her overcame him,
letting him forget the spasms in his legs, the rigid cast on his left hand and
seemingly giving him an adrenalin rush to make it to her bedroom.
he wheeled right up to the bed and when Trish didn’t move he said softly
leaning toward her ear, “Trish, let’s get you into your bed.”
didn’t budge and for a moment he stopped and he realized he could smell her
perfume next to his face, her hair was falling over her face which was buried between
his neck and shoulder. He turned his face toward her, smelling her hair, her
perfume, feeling her weight on his body, her hands around his neck, her naked
legs over his lap and the side of his wheelchair and he moved his casted hand
up hesitantly, then gave in to the urge of wanting to touch her skin. He let
his fingertips glide over her naked legs and buried his face in her hair as he inhaled
her scent. She felt so good on him.
Before his accident he would have possibly
taken advantage of her being drunk but now he felt only a great desire to have
Trish near him, feeling her body close to his, touching her and holding her,
being held by her. Trish didn’t move, she was breathing softly and Shawn felt
so much for her and he wished so much he would be able to be more than a friend
really should have woke her up but he didn’t want the moment to end. He closed
his eyes, enjoying the moment of Trish being so close to him. When he opened
his eyes he glanced at her hand which was still somewhat wrapped up with the
towel but blood was oozing through and he nudged her softly, “Trish, are you
shifted and Shawn pulled his face away from her hair, “Wake up, you need to lay
down in your bed.”
looked up and her face was right in front of his and she said lowly, “Shawn, my
hand hurts a lot.”
focused, “Yes, I want to look at it…lay down in your bed.”
let go off his neck and scrambled off of Shawn’s lap and plopped into her bed,
“Shawn, I am scared.”
was surprised at her comment, “Why are you scared?”
voice was still slurry, “My hand is bleeding so much, and I’m drunk and you….”
stopped talking and Shawn asked, “What about me?”
turned to look at him with glossy eyes, “…you are paraplegic.”
didn’t make sense and Shawn assured her, “Don’t worry, I will be all right…I
want to have a look at your hand. Just lay there and I will get some stuff.”
still had her eyes on him and stretched her hand out toward him, “Shawn?”
reached his good hand out to her and she grabbed it, “Don’t leave me!”
won’t but I’ll just have to get some first aid stuff…I’ll be right back.”
didn’t loosen her grip on his hand and he looked up with a smile, “Trish, I’ll
be right back.”
pulled his hand away and quickly wheeled himself to the kitchen where he pulled
out a First Aid kit from one of the drawers. With the kit on his lap he wheeled
back to her bedroom. He wheeled up to the bed and found the dishtowel unraveled
next to her hand and the hand still bleeding heavily. Her hand was hanging over
the edge of the bed. He got busy opening the kit but then decided to just wrap
the towel around her hand again and applying pressure. He had to stop the
were still shooting through his legs and he felt them reach up into his belly,
contracting his stomach muscles hard. While holding the towel tightly on
Trish’s hand, he tried to relax through the spasms, trying to breathe steady.
had her eyes closed and he watched her, saying softly, “Trish, are you still
moved her head but didn’t open her eyes, “Yes, but I feel really weird Shawn…my
hand hurts so much…I can feel my heart beat in my hand.”
pressed the towel on a bit harder, “I know, it’s bleeding a lot.”
he felt anxious and he worried about her and felt helpless somewhat. He
considered calling Ceci or his Uncle again but at the same time he wanted to
prove to himself that he was capable of helping her. It was difficult with the
spasms taking lots of strength from him, making things hard for him and
draining his energy and battling an oncoming anxiety attack triggered by worries,
spasms and alcohol in his blood.
sat next to her bed and was holding the towel on her hand for almost half an
hour watching Trish sleep, keeping an eye on her and her hand. Eventually the
bleeding had slowed down and he took the towel off and pulled supplies from the
first aid kit to bandage her hand. Despite his own exhaustion and intoxication
he felt a surge go through him to take care of Trish and eventually looked at a
very clean and professional dressing on her hand.
closed the kit and set it on the night stand. He was overcome by sheer
exhaustion but he knew he couldn’t just leave Trish like that.
barely managed to get to his bathroom to take his jeans and boxers off, drain
his bladder again and then into his bedroom to get into some incontinence
briefs and sweat pants.
way back to Trish’s bedroom he filled a tumbler with water and then wheeled
back to her room. He debated if he should lay down next to her because he
didn’t want to risk falling asleep in his chair and possibly falling out of it.
He knew the spasms wouldn’t let him rest but the needed to lay down. He checked
Trish’s bandaged hand once more and then wheeled himself around to the other
side of the bed.
clock showed after four in the morning now. With his last bit of strength he
transferred himself onto her bed and somewhat arranged his legs. He had his
cell phone and the water next to him on the night stand.
his back he laid in the darkness guarding Trish, listening to her breathing,
fighting the spasms in his legs without medication since he had drank too much,
and feeling very tired and utterly exhausted but not being able to sleep. He
kept listening to Trish breathing to make sure she was all right. His eyes fell
shut a few times just to be awakened minutes later again by spasms shooting all
through his legs into his belly and he hated the paraplegia so much.
about how strange it was that he was laying there in bed next to this beautiful
girl and that nothing had happened between them and how he had never
experienced a situation like that. Back in his healthy days he would have slept
with the girl and they would be laying in an embrace, possibly naked and
smelling like sex. Shawn didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night while Trish
laid passed out next to him.
