Bigrig Ch. 04

Jonathan tried on the other six pair, to be sure they all fit him the way he wanted. He then put on the older pair, so they could continue their shopping spree. Greg slipped a T-shirt, over the one the youth had on. Satisfied it fit, he let the youth pick out the ones he wanted, in the same size.

He then took him to the shoe department, having him try on a couple pair of new tennis shoes. Finding the right size for him, they moved through the store grabbing a couple bags of socks, a couple storage bins with drawers, and a couple extra pillows.

Once they checked out, Greg went to the drive-thru of a fast food joint. They ordered a value meal each, and headed home.

Lugging everything into the apartment, Jonathan went right to the small laundry room, hidden behind folding doors. He loaded the machine with the jeans, pouring extra softener in the compartment. Putting the lid down he set the cycle to wash, closed the doors, and took the bins upstairs.

"Stack those over by the window there." Greg told him, as he covered the extra pillows with cases.

"Okay." Jonathan carried them to the window, stacking one atop the other.

"When yer clothes are done you can put 'em away in those, if you like." Greg suggested.

"Okay." Jonathan perked, as the small closet Greg was letting him use, was full.

"Did you remember to get yer hair thingys, and all that?" Greg asked then.

"Yes, I did. I got my house slippers, too." Jonathan volunteered.

"Good." Greg was relieved. He really didn't want to make an extra trip out to Bruce's house. Especially now that he was gone. "You ready to eat?" Greg asked then.

"Sure..." Jonathan followed the man down into the living room then the dining room.

He and Greg sat at the round table, eating their lunches. Jonathan only ate a small portion of his sandwich, after consuming the small fries.

"You don't eat much, Jonathan." Greg commented.

"I can't. I get full too fast." He confessed.

"You haven't been belted in the stomach, side, or from behind, have you?" Greg asked then.

Jonathan nodded as he sipped his drink.

"Hard?"

"Yeah... I couldn't breathe for a long time. It made me pass out." His expression was so very serious.

"Did you notice a change in your eating after that?"

"A little... I didn't get hungry for a couple weeks. Then when I did eat I couldn't eat much."

"Did you have pain or soreness when you ate?"

"A little..."

"Do you still experience pain or soreness?"

"Sometimes... Why?"

"Would you let me check you?" Greg prepared to stand, knowing the youth wouldn't protest.

"Sure..." Jonathan shrugged, as if it were nothing, really.

Greg stood, moving to him. Standing to the left of the youth, he began to feel around the stomach area, gently. "Tell me if you feel pain or soreness, when I press." The man stated gently.

Pressing here and there, Jonathan would shake his head slightly over and again. The man finally placed his fingers, in an area just under the ribs pushing, in and upward. Jonathan gasped, passing out right away.