RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Douse me in oil? That would really fuck up old man Robinson's sheepskin seat covers... hmmm..."

I don't really have to think about this really. Was Matt joking though? He hates it whenever I'm oily, it means that I end up getting the cream carpets dirty. Why would he... oooohhhh...

"Slick me up baby," I laugh as we walk into the garage, turn the lights on and I turn the heat up a little, it's always freezing in here.

"Now, let me just get some of that grease I had saved for... sure occasions."

"Nooooo, I have special grease that is really slippery and covers great, it's expensive stuff. I only use it when I need some really good lubrication... and when I like the user," I grin as I pull out the bucket from the shelf.

I place the heavy bucket full of the runny black liquid onto the floor.

"Si, would you like to do the honors of preparing me for the greasing of a lifetime?" I ask Matt.

I smile at Matt as he works on my jeans, not helping him at all apart from swaying my hips a little that could be doing more harm than good really.

I smirk as Matt gets down onto his knees and pulls my jeans off, well, Chris's jeans, but hey, apparently stone wash is out, someone's gotta wear them!

I squeal a little as I feel Matt's fingernails dig into my flesh, he knows I have always being one for a little bit of pain now and then.

"Ooooh, that's... fuck," I laugh a little, "you OK down there Mattie?"

I grin with a sigh before looking down at my amazing fiancé, man, he was right, it does feel good to say that, even in my head. But he's not going anything, but his breathing has swallowed and he does seem distressed.

"Mattie? Baby, what's wrong?"

[[Oooooooooooooooh!]]

"Oooh God, Matt, what is it?" I say, that question never seeming so stupid until now.

I drop to my knees next to him and rub his back a little.

"Do you want me to get you something? Help you somewhere? Call an ambulance? Anything, what do you want me to do?"

I've got to admit, I am panicking a little more than I should here. But let's face it, me and Matt aren't exactly teenagers anymore, if something hurts you don't know what it could be, unlike when you were 20 and it was over working because of too much sex. Now it could be life threatening.

"Mattie, you're not going to die, I swear to you, you can't fucking die Mattie," I tell him before standing to my feet and biting into my lip.

"I'll call an ambulance, OK, I'll be right back," I say as I all but run out of the garage as I'm pulling my pants up.

I run into the hallway, all but skidding on mat before falling into the table and grabbing the phone. I ignore the pain in my thigh as I run around the house like a mad man, getting Matt's clothes from the living room floor as I dial for an ambulance.

FUCK, I can't remember the fucking number!

I dial the number with shaky fingers before bringing the phone to my ear as I run shakily back into the garage again to see Matt on his side.

My bottom lip quivers a little as I run over to him, "Mattie?!"

The women on the other end of the phone answers and asks me the service I need. I explain to her shakily and she tries to reassure me somewhat as I keep my hand on Matt's rocking body.

I hung up the phone after the women assures me that the ambulance will be here soon and turn back to Matt.

"It's OK baby, we're going to get you into a hospital, so somebody can check you out, and make sure that you are in tip top shape," I say in a shaky voice as I move Matt into his loose pants without even thinking about it.

I know what these people in hospitals think of people like us, if they see him in all his glory they'll just assume I was performing some sick sex game on him and lock me up for rape and assault. Bastards.

"Matt, please don't say this, please..." I say to him, welling up a little but trying to get rid of my tears the best I can.

"I don't want to hear it, OK? I know you love me, and I know that you are proud of the kids but... can you not tell me when you're writhing around the floor in pain?"

I bite my lip before taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I... God, I didn't mean that baby, I'm just, I'm so scared..."

I look down, still holding Matt's hand and taking deep breaths along with Matt. But then I remember something from Matt's small speech just then. I look up with my eyes wide.

"Shit, I need the tell the kids..."

"OK OK, I'll be right back, I promise," I say, "I'll tell Courtney, she's the most level headed, she'll explain everything to Chrissie."

I pat Matt's hand before standing up and all but running towards the garage door. I look back at Matt who is now sitting up against the wall, holding onto his stomach. I sigh and smile weakly at him before making way out of the room and up the stairs.

"Courtney!" I start to yell as I take the stairs two at a time, "I need to see you, like now!"

I furrow my brow as I look to my open door. I place my felt tip pen down on the bed and pull off my glasses.

"Dad? What's wrong?" I ask out.

He sounds frazzled, and somewhat scared, I stand up from my bed as I hear him run down the hallway to my room. OK, I am scared now. I see his face at my bedroom door and he looks as white as a sheet. Somethings not right at all here.

"Sweetie," I say before coughing a little and getting my breath back, I mentally curse myself for all the cigarettes and weed that I used to smoke as I take a little longer to regain myself.

"Sweetie. I don't want you to panic but..." I walk over to her and place my hand on her shoulder as she looks up at me, just as scared as I feel right now.

"But your Dad M's sick. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's got really bad stomach pains. I've called an ambulance..."

I watch as he eyes widen in shock.

"Sweetie, I need you to tell Chris for me. I don't think I can deal with him being so worried right now. Will you do that for me? Please?"

I nod.

"Yeah, of course I will Daddy," I tell him.

I know what he is like whenever Dad M's sick or got something wrong with him. It's probably not as bad as he thinks, but I know what they are all like when it comes to illness. They are all pretty scared and tend to over panic.

I am panicking a little of course, he was fine earlier on. But I can't let Dad see that, he looks terrified enough.

"Thank you Sweetie," I say before hugging her close to me and taking a deep breath.

"Now, I am trusting you and Chris alone in the house, OK? I'm sure your Dad will be fine and I'll call you with any details."

There is an unspoken agreement between the two of us that this is for Chris's sake rather than Dad M's or for convenience sake. I nod at Dad.

"I'll make sure to keep Chris up here and out of the way," I tell him and he nods to me.

He thanks me again before making his way out of the room and back down to Dad M again. I take a deep breath before thinking of how I am going to tell Chris this. And how I am going to deal with his reaction.

[[I was thinking maybe Chris could have some illness like... *looks up on wikipedia*... I don't know the word because I can't think of it, but I was thinking maybe a Panic Attack that causes him to get violent or very angry? Could explain why he has less friends and he is very shy?]]

I jump down the last three steps and run to the front door, letting one of the paramedics into the house before running towards the garage with them in toll.

"He's in the garage, I don't know what's wrong but he's got severe stomach pains," I tell the guy as I pull the door open and walk over to Matt who is just were I left him.

I stop in my tracks as the paramedic runs over to him, radioing for his colleagues to bring a few things with them before they take him to the hospital. I just stand here now, waiting for what seems like an hour for them to get into the garage too.