The Nerdy Scientist

Jinny tells the story

Jinny tells the story

I woke up around 4 am feeling sick to my stomach. I jumped out of bed and just made to the toilet before I started puking.That cheap bastard Jake and his rotgut wine. This is his fault,I was thinking as I walked back to the bedroom. Then another wave of nausea hit me, and I quickly returned to the bathroom. I spent another ten minutes in there until there was nothing left to bring up. I went back to bed and managed to sleep for a few more hours.

"So, you guys feel fine? No hangover, nausea, or anything," I said as we were lying in bed, doing the morning checkup on our phones. They both said they were okay, no ill effects from the 'two buck' chuck! I then wondered if there was something in the Thai food that didn't agree with me. I didn't give it much more thought though, as I felt a lot better, in fact, so good that the itch in my pussy resurfaced. Over the past few weeks, I had been insatiable; the desire for sex just wouldn't go away. All I could think about was sucking cocks, eating pussy, and getting screwed. Jake and Amy helped me a bit in that department, but as soon as one session with them was over, the horniness was back again half an hour later.

I thought about pulling back the covers to see if Jake had his usual morning wood. I could straddle it and lower myself so it was deep into my pussy and then rock and roll on it until I was satisfied, if that was possible. But I started feeling nauseous again, not as strong as before but enough to take away my lust, for now.

A few minutes later, Jake and Amy got up and showered while I stayed in bed and hoped that I'd be feeling normal again soon. I was kind of hungry but decided to hold off on breakfast until my stomach was more stable. This was rather unusual territory for me. Over the years, there had only been a couple of times that I'd been sick from drinking too much, and even then, I hadn't thrown up. Could I be, by any chance, pregnant? I tried to remember the date of my last period. I kept a record on my phone. It was over five weeks ago. I had a pretty regular cycle, around 28 to 30 days, so this was a concern.

A lot of thoughts ran through my brain if I was knocked up--DoI want to have a baby? Who is the father, Brad or Jake? Would or should it make any difference who the dad is? Am I responsible enough to care for it? What about financial needs? What toll is this going to take on my body?

"You're very quiet today, Jinny. How are you feeling now?" asked Jake, as we sat around the island, them eating and me sipping on a black coffee.

"I'm still getting a bit of nausea, but I feel a lot better than earlier this morning. I guess the alcohol has to work through my system." I didn't want to say anything about it until I was sure that I was pregnant. I was pretty sure I was.

They left for work, and I was free until 4 o'clock, when I had to get ready for my job, that is, if I was better by then. I decided to go out to a nearby Walgreens to buy a pregnancy kit. I brought it back to the condo, read the instructions, went to the bathroom, peed on the strip, and then waited two minutes. I opened my eyes, and voila--positive!!Oh fuck, what do I do now?But I was actually feeling good about it. I was almost certain that it was Brad's baby. About a month or so ago, quite a while before I'd met Jake, I'd run out of birth control pills. We were trying to be careful until I got a prescription refill, but apparently pulling out your cock just before you cum doesn't work too well!

I wanted to tell someone. I looked at my watch. I had time. I ordered an Uber on my phone and went downstairs to wait for the car. Half an hour later I was at his bedside.

"Brad, I have something to tell you. You're going to be a daddy!" No response. I really wasn't expecting anything, but it felt good that he was the first to know. I've read that people in comas sometimes wake up and say that they were aware of a lot of things happening around them even though they didn't show any sign of it. I was really hoping that somehow it registered in his brain. I spent the next couple of hours talking to him and holding his hand. I told him that I was sure that he was going to be a great dad. All he had to do was wake up. I was feeling fine now; the nausea was all gone. I was back to being horny again! I thought about giving him another 'treatment,' but the curtains were open, and I didn't want to draw attention by closing them. I kissed and held him for a long time and then left and headed for the condo. While on my Uber ride, I felt a bit sick again, so I called into work to let them know I was still looking after Brad, which was more or less true. They were very understanding about it.

