TNP 18 "Concussion" (Rated Teen)

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OK, this is me rewriting my last day of work at BBI and additionally finding out about an incredible secret from Nancy.

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THE NANCY PRINCIPLE

My time in working for the government during the Savings & Loan Crisis of 1990 with a beautiful
woman who took care of absolutely everything for me in my employ. And I mean EVERYTHING.

© August 2013 Written by David Wicker
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CHAPTER 18 - CONCUSSION
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This chapter is Rated: TEEN (some elements have been changed)

Barbara wiggled her end. "Go on." she goaded me.

I shook my head, I definitely didn't want to play this game, and looking at - what I was, was bringing back weird memories from the past. I turned my head away, the scary look gone, and I waited for her to get bored.

After a moment the girl with the camera spoke, "He's not gonna do it." She set the camera down.

"Apologize to me d****t !" Barbara said in that scary tone of voice again.

Immediately I held my hand out and in a flood of tears cried, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I mean, I didn't mean to spy on you, I mean, I didn't know what to think when you told me to bring the papers to - "

"Shut up !" she said. It was clear she was getting aggravated now. What apparently was supposed to be my simple kiss on her you-know-what was turning into something complicated now and she was getting pissed at that.

"SCREW this already !" the girl with the camera said and then changed her tone to a sly one, "Admit it. You want to kiss her there. Don't you !"

I looked. There was -something- going on in my memory. A pinprick in the back of my brain. Something familiar and unnerving. I looked closer.

"Omigod ! He's gonna do it !" the girl with the camera said excitedly and whipped it back up in the air to record the momentous event.

I don't know what she was so excited at as I was definitely not going to do the 'dirty deed' as they all wanted, and yet. My memory was stronger now. Something to do with winter, or snowflakes, or - suicide, something. A strong woman's voice spoke in my head:

"Where do you belong ?"

Despite everything else, I leaned in closer for a better look to see if this voice would speak to me again when there was a loud noise and Barbara was yanked away, so quickly I nearly fell off the seat in the stall. The girl with the camera ran out after her.

I couldn't really see what was happening. Barbara was definitely in a fight with someone. Then I recognized the dark violet-red skirt, it was Nancy ! She must've come in the restroom and saw the fiasco taking place and she was gonna break it up !

In fear of getting hurt myself, I closed the stall's door and although this blocked me from seeing anything, I could definitely hear voices.

"What the HELL are you doing, Barbara !?"

"David was just giving me a goodbye kiss before he goes !"

"On your A*S !?" Nancy asked in a voice that dripped contempt.

"Yeah, he asked for it !" Barbara acknowledged, and then the other girls giggled but suddenly stopped apparently at a fierce look apparently from Nancy.

"You are all TOTALLY fired ! Every one of you ! If David doesn't file sexual harassment to the extreme =I= most certainly will !"

Some of the other girls grumbled uncomfortably. Apparently she was in her legal right to do this.

Someone spoke up, "Aww c'mon, Trish, you don't mean that ! We were just having fun, it's his last day you know. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find you another sissy pet with the next boy who gets hired !"

All the other girls started laughing hard at that, and to me, I started crying. I locked the stall's door and buried my head in my hands. I definitely didn't want anyone seeing me right now and I felt terrible at what they called me.

Sissy ? I had heard that term before, from Rose. But I didn't think she was being trueful about it. Maybe now, I knew she was.

"You can't fire us !" one girl quipped and then the others all started murmuring loudly in approval. It sounded like another fight was going to begin.

Someone braver spoke louder, "Yeah, get outta here, Tricia. Use the bathroom on the other floor if you don't like what you're seeing here. Or stay to enjoy it. Your choice !"

There was a sound of scuffling again punctuated by what was definitely the girl's voice who had the camera earlier, "Hey ! That's not yours !"

Tricia spoke victoriously, "Fine. But I have EVIDENCE now. There is no way in hell he would go in here with the likes of you. And I'll bet you hurt him too."

"I'm okay." I said meekly from inside the stall.

"Shutup, sweetie." Nancy, or Tricia, her real name, said to me. My brain pondered. What was her name then ?

