A Doctor's Office

Sam woke up in a white twin bed with sheets in a room with white cabinets lining its white walls. As he came to, he remembered what happened —Charlene, the ass-fucking... and breaking the rules.

"So why didn't they put me in one of those cells?" he wondered.

He did not count himself lucky just yet. Though the room had a very clinical feel to it, with no paintings on the wall and an extremely comfortable bed to sleep, he clearly hadn't been moved to a hospital. For all he knew, this could have been worse than a cell. Dr. Vandersloot could have put him in some sort of **** chamber or something.

Then he remembered the fall... Did they let him off the hook because hurt himself? He frantically checked himself for serious injuries. Nothing felt broken. All his fingers and toes still moved. He did have three IVs in his arm, though, which meant he couldn't get up and look around.

Accepting that the situation was apparently out of his control, Sam did his best to relax. He put his arms behind his head and settled back into bed.

"Knock, Knock," said a familiar voice. Sam woke up abrupt and sat up in bed to find Dr. Vandersloot entering the room. The head of the facility had traded his sharp suit for scrubs and a lab coat. "I'm glad to see you're up. You had us worried there for a moment."

"Dr... Dr. Vandersloot," Sam stammered. He wasn't sure whether if he was in for coddling or a scolding, and he didn't know how to react. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to."

Dr. Vandersloot sat on the edge of the bed and gave Sam a strong pat on the back. "Well of course not!" Vandersloot said. "The first few days can get a little overwhelming, and word is you've been making quite an impression at every turn." The statement made Sam blush. "Most guys don't make so many friends quite so fast, otherwise this would probably be a completely normal occurrence."

Sam nodded. "Can you tell me where I am? And how long I've been out?" he asked.

"This is the 'nurse's office,'" Vandersloot explained. "It's actually just a section of the same lab facility where you went for your group therapy this morning, but we like to keep everything in theme, you know?

"You've been for about three hours or so. A staffer found you and Ms. LaCroix on the path about mid-way through the third activity period of the day. We brought you both in and checked you to make sure you hadn't sustained any major injuries."

"Is she?" Sam asked.

"Ms. LaCroix is fine," Vandersloot assured him, "and I'm sure she will be touched by your concern." Vandersloot gave Sam a sly wink. "She came to shortly after we brought you in and she explained what happened."

Sam's heart sank. They knew. He was already in trouble on his first day.

Dr. Vandersloot could see the news troubled him. "Do not worry," he said. "Charlene will be fine. Believe me. She wouldn't have convinced you to ditch if she weren't prepared for the consequences."

Sam shook his head. Charlene covered for him? Wow, this place just keeps getting stranger and stranger. "Yeah," he said after a moment, "I guess you're right." With the fear of punishment alleviated, Sam remembered there were a lot of girls who had been eyeing him while he fucked Charlene that he should probably go talk to... "So when can I go?" he asked.

Dr. Vandersloot smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm glad to see you're so eager to continue your treatment," he said. "But we don't you to get overworked again, so we think you should hang out here for awhile. At least through the rest of the daily activities. Plus your doctor may want to switch your medications or go over some new therapies with you before you go."

Sam looked confused. "I thought you were my doctor?" he said.

"Oh no," Dr. Vandersloot chuckled. "I just stopped in to make sure everything is ok." He stood up. "I'll make sure to let her know you're up and in high spirits on my way out."