Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Was I stoned? Did Gibsie get me high? That bastard… “Johnny—it’s okay, son.” My father’s voice came from close by. “Don’t be pulling at your IV. You’ll hurt yourself.” “Da?” “I’m right here, son.” The sound of a chair scraping off tiles filled my ears. “Da,” I croaked out, calming when I felt his warm hand cover mine. “Where am I?” I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was close. His voice was right there by my ear, making me feel safe. His hand touched my forehead, brushing my hair back, just like he used to do when I was small. “You’re in the recovery room, son.” Jesus Christ, I was? I could just about remember the ambulance ride to the hospital. Everything was blurry. And painless. I had no pain. Nothing. “You had surgery, son,” my father explained. “Fuck,” I croaked out. “Is my dick still there?” “It’s still there.” Dad chuckled softly. “And my balls?” “Also there,” he mused. “All in working order.” I exhaled a ragged breath. “Thank Jesus.” “Do you remember the match last night?” he asked. “You were in a bad way, son.” “I remember the girl,” I slurred. “Why’s everything dark?” “Because you’re supposed to be sleeping,” my father told me. “It’s six o’clock in the morning. Still dark outside.” “So, no lights anywhere?” I asked, confused. “They’re all gone?” I heard his quiet laugh. “No lights for another few hours, Johnny.” “You’re sure my dick’s still there?” I kicked my feet, but they weren’t being cooperative. “I really like my dick, Da. I’ll cry if it’s gone.” “Most lads ...