Tricia continued, "Barbara, you are DEFINITELY fired. Now as for the rest of you, get the HELL outta here before I call the police !" she said and then it sounded like the ceiling dropped as there was a loud scuffling sound, even noisier than before.

This went on for several minutes followed by, "Get your hands offa me," "Get the hell off !" "We'll say you were involved, too !" and other things.

The entrance to the restroom flung open several times, so many times it I could hear it smacking against the wall, likely leaving chipped wall there.

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Eventually it got quiet. I had to think about what Barbara said earlier, "He ASKED for it."

Does that mean that if this were to go to court, and likely it would, that she would say I WANTED to go in the bathroom with her for this rude treatment ?

From as little as I knew how to defend myself, I could definitely see this being a possibility. I knew she would LIE like a dog in court to protect herself, and I could only tell the truth as that's what Dad taught me. I didn't have a choice, some kind of post-hypnotic suggestion my Dr said years ago. I started to cry then and my head felt weird somehow and it was hurting in an odd way.

It was quiet for a minute and then there was a knocking against my own stall door.

"Dave, open up. It's Nancy, we need to talk."

I looked up at the closed door. "Is it Nancy or Tricia !?" I cried back angrily, disgusted she never levelled with me before.

She was quiet for a moment. "David, please open up. You don't really wanna see me crawl on the floor to get in there do you ?"

That got a laugh out of me, despite how miserable I was feeling right now. "Sure." I said and unlocked the door.

For a moment I felt really self-conscious, I mean I was in the girl's restroom, sitting on the pot, and the one girl whom I fell in love with at work was standing over me. I put a hand to my face and closed my eyes in shame as the tears easily flowed out.

She reached up to pull my hand down. At first I thought she was going to hold my hand but then she looked closely at my face. Oh God, I didn't have -something- on my my face from ... before ?

But no, she reached up and touched my forehead, where it stung like mad, but that didn't seem so bad.

Curiosity got the better of me. I gingerly felt the scrape on my forehead she touched. That didn't seem bad, but why was I feeling so queasy and dizzy right now ?

I reached up and felt my hair, that was okay. I reached in deeper and suddenly gasped in pain. My head was split open, literally, raw meat there beyond the hair. I pulled back my hand and saw it entirely wet and red with blood. I started shaking in fear at what I was looking at.

"David ! Omigod ! Oh NO !" Tricia said seriously and suddenly grabbed my shoulders to lean me forward against her chest so she could look at my head.

I don't know what she saw but it put her into a real panic.

I held my red wet hand up to show her as if that wasn't evidence enough that I was hurt, but I quickly put it down again to see her go into super-serious mode.

"David ! Listen to me ! You are REALLY hurt, okay ? VERY badly ! I think you've got a concussion or worse. You're bleeding all over up there. Do you trust me ?"

Do I trust her ? Who did I trust ? I trusted Barbara and look where that got me. I even trusted Trudy at times and I think she was just there to grope me randomly.

Who could I trust ... anyone ? I had to trust someone right now cause I felt like I was going to die ! I felt like my head was going to fall open or something. Maybe that was impossible but I was losing a lot of blood, I could see that.

"Yes, I trust you." I heard myself quietly and felt blood dripping around my ears now. A weird tingling numbness crept around my cheekbones and it felt like the temperature in the room dropped 10 degrees. I was definitely getting weaker by the minute.

"Good." she said seriously. "Can you stand up ? I need you to try."

I did, I tried really hard, but found my balance was way off and bad. My head was so dizzy, like I was sleepy, but it was a bad sleep, like - is this death ... ?

The lights flickered in my eyes and her voice suddenly sounded like it was underwater as if my ears were plugged and all I could think of was the throbbing pain in the top of my head where it split.

In an incredible effort I stood up and then it felt like someone took my own feet out from under me to stand on my knees.

"David !" I heard her cry out and then suddenly it looked like I was, after all, gonna kiss something nasty before the night was done. The cold dirty tiled floor of the bathroom and flat on.

I awoke an unknown time later to see lights moving. It was the ceiling lights and they were traveling from my feet to my head. I counted 3 of them. There were several people talking all at once.