fantasized about himself and her the whole time and he wanted so much to be
with her. Around nine o’clock in the morning he decided to just get up because
he wasn’t getting any sleep. He pulled himself up and transferred into his
wheelchair. Trish moaned and shifted her position. Her skirt had rolled up her
legs and Shawn caught glances of her panties. He watched her for a moment and
then wheeled out of the room.
decided to get into his bathroom and take care of all his things, trying to get
a bowel movement, cath again and take a shower. Despite his fatigue he was able
to get it all done but he wasn’t moving very fast and had to take several
breaks in between. It took him almost an hour in the bathroom. The spams had
stopped, he was able to get a bowel movement; he managed his catherization without
too much difficulties and eventually sat in his chair, fresh and clean as he
looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was still damp and he remembered how
Trish had told him twice during the night that he was “the hottest guy she ever
wondered if she had only said these things under the influence of the alcohol
or if she had really meant it. He didn’t look bad but he never had felt he was
overly attractive and since the accident he had lost most of his self-confidence.
He looked at his mirror image for a moment, then wheeled himself out to the
kitchen and put some coffee on.
then turned on the TV and watched until the coffee was done. Before he poured
himself a mug of coffee he checked on Trish. She had rolled over and her butt
was sticking out from under her skirt. He couldn’t help a grin brush over his
face at the sight and then wheeled back to the kitchen.
had been worried about Trish and was hoping she would be O.K. In the kitchen he
drank coffee, ate some cereal, turned on his computer and watched TV on the
side. It rained outside that Sunday. Shawn wrote Jesse a message on Facebook,
telling him about the night out and that he was at home and O.K. and Trish too.
didn’t want to tell Jesse about the alcohol consumption and Trish being drunk
and cutting her hand.
checked on Trish two more times before at around three in the afternoon he
heard some commotion in her bedroom, then her bathroom door and eventually
Trish calling out to him, “Shawn?”
called a reply back to her and got ready to roll into the back hallway, “Yes
Trish, I am coming.”
called again with a scratchy voice, “Don’t come back here, I look like crap and
I feel totally sick….what is going on with my hand? It hurts like hell…”
put his hands to his rims, “I’m coming back there.”
didn’t care and wheeled toward her bathroom. He slowly wheeled up to the
bathroom door, which was open a crack and he pushed it open all the way,
found Trish sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her head down, her hair hanging
somewhat stringy down on the sides. The bandage on her hand was blood drenched.
She didn’t look up, “Oh Gosh Shawn…I feel like crap. I am so sorry! What
wheeled slowly into the bathroom, Trish saw his feet in socks on the footrest,
his legs in black sweat pants but she didn’t dare look up at him and kept her
eyes down. Just as Shawn wanted to say something, she shook her head furiously
and jumped up and to the toilet. The lid was open, she leaned over the toilet
bowl and vomited, trying to hold her hair out of the path of destruction.
wheeled up to her quickly and without hesitation he took her hair from her in a
tail and held it behind her while she vomited, breathing hard, moaning in
exhaustion and gagging from the force in her body. He didn’t look at her
vomiting so he wouldn’t get sick himself but he held her hair. Trish had
kneeled down in front of the toilet, holding on to the sides of the toilet bowl
and somehow trying to gain control over her body.
she was finished she wailed, “Oh Gosh, Shawn…I am soooo sorry…this is so
saying anything Shawn took some toilet paper and handed it to her. He saw her
bandage red from blood and even the toilet had some red traces where she had
Trish saw the blood she asked lowly, “What is going on with my hand?”
wiped her mouth with the toilet paper, flushed and sat up a bit. Shawn let go
off her hair and answered lowly, “You cut it on the spokes of my wheelchair
when you fell off the kitchen chair last night.”
sat back on the bath tub edge and sighed, “Oh Gosh….what the hell?”
added softly, “Let me look at it again.”
hesitated and Shawn reached his hand out to her and when she waited he
repeated, “Let me see!”
put her hand in his and Shawn laid it on his knees, starting to undo the
bandage carefully, “Give me a washcloth.”
handed him a washcloth, still avoiding to look up.
had unwrapped the bandage and saw the cut was bleeding still, “I’m beginning to
think that you need stitches.”
kept her eyes down and Shawn said, “Are you going to look at me or what?”
she looked up and met Shawn’s serious expression. She looked tired and her
make-up was smeared, her face was shiny from sweat, her eyes still blood shot
and her face showed red blotchy spots.
said lowly, “I am so ashamed of myself.”
smiled, “Don’t worry about it…it happens or happened to all of us at some time
or another”, he paused, then added lowly, “I’m worried about your hand though.”
He looked at her hand and then at Trish again, “I think we should call my Uncle
or someone to take us to the ER and we have to get your car somehow.”
held her head and moaned, “I feel like…”
smiled and finished her sentence, “….like shit.”
managed a smile, “Yeah! How are you Shawn?”
O.K. but didn’t really sleep…”
sorry!” She shifted, “Well, I guess I should try to take a shower…I probably look
like a zombie.”
said, “When you get out of the shower we need to wrap up your hand again. I’ll
call someone to pick us up.”
nodded in defeat, “O.K.”
put his hand to his rims and wheeled backwards to turn around, “I’ll be in the
watched him turn toward the door and wheeling out of the bathroom, closing the
door behind him.