Drew's Backstory

You and Drew swapped stories.

Two years ago, Drew was a freshman on the swim team. One evening, when the team was hanging out socially, Drew had too much to drink, thought another swimmer was hitting him, and tried to kiss him. A stupid, harmless misunderstanding. The guy punched Drew and threatened to kill him. A week later, walking on campus late at night, Drew was attacked by three masked men. They held him at knifepoint and made him blow each of them before kicking him repeatedly about the head and body. Drew spent the spring semester of his freshman year in the hospital and physical therapy. His attackers were never identified.

That summer, Drew was befriended by several members of the water polo team. He attended a few practices and found he had a talent for the sport.

"I am the hole set. Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a big deal."

The team was a tight-knit group of guys. They trained hard, played hard, and looked out for one another. Their friendship did more for Drew than months of physical therapy and counseling had.

"I still have some lingering injuries. The fine motor control in my right hand is messed up. I have been trying to learn to draw using my left."

He indicated the sketches tacked up around the room.

"I still have a ways to go. I also..."

His words caught in his throat.

"I also have blackouts. It started with losing time, I'd stare off into space. Lately, in the past few months, I wake up in strange places. Last week the guys in the dorm said I was riding the elevator shouting obscenities. Believe me, whatever I said or did, it wasn't me."

After listening to what Drew went through (was going through), your own misfortunes seemed petty by comparison. You told Drew about Tiffany, Jake, the accusations of sexual harassment, the swim team, and Trent. You did not mention HC.

Drew pulled two joints from his nightstand.

"Medicinal. I normally wouldn't share, but I think everything has gotten too serious."

"Do you have any ****?"

Andrew pulled a bottle of something from a small fridge.

"You know it's before 10 am, right? "

He took a drink and handed you the bottle.

"You know that good vodka is not sold in plastic bottles, right?"

You took a drink. It took over an hour and both joints, but by noon you and Drew were back to good. You dozed off watching Netflix.

You were having a great sex dream and awoke to find Drew giving you a blow job. He looked up at you and smiled.

"I don't like leaving things unfinished. Mmmmm. Even after the vodka and weed, you still taste like ginger.".

"Who's Ginger?"

"The spice, you idiot."

The two of you fooled around for the next hour. It was good. Drew blew you, you blew him, and you made out a lot. Sometimes you took charge and sometimes he did.

You orgasmed while fucking him.

Drew hopped up and helped you to your feet. He grabbed some body wash and tossed you a towel.

"It's late afternoon showers should be empty."

In the showers, you noticed that Andrew had fresh scratches down his chest.

Did I do that to him?

You both had practice, so you were quick. Afterward, you got dressed and started to head out.

"There is one more thing you should know. The swimmer who freaked out when I kissed him had a solid alibi for when I was attacked, but I always suspected he knew something. You know him. It's Trent."

It was like a bomb exploded in your head; your body began to glow and Drew backed away. You closed the gap and wrapped your arms around him. He went limp; he felt light as a feather. You heard yourself speak in a strange voice.

You have been mistreated and your life unbalanced. Accept my gift and let balance be restored.

You reached into Drew and found his injuries. You repaired the nerve damage in his right hand and a fracture in his orbital socket. You cleared away scarring in his brain that your new awareness told you was partly responsible for his blackouts and rage issues. There was one injury you could not repair. It was a small tear, a hole, in Drew's spirit. You tried to close it but felt something actively fighting you. You didn't know how to help Drew yet, but you were going to figure it out. Drew awoke from his stupor.

"We both need to get going, or we'll be late.

He doesn't remember any of what just happened?