Heal My Heart

T w e n t y - E i g h t : S c o t t

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I paced the hallway.

I could handle the way the nurses whispered about me, shooting me looks as one delivered the latest details. But I couldn't handle not knowing what was happening with Puppy.

There'd be an investigation--there always was when a sub was injured seriously. I could lose my license as a Dom--I could lose Puppy. I swallowed dryly and ran my fingers through my hair.

I'd lost control again. I'd never been that violent before. Never. Puppy hadn't deserved what he'd gotten. He just didn't understand.

God do I suck.

"Hey man."

I looked over sharply at Brune. He had a clipboard and a grim expression. "What happened?"

"Dislocated jaw. I could pop it back into place easily enough but I put him under. He seemed really shaken."

I gripped my head. "I'm a fucking monster."

"Hey, it's not that bad okay. It's not like you broke it--however this is very severe King."

"So you'll take him then?" I asked flatly.

Brune shook his head. "They're not going to investigate you Scott. I talked to the HR department and they agreed that this kind of violence doesn't spring up and over night. We do think you need help though. I want to refer to this counseling agency. To help bridge the two of you again."

I took the card with a shaking hand. "Brune--"

"I'm insisting Scott. If you don't go I'm not responsible for what the people here do or who they call."

I sighed and then nodded my head. "This will be good for us?"

"I really hope so. For both of your sakes. He's ready to go when you are. It was a really clean dislocation so it doesn't need to be bandages shut. He doesn't need to eat only soft foods, which he does anyway right?" I nodded. "And support his jaw whenever chewing, yawning, sneezing especially. No oral sex can be given obviously. He can take some Advil if the pain bothers him."

"Thank you."

Brune nodded and led me down a hallway. I didn't miss the glares I got. But I deserved them.

Puppy was curled up at the foot of the hospital cot. He was almost disappearing into the tangled bedding he'd taken with him. Brune roused him gently. Puppy sat up and blinked blearily at him. "My mouf hurts," he mumbled.

"I know buddy. I'll get you some medicine before you go."

"Go?" He looked at me and I didn't miss the fear on his face. "I'm sorry Scott--don't hurt me anymore. I'll do whatever you want--"

With a breaking heart I soothed him with a kiss. "I'll never put my hands on you like that again. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry I was such a bad boy."

"We both have a lot of work to do huh?" I asked pulling back.

"At-at the barn?"

I smiled. I never imagined missed his naivety so much. "Let's go home."

***

The tutor came on Tuesday.

He was a milky skinned sub with a red hair and freckles. "Hello Mr. King. I'm Christoph Pike. But you can just call me Christoph."

"Pleasure to meet you Christoph."

"You have a lovely home and such beautiful horses!"

"Thank."

"I'm here to see Puppy, correct?"

"Yes. He's upstairs--I'll grab him."

Puppy was far from thrilled about it however. Last night he had screamed at me for almost two hours about not seeing the tutor. I let him throw his fit and then sent him to bed.

The therapist I was currently seeing said I should pick my battles. So far it was working.

Puppy was hiding in the closet again, with Cheddar Cheese cradled in his arms. I sighed taking the cat and Puppy began to cry. "Scott no."

"It's not an option. He's really nice you know."

"He just gonna tell me I'm stupid."

"No he won't. And if he doesn't, you don't have to do it anymore. Deal?"

Puppy looked at his fingers and then sighed. "Okay."

I smiled. "Thank you. Now let's go meet him, yes?"

He got to his feet with a huge sigh. "I guess so."

He held my hand as I took him downstairs. Christoph had taken a seat at the dining room table but stood when we entered. He approached Puppy carefully and smiled. "Hello Puppy. My name is Christoph. It's really nice to meet you."

"Hi..."

"Today we're just going to talk a bit alright?"

He spoke so...eloquently while also stressing certain syllables. I could see that Puppy was understanding him well and there was a look of excitement in his eyes. "Talk? You and me?"

"That's right. Right as soon as your Dom goes to work."

Right. I wasn't part of this process.

I nodded my head and made my way to the door. Things had been going well for the most part. He had moments of astounding maturity--especially when he was doing his chores.

My therapist said it was important not to force Puppy into a role he couldn't play. His childish nature wasn't going to disappear completely so he suggested I let it happen in a controlled setting.

So his bedroom had turned into such. He would request when he wanted to go in there and when he was on there he was quite literally a child. I let it happen, allowing him to be just as immature as he liked.

He played with his toys and stuffed animals, watching movies and cartoons until I told it was bedtime. Sometimes he'd turn off the light and come to my room. Other times he'd pick out a pair of his pjs and I'd tuck him in.

The separation of worlds was doing wonders for us though. We'd moved forward a bit sexually. I could let him touch me without feeling disgusted in myself. I couldn't get myself to touch him yet but I was growing a bit more comfortable with it as time went on.

All in all I was feeling alright about our set up. We still had miles to go and Puppy's behavior still demanded my attention, but we were moving up. That was what was important.

QOTC: Is this a good set up? Or should Scott discourage his childish nature? Especially if they want to move forward with their relationship?