Noe n Joe (Jacob) 4 Pg 4 (Interactive Story)

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Jacob inclinó la cabeza cerrando los ojos, "no seas idiota, no es tiempo para precipitarse", se dijo así mismo, entonces se puso de pie y empezó a cavilar por la casa, esperando por que el doctor le diera el diagnostico de Noe.

Mientras tanto en la habitación, Ricardo se encontraba inyectando a Noe. 

"Esto es morfina, te ayudara a dejar de sentir dolor" dijo Ricardo.

"Gracias Don" dijo Noe mientras sentía el pinchazo en su hombro, "Y como es que usted tiene morfina en su casa Don?, pregunto Noe.

"Es por la espalda muchacho, la maldita ciática, a veces el dolor es tan agudo que solo puedo controlarlo con ella, afortunadamente aún conservo algunos contactos en el hospital, que me la proporcionan sin problemas", respondió el anciano acercándose a Noe mientras se ponía su estetoscopio.

Noe solo hizo un ligero gesto de desagrado al sentir la fría membrana tocar su pecho.

"Y que vas hacer?" pregunto el anciano a Noe.

"Con qué?", pregunto Noe, mirando al viejo.

"Hijo, es obvio que en tres días no vas a recuperarte, que vas a decirle al oso?" le pregunto sin rodeos el anciano a Noe.

"Yo cumpliré lo acordado", dijo Noe sin más.

"Si tú lo dices" respondió el anciano, quien hizo un sutil gesto de molestia, el cual paso desapercibido por Noe.

"Don, hacer eso no me preocupa, estaré bien, pero..." dijo Noe, y se quedó callado pensando si decir o no lo siguiente.

"Pero qué?" pregunto el anciano con la membrana aun en el pecho de Noe.

"Yo... no siento nada ahí abajo", dijo sonrojado Noe.

"Como que no sientes nada?", preguntó el anciano.

"Bueno el primer día que paso esto, él y yo estuvimos desnudos frente a frente, y yo... yo quería hacerlo Don, no se, no me pregunte como , pero en ese momento quería tenerlo todo con él, pero a pesar de la situación, no... no tuve ninguna erección, no sentí nada Don", explico Noe.

"Un golpe de adrenalina supongo, aunque si fue así, es sumamente raro que tu miembro no haya respondido a tus instintos, quizás ese estupido oso no te gusta tanto como crees." dijo el anciano sonriendo.

"Don" dijo Noe molesto.

El anciano suspiro, y tomo el pene de Noe con la mano y lo presiono, "sientes esto?".

Noe hizo un gesto de dolor, "si"

Entonces el anciano apretó otra parte del pene de Noe, "y esto?"

Noe lanzo un ligero gemido de dolor, "Si"

Y por último apretó el glande de Noe, "y ahora".

"Aaaagh" hizo Noe en voz baja, "Si!"

"Hay lo tienes, hay sensibilidad, así que dale unos días al muchacho y se recuperara también" respondió Ricardo llevando la membrana al pecho de Noe nuevamente.

12 minutos después la respiración y pulsaciones de Noe se hicieron más lentas.

"Como te sientes?" pregunto el anciano.

"Bien, ya no siento dolor, pero me siento mareado", dijo Noe, tocándose la cabeza.

"Es normal, ahora quédate quieto" respondió el anciano, mientras caminaba y tomaba unas vendas de su maletín.

Minutos después Noe se encontraba totalmente inconsciente, mientras el viejo, con una habilidad que solo los profesionales tienen, vendaba al dragón sin dificultad.

Una vez concluyo, llamo al gran oso, el cual se apresuró a entrar en la habitación buscando con su mirada el rostro de Noe, entonces lo vio plácidamente dormido, y suspiro aliviado.

"Se pondrá bien?" pregunto Jacob al doctor.

"Si, el estará bien, siempre y cuando yo lo atienda y tú no te acercarte de nuevo a su casa" dijo el anciano, sin mirar a Joe.

"Q-que!?, pero por qué?, yo lo he estado cuidando todo este tiempo, porque tendría que..." decía Jacob cuando el anciano levanto la mano y lo abofeteo fuertemente.