I tried to get up but found I was strapped in, something ? My head really hurt now and it felt as if I had hit a mack truck with it and it felt like it had paper and bandages on it cause they itched my ears.

"Ahhm ..." I said intelligently.

Tricia was there, and I suddenly realized she was holding my hand all this time, which was really nice, as the gurney was wheeled towards the nearest elevator.

"David," she said in a stern voice, "Lie still. You're - more hurt than I thought. I'll - be with you. Ok ? Just lie still hun, okay ? STAY AWAKE ! OKAY !? Don't fall asleep !" and her voice had a tinge of fear to it.

"Where did - " I began. I had hoped they didn't find my body passed out in the women's restroom. She apparently knew what I was worried about and whispered in my ear.

"Don't worry David, I managed to drag you out of there. I told them you fell down the stairs but that you didn't realize you were hurt as much as you were until you came to the restroom to put something in your suggestion box."

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I nodded and closed my eyes. There was some gentle bumping, it seemed like the gurney turned and then it got weird.

The gurney started spinning around in a tight loop. I was like in a bizarre ride at a park. Someone then asked me something and it sounded like they were angry but I couldn't make out what it was.

It was like they weren't speaking normally but it was all messed up and weird pitched and stuff, like underwater. A weird red circle covered over half of my left eye's vision so I closed both of them so I wouldn't see it.

And then I passed out again for a long time.

There was - it was hard to describe, a series of circular lights above me and a kind of hissing like gas escaping from a tire. I looked to see there was a lotta people around me now and machines and stuff, but I wasn't on a gurney now I could see but some kind of table. Was I in an auto garage ?

I kept hearing the annoying hissing so I finally murmured, "Better check the pressure on that tire."

A face suddenly loomed over me, someone with a white mask on like a nurse with a look of fear on her face like I shouldn't be awake now or something.

"Trick or treat." I said and tried to raise my hand up to point a mock gun at her as she looked a little like a sexy bandit from a movie I saw recently but I was strapped down so I couldn't do that.

"Bang." I said anyways, but I was so tired I couldn't put much emphasis on the play-acting. I looked around and realized I was not in a garage but apparently had woken up while they were doing surgery on my head.

She gave me a serious look with wide eyes and pulled back as someone roughly cupped something plastic and rubbery around my face and nose.

Then someone pushed hard on my shoulder for encouragement, "Breathe !" he demanded in a gruff and muffled voice as he was wearing a protective surgeon's mask as well.

It hadda funny smell to it, like fruit or something, sweet. I breathed deeply. Nicest air-freshener I ever smelled. I guess - I dreamed ...

I imagined I was in a field where Gummy-Bears grew right on thick green gooey stalks. The sunlight shone through them creating dazzling rainbows all around. And I was laying on my back in some kind of cottony pink cloud-like substance.

The sunlight flickered up ahead and a shadow passed over me and I saw beautiful pixie-fairy like beings flying all around me in jeweled iridescent wings. I reached for them and they melted like snowflakes.

After a moment I was asleep again. An unknown time passed of complete lack of memory and I found myself in a hospital bed. My head was all bandaged up and the room was empty except for a TV nearby blaring a stupid commercial on low volume.

The first words out of my mouth were, "Nancy !"

She was apparently outside my room sitting on a waiting chair and ran right into the room, "I'm right here, honey. How do you feel ?"

That was easy to answer, "My - head - hurts." I said truefully.

She nodded, bit her lip and could barely speak the next few words, "Dave, you were out for like 4-hours after surgery. You wouldn't wake up again ! I was so worried."

"Dad ?" I started but she wouldn't let me finish the question.

I was sharing the room with another hospital patient so she pulled back the curtain to give us some privacy.

Then she spoke in a more serious tone whispering, "David, what Barbara did in there with you was - criminal. You know that, right ?"

"Okay." I said agreeably.

Tricia was dissatisfied with my lackadaisical answer, "David ! Snap out of it ! You NEED to push charges against her. CAN you DO that ?"

"I don't - I don't think I know how to. Where's my Dad ? He does legal stuff."

Tricia sat down in a chair next to my bed and stared at the floor, "I called your Father from the emergency number from your employee file. I told him, that you - skipped the elevator and took a flight of steps and fell down. I NEED you to say this. If you don't, I won't have any leverage for getting Barbara fired."