Switching to Amy telling the story

Switching to Amy telling the story

There was still a lot of planning and work to do on the proposal before I began my new job running the Marine Environment Association on the Island. I spent the morning writing my job description using some of the wording in the document as well as adding sections to it that I thought should be there. After I finished my first draft, I emailed it to a few of my colleagues for their perusal and suggestions. I received good input from them and made some changes. I thought I should run it by Mr. Parsons to see what he thought of it and hopefully get his approval. I was wondering what kind of reception I'd get from him after what had happened the day before.

After I messaged him, while I was waiting for an answer, I noticed an envelope on the other side of my desk with my name on it that must have been delivered while I was away on a coffee break. I was a bit surprised to even get snail mail these days. Almost everything was by email. The postmark was Seattle, and there was no return address on it. I opened it up, and on a blank sheet of paper there was a cryptic message all in bold uppercase letters--DON'T TAKE YOUR JOB TOO SERIOUSLY, MS. O'BRIEN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. My heart rate spiked as I tried to figure out what this meant and who would send it to me. Could it be the company doing the marina expansion? But my report was finished. Why would they be threatening me now? Then it dawned on me. There was a clause on the final page stating that follow-up measurements of the water quality were required to ensure compliance with the environmental recommendations. And they would know that I was responsible for that. I recalled Mr. Parsons saying that it was going to cost them millions of dollars more as a result of the report. Perhaps they were trying to scare me into falsifying my findings.

Should I tell my boss? I hadn't heard back from him. Perhaps he was avoiding me. I had passed him in the hallway earlier, and he didn't look at me or say anything. He probably thought I was going to tell everyone about the blow job or perhaps blackmail him to keep quiet about it. I had no intention of doing that. I wasn't even going to tell Jake.

I didn't get much work done for the rest of the afternoon thinking about what I should do. I decided to run it by Jake later to see what he thought. Just before leaving, I got a text from Jinny. Jake was also copied on it.I have some big news for you guys! I'll let you know soon.I immediately thought about Brad. Had his condition changed for the better?

Brad telling the story

Brad telling the story

I had just finished another meeting concerning the electric-powered jet project at Boeing and was back at my desk when my personal cell phone dinged.Well, this could be good news, I thoughtreading Jinny's text.I wonder why she's being so secretive.I drove home with some guarded optimism that things might be improving for Brad. Jinny and Amy were busy making supper as I joined them in the kitchen. I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

"So Jinny, what's your news? Is it about Brad? Good or bad?"

"I've been grilling her, but she wanted you to be here before she spilled the beans," said Amy.

"Okay, here it is, and yes, it does involve Brad. You know how I've been extra horny for the past few weeks?"

"Yes," I said, looking at Amy. "We've definitely noticed that," wondering where this was going.

"Well, that is one of the symptoms. Another one is nausea that I've been feeling off and on all day."

Amy was quick to figure it out. "You're pregnant!"

"There is a very good chance of that! I tested myself on a home pregnancy kit today and it showed positive. Of course, I'll have to confirm that at the clinic, but according to a Google search, it's over ninety percent accurate."

"Congratulations," said Amy, hugging her. I also embraced her, but with some reservations about whether this was a good thing for Jinny or not. But of course, she was the judge of that. Also, I was a little concerned that I could possibly be the father. I decided not to bring that up right now as Jinny seemed to be very happy.

After supper, while Jinny was doing the dishes, Amy said she had something to discuss with me. She showed me the threatening note and asked me what she should do about it.

"This is very serious, Amy, but there is no way to know for sure if this is the marina developer, so I suggest that you don't accuse them. But you should definitely bring this to the attention of your employer and the police."

"Thanks, Jake. That is what I thought as well, but I wanted to hear your take on it before I did anything."

I decided to go to the hospital to see Brad. Amy stayed with Jinny. As I was leaving, I looked back to see Jinny naked from the waist up, asking Amy if she could detect any baby bump. I almost went back to take a look myself, but I tore myself away, wanting to spend some time with my son.

As I was walking down the hallway towards his room, I was intercepted by one of the nurses.