"Que lo cuidabas!, un día más y estaría muerto. Noe me dijo lo que te hizo, y sé que estuvo mal, de eso no hay duda, pero pudiste haberlo demandado, pero en cambio lo que le hiciste", el anciano apretó con fuerza el puño, "golpearlo de esa manera, eres un maldito cobarde, tú sabes que si él se hubiera defendido tu serias quien estuviera muriéndose en esa cama, imbécil". dijo el anciano quien después se dio la vuelta y siguió acomodando sus cosas en el maletín, "ya te puedes largar, el no despertara para despedirte"

Jacob sabía que lo que decía el anciano era verdad, no le dolía tanto el golpe como las palabras que salieron de la boca del anciano por lo que decidió...

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Jacob bowed his head closing his eyes, "don't be an idiot, this is not the time to rush", he told himself, then he stood up and began to ponder around the house, waiting for the doctor to give him Noah's diagnosis.

Meanwhile in the room, Ricardo was injecting Noe.

"This is morphine, it will help you stop feeling pain," said Ricardo.

"Thanks Don," Noe said as he felt the prick in his shoulder, "And how come you have morphine in your house Don?", Noe asked.

"It's my back, boy, damned sciatica, sometimes the pain is so acute that I can only control it with it, fortunately, I still have some contacts in the hospital, who provide it to me without any problems," replied the old man, approaching Noe and put his stethoscope on.

Noe only made a slight gesture of displeasure when he felt the cold membrane touch his chest.

"And what are you going to do?" the old man asked Noah.

"With what?" Noe asked, looking at the old man.

"Son, it's obvious that in three days you won't recover, what are you going to tell the bear?" the old man asked Noe bluntly.

"I'll comply with the agreement," Noe said without further ado.

"If you say so" replied the old man, who made a subtle gesture of annoyance, which went unnoticed by Noe.

"Don, doing that doesn't worry me, I'll be fine, but..." Noe said and was silent thinking whether or not to say the following.

"But what?" asked the old man with the membrane still on Noe's chest.

"I... I don't feel anything down there," Noe said blushing.

"How do you feel nothing?" asked the old man.

"Well the first day this happened, he and I were naked faces to face, and I... I wanted to do it, Don, I don't know, I didn't ask how, but at that moment I wanted to have everything with him, but despite the situation, no... I didn't have an erection, I didn't feel anything Don", explained Noe.

"A shot of adrenaline I guess, although if it did, rarely, your member didn't respond to your instincts, maybe you don't like that stupid bear as much as you think." said the old man smiling.

"Don" Noe said annoyed.

The old man sighed, and took Noe's dick in his hand, and pressed it, "do you feel this?"

Noe winced, "yes."

Then the old man squeezed another part of Noe's dick, "and this?"

Noe gave a slight groan of pain, "Yes."

And finally, he squeezed Noe's glans, "and now."

"Aaaagh" Noe said quietly, "Yeah!"

"There you have it, there is sensitivity, so give the big boy a few days and he will recover too" replied Ricardo, taking the membrane to Noe's chest again.

12 minutes later, Noe's breathing and heart rate slowed.

"How you feel?" asked the old man.

"F-fine, I don't feel pain anymore, but I feel dizzy," Noe said, touching his head.

"It's normal, now stay quiet" replied the old man, while he walked and took some bandages from his briefcase.

Minutes later, Noe was totally unconscious, while the old man, with a skill that only professionals have, bandaged the dragon without difficulty.

Once He finish, call the big bear, who hurried into the room looking for Noah's face with his eyes, then he saw him peacefully asleep, and he sighed with relief.

"Will he be okay?" Jacob asked the doctor.

"Yes, he'll be fine, as long as I take care of him and you don't go near his house again," the old man said, without looking at Joe.

"W-what!?, But why?, I've been taking care of him all this time, why I wouldn't have to..." Jacob said that when the old man raised his hand and slapped him hard.

"That you took care of him! One more day and he would be dead. Noe told me what he did to you, and I know it was wrong, there is no doubt about that, but you could have sued him, but instead what you did to him", the old man pressed with a strong fist, "hit him like that, you are a fucking coward, you know that if he had defended himself you would be the one who was dying in that bed, stupid." said the old man who later turned around and continued arranging his things in the briefcase, "you can get out now, he won't wake up to say goodbye"

Jacob knew that what the old man was saying was true, he was not as hurt by the blow as by the words that came out of the old man's mouth, so he decided...