I shook my head, which hurt quite a bit so I didn't do it anymore, "Nancy, I don't wanna get Barbara in trouble. What she did was mean but no worse than High School, I mean - "

Tricia turned to look back at me and interrupted, "What she did was purely CRIMINAL, David, you MUST see this ! If you don't, she's going to get away with it, and you don't want that, do you ?"

"I don't want to hurt anyone." I said flatly.

She raised up out of her chair for a bit and huffed out some air, "David ! If I hadn't arrived you - your - concussion is serious. I - don't know what happened. Can you tell me what the HELL she did to you to split your head open like that !?"

I related as much as I could remember, about her inviting me out to eat, me reading my comic book, saying, "By Crom !" and then my comic was taken from me and about them using my head as a battering ram to open the bathroom door.

She put a hand to her mouth and her eyes got wide, "Oh my God. Those doors are made out of reinforced steel ! D****T ! That b***h is so going to jail ! She tried to kill you !"

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"Nancy, please - " but I couldn't continue, because I suddenly felt dizzy and fell back against my pillow. I tasted blood in the back of my mouth, a weird kind of tasting blood, not at all salty. How was that possible ?

Tricia leaned in close, "David, you're fine. You're more than fine. Jeez do you HAVE to forgive EVERYONE that hurts you !?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much my way." I said weakly.

"Fine !" she said acridly, "Look, your Father will be here soon. Just say that you fell down a flight of stairs. You're going to SO get compensated for this financially by -"

I interrupted her, "I don't want any money, Tricia."

"David !" she said obviously losing patience now, "Listen to me, okay !? You can't live all your life in a dream world. You have to face facts ! What Barbara did in the stall with you was bad, but I'm not worried about that right now. Them BANGING your head against the bathroom door to open it, even in fun, you came THIS close to dying according to the doctor !"

And she showed me her thumb and index finger almost touching each other in a flattened "C" fashion.

She leaned her head back a bit and I could see she was on the verge of tears, if I thought her mascara was smeared earlier from me being let go of the company, it was a horrible mess now.

Her chin trembled and she shook her head, "David, don't you know what that means ? To DIE ?"

"But I bang my head all the time." I said quietly trying to defend Barbara, and then tried to bite back those words, but it was too late. In any case, it blowed right past her why I was seeing a doctor for that.

"I don't know - what you mean," she said crossly fighting back her tears which I could see was getting exceedingly difficult for her, "I'm - going to get some paperwork together. Do you still want to work for me ?"

"Well, yeah, but they said today was my last day." and I tried to raise up again but my head wouldn't let me. Maybe I bit my tongue is where the blood was coming from, but why did it taste so weird like it was something chemical ?

"Don't you worry about that." she said. "Because of - what happened, I think I can work it out so you can - continue to work for me."

She continued, "I can get those higher up to tear up the notice letting you go and hiring you instead on as a full-time employee under my jurisdiction, if you sign a form releasing them from this - accident. They owe you that much. I'll take care of all of it. I just need you to sign it when it's ready."

"Wow !" I said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, wow." she said wryly, "Now look. Remember what I told you. Tell your Father you fell down the stairs. You don't even have to elaborate on it cause you had a concussion, remember ? I'll take it from there, you gotta trust me on this." and she reached over to hold my hand for emphasis.

"Okay." I said quietly and closed my eyes cause I was ready for sleep again.

Then she leaned over and I could smell her pretty perfume, "No ! don't you die on me !"

And then she did something that TOTALLY surprised me. She reached over and kissed me very gently on the forehead while breathing warm air on it, and shifted both hands to hold on tightly to my shoulders as if Death was trying to take me from her.

It was such a wonderful feeling of her holding me that I felt myself losing consciousness, but that could've also been due to post-surgery from my nearly fatal concussion as well.

END OF CHAPTER 18

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Riding the Rainbow

This chapter started with pure pain..women can as bad as men..Barbara was really a vicious person..
Nancy/Tricia was really strong and she did really good saving David and firing Barbara..
The hospital scene was really sweet..
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