"Mr. Hudson, I need to talk to you for a minute before you visit with Brad. Unfortunately, your son's condition has taken a turn for the worse. Late this afternoon he was having trouble breathing, so the doctor decided that he should be put on a ventilator. It was done as a precaution, and it may be temporary, but there are signs that he might be headed for permanent life support. The doctor has suggested that he be monitored for a while to see if he gets better. If he doesn't, then a decision will have to be made whether it is in his best interest to withdraw mechanical means to keep him alive. Since he won't be able to do this himself, his immediate next of kin, you and his mother, will have to decide for him."

"You mean we'll be responsible to decide whether he lives or dies?"

"Yes, that is correct. The hospital staff can counsel you about what is best for him, but the two of you will have to make the ultimate decision."

"Does his mother know yet?"

"Yes, she was here about an hour ago. As you can imagine, she was very upset."

"Is there a set time limit?"

"Definitely not, but if it gets to the point after a few days or perhaps weeks when there is virtually no chance of him waking up and the only thing keeping him alive is a machine, the best advice I can give you is for you to let him go. I'm so sorry to be telling you this," she said, with tears starting to stream down her face.

"Thanks for being so candid with me. What's your name?"

"I'm Jan. This is the worst part of my job. I try to keep it together but it's very hard to do, especially when the patient is so young like your son. If you like, I can get a doctor to talk with you."

"Yes, I would like that. I just don't know what to do now. Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate all the information you've given me, but it would be helpful to talk to someone else about it."

"I totally understand. I'll see if I can find Dr. Singh. He's been the primary doctor looking after your son. He's very busy, but I'm sure that he can spare a few minutes."

"Thanks very much. One more question for you--what did my wife say after you told her?"

"Well, as I said, she was very upset. After a few minutes, she said emphatically, and I quote, 'There is no way in hell that I'm ever going to let my son die.' And then she stomped out of here."

"I'm not surprised she responded that way," I said, thinking that no one, especially me, would be able to talk any sense to her. My first emotional reaction was the same as hers, but at some point a more logical course would have to be taken. Why would we artificially keep him alive if there was absolutely no hope of him ever recovering?.

I went into his room, and a wave of sadness hit me as I saw him lying there with the ventilator attached to his face. I broke down and sobbed. I think it finally hit me that Brad was going to die and that there was no way that I could help him.

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What's that, someone's crying. I think it's Dad. Am I dreaming this, or is it really happening? I hear voices, but I don't recognize them. This is so scary. It seems endless. When will I wake up? I don't even know where I am. Was it days or maybe weeks ago when Jinny was with me? It felt so good. Then it slowly went dark again. You always wake up from dreams, right? I don't want to die. Someone please help me.

Jake held Brad's hand and watched for a sign that he had any awareness of his surroundings. But there was nothing. After half an hour, feeling miserable, he left the hospital and drove back to the condo. Jinny and Amy were watching the news when he joined them in the living room. Jinny hadn't covered up. Her breasts looked even larger now that she was pregnant, and he had a momentary surge of passion, but it didn't last long as he thought about Brad.

"Jake, how is he doing?" Jinny said, sitting there, proudly displaying her tits.

"Not good." He explained to them what the nurse had to say. "There doesn't seem to be a lot of hope right now."

"Fuck, we can't just give up. Isn't there anything they can do for him?" she said, putting on a t-shirt.

"Jinny is right, although from what I understand about comas, after a week or so, it is less likely that they will ever recover. There is a study that I read online, by a respected medical researcher, that has a graph showing the percentage chance of recovery with time. After two weeks, it is down to less than twenty percent," said Amy, using her nerdy scientific voice.

"Well then, we should wait. There is still time. We're not at two weeks yet. I'm going back to the hospital tomorrow morning. Can you please come with me, Amy? Maybe between the two of us we can get some sort of response from him."

"I'd be glad to. I don't have anything pressing right now at work."

"Is there anything new on the threat you received?" said Jake.

"I scanned the note and emailed it to my boss. He said that he'd look into it, but he didn't think there was much he could do considering that there was no evidence to confirm who it came from."

They binge watched several Netflix episodes and then went to bed. They slept together, but due to the worry about Brad, there was cuddling but no sexual activity between them.

