Suprising answers, and more questions.

this chapter will be written from Jen's perspective.

It was about 6.p.m. and my mother was getting the table setup for dinner. I was putting away all my files and organizing our realtor information to check out the properties that Mercedes sent to me. I really think there is a possibility with a few of them to build massive square footage, have the privacy we are looking for but not be so far from civilization that we can't go to a store, school, or hospital if we needed too. 

"Hey mom need help getting anything together?" I asked after I was done with things. 

"You could get the mashed potatoes blended up with some butter and open a bottle of wine." She said, "Did he tell you that they got the connection with the police station up and running! Matt can spend more time at home than having to go into the police station." She said happily.

"You're just happy he can stay at home so you can get more chances to use his cock." Jen mused. 

"Language young lady!" Nancy admonished her daughter. "Just because we share the same man and his cock is the most amazing thing in the world doesn't mean you can just go around saying it Willy Nilly!" With a stern look on her face, which after a second cracked into a smile and then a full blown laugh which I joined in. 

Sharing a Master's, cock, and the heart of someone like Matt, is easy, especially when I used to tell my mom how good he was in bed. Now we just tease each other because we want it constantly. There is no jealousy, if anything we are happy that we get pleasure, it's the same with the others, if they are being intimate or want to share the Master it can be pretty hot actually. 

Jen reflects back on the last 4 weeks or so and how her life has changed. She is happier than she has ever been. She is motivated to do better for Matt and the Harem than she would ever have been otherwise. She has had more orgasms and made more close friends with her harem mates than she ever has before. The only itch that hasn't seemed to be scratched so far is getting the other 4 harem members initiated. It is like a tiny rodent running around her brain asking for cheese all day. Manageable but incessant. 
Jen had just finished whipping the butter into the potatoes when she got a text from Matt. She looked down, swiping at her phone to pull the message up. It only had two words: "accident hurt." 

A transformation happened; the easy going Jen joking with her mother was replaced by the intense, organized, protective Jen who immediately began formulating a plan. 

"Mom, Matt's been in an accident; he is hurt. I need you to call Madison and have her find out if there is a call for an ambulance in the area. I am going to call Ashley, and you will all receive a text from me regarding hospital location and status updates about Matt's condition. I am driving out there now; he is 5 minutes away to see what I can find out." I was short and to the point, and my mother knew this was serious; she was already dialing Madison.

I hurried out of the garage and got into my car. I set my phone on the mount I had. Luckily, Matt and I discussed that all members of our group should have the family tracking app active in case one of us is in trouble and we need to find them ASAP.

As soon as the garage door opened, I drove fast, but not recklessly, to the scene. 

As I got to the scene, my breath caught in my throat. It was bad; bad enough that one or both drivers could be dead. Matt's car was wrapped around a tree. The only little bit of good news is that it looks like the impact with the tree happened behind the driver's door, but the driver compartment was still badly compromised. 

The other car was completely enveloped in fire; the only thing I could tell was that it was upside down, and it was nothing but a twisted box—nothing more descriptive than that. 

There was a sheriff's vehicle already on scene, and the ambulances and fire were pulling up at the same time I was. I jumped out of my car and carefully made my way closer to the area the sheriff was in. He started to stop me from getting closer, but I yelled to him that I was the man's wife and a friend of Dt. Madison Peterman. 

He hesitated but motioned me over. He said Matt was in bad shape—multiple broken bones from what he could tell but he has been burned on his face and scalp, as well as his arms and back. He warned me that he looked bad. I pushed past him; I almost dropped to my knees. My Matt was almost unrecognizable; he was covered in soot, dirt, and blood. 

I looked at the girl; she seemed pretty banged up but in much better shape than she should have been given Matt's appearance and the fact that her car took the brunt of the damage. 

I waved the EMS workers over to my husband; he was definitely the more critical of the two patients. They took over as I asked where they were taking him. Once I knew it would be Sharon General Hospital, I let them do their thing. I immediately texted our group, letting everyone know he would be sent to SGH and that he was in critical condition but was still alive and breathing. 

I received confirmation that everyone knew what was going on and that they were meeting at SGH as quickly as they could safely get there. I got back to my car and headed there immediately. To get the paperwork and his medical history given to the ER doctors. Everything after that was a blur. 

It was about 10 p.m. before the doctor came out to talk to us. He had a bit of an odd expression, not just at seeing us four together, but there was something else too. 

"Mrs. Cole, I am Dr. Faulk, and I wanted to update you on your husband's condition and hopefully ask you a few questions that right now I don't have answers to." 

"Of course, Dr. Faulk, is there a problem?" I said I was anxious to help if I could. 

"Problems?...well I wouldn't put it that way, more like abnormalities. Let me explain: based on the speed and the type of impact your husband had, we would expect him to have significant broken bones in his left arm, his left ribs, and even a fractured hip or femur. When we took an x-ray, he had a few hairline rib fractures and a wrist fracture; all the rest are soft tissue injuries, and even those are not that bad considering. We noticed an abnormality in his bones and did a Dexa scan; his bones are twice the thickness of people his age should be." He finished looking for some type of recognition that I knew this about his history. "We have seen things similar to very elite athletes like strongmen who lift hundreds of pounds; it forces the body to increase the density of their bones to support that type of activity, but as far as we know, your husband doesn't do that type of activity." He finished. 

"I agree with you, Dr. That is odd, and I don't have a good explanation for that. But could we get back to his injuries and see if he is going to be OK? How about his head and brain or the burns I saw he suffered?" I asked a little desperately.

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Cole. The good news is that only the burns on his back and his arms were 3rd degree burns; the burns on his face, scalp, and chest were what we call a flash fire from an explosion. It burns very hot, but for a fraction of a second, only damaging the top layers of skin, so he should have minimal scarring, and his hair should grow back quickly too. We are dressing all his burns with special burn cream and bandaging to reduce any need for debridement." He said.

"How about his head and lungs, Dr.? Is there any chance of brain injury from the crash or lung damage from the smoke?" I asked, seeing these as the only two unknowns left. 

"There were no issues with a TBI; thankfully, his scan showed no trauma to the brain. Although there were some interesting areas that were active during the scan that are not normally active, we don't know if that is normal for him or if this is a symptom of his lack of consciousness.

As far as the smoke inhalation, it is probably his most significant injury. He will need some respiratory therapy and possibly surgery to make sure his lung functions are close to normal. But if he hadn't gone in to save that woman, she wouldn't be here; it's why his lungs and the burns were so bad; he refused to give up trying to get her out." He finished with some pride, saying, "He really is a hero." The doctor completed his thought. He thanked the group and told them he thought in a few hours they could see him in person. 

With everything being handled and the worst of things over with, Jen finally sat down and was able to come out of crisis mode, crying softly into her mother's shoulder and new sisters arms, allowing them to be her strength for a little while well, she processed almost losing Matt tonight.