Jake was first up and made the coffee. He ate a muffin and scanned his emails while the women slept. He had some meetings that morning and was off to work just as Jinny and Amy surfaced. He kissed them both and then headed out the door. He was feeling like shit, but life must go on, he thought, joining the slow commute to work.

"Jinny, have you got any idea what might help Brad to gain consciousness?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe just keep talking to him to see if we get some sort of reaction. I have this feeling that he's somewhat aware of what is going on, and if we just keep pushing him to wake up, it might work."

"Well, I suppose it's worth a try. There are some unusual cases where people wake up years later and nobody knows what triggers it."

They took the monorail to the hospital and went up to his room. They waited for a few minutes while a nurse freshened him up a bit with a sponge bath. She left the curtains in place when she was finished.

"How is he doing today?" Jinny asked the nurse.

"His vital signs are good, but there is still no indication that he's coming out of the coma. I wish I had better news for you."

She left, and then Jinny and Amy stood on either side of his bed, leaning over close to his ears and starting to talk to him. They kept at it for ten minutes or so, talking about all kinds of things: his family, the weather, world events, and especially his upcoming airport mechanics training course. Nothing.

"Okay, now is the time for drastic action. I think I got some sort of reaction last time, so I want to try it again. Are you with me, Amy?"

"I am pretty sure what you are referring to, but to be sure, are you suggesting that we suck his penis?" she said, in a hushed voice. "Kind of like resuscitation, only instead of mouth to mouth it's mouth to cock?"

"Hey, you made a joke! That's exactly what I mean." Jinny said, laughing and peaking through the curtain. The three other patients in the room were sleeping.

"Now's our chance. I'll go first." You keep watch and let me know if you see any staff coming into the room."

Jinny pulled the covers down and lifted up the hospital gown, exposing his cock. She put her hand around it. There was little response at first, but after a while it started to grow. When it was at half-mast, she started licking the tip and then took some into her mouth. She looked sideways to check out his expression. No change. She moved her lips up and down while she swirled her tongue around the tip. After about five minutes she beckoned to Amy and then whispered, "It's your turn. Maybe you'll have better luck."

Amy got really into it, taking his cock down her throat and then quickly moving up and down on it. Jinny was half looking out through the gap in the curtains and half back at Brad's face. "Oh my god, his eyes just flickered," she said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Keep going! Oh shit, there's someone coming down the hall. It's okay; he walked by."

Brad suddenly opened his eyes wide, let out a big grunt, and yelled, "Oh, fuck! Amy?"

"He's cumming," Amy said, continuing to suck him deeply. Brad stared at her for a couple of seconds and then closed his eyes.

"Keep sucking him, Amy. Don't let him go back to sleep!" But it was to no avail. His cock gradually became limp, and he was comatose again. They tried talking to him and then shook him, gradually increasing the intensity, but he was back into a deep sleep.

"This is so fucking frustrating," Jinny said, with a big sigh. "He was almost there."

"Yes, I agree. He had that kind of surprised look on his face when he briefly focused on me sucking his penis. That is something I guess he would never think I would do to him."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to give up now. I think he's possibly only one blowjob away from waking up for good. But now he needs some recharge time. How about we come back in a few hours and try again?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm going over to the lab for a while. I'll be back around 3 pm, okay?"

"Sure, I'll just hang out here. I have to go to work around four. We'll have time to give him another treatment before I leave."

"You did what?"

"We gave him blowjobs, and he woke up for a few seconds. Isn't that great?"

"Well, I suppose, but just imagine if you got caught by one of the nurses there. You'd be in a lot of trouble."

"I don't give a shit about that. I just want to do everything we can to get him out of that bloody coma."

Jinny and Jake talked for a bit longer on her phone. He finally agreed that everything was on the table if it worked to get a reaction from Brad.

It was hard for Jake to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon. He was in a meeting but was only vaguely aware of what the presenter was saying. He had been convinced that there was virtually no chance for his son, but now by extraordinary means, there seemed to be a ray of hope. Could this possibly work? He decided to leave early and head up to the hospital. He wasn't going to accomplish much anyways.