Re: Informed consent AU M/L ADULT 05/04/2010(2)
Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:02 am
Jeff watched the boy's eyes flare slightly – then he sighed in apparent resignation. He walked by Jeff as if he didn't even see the shotgun and went outside, leaving Jeff Parker with a very vexed looking daughter.
“Do not EVER call Max a monster – not ever again – or it will be the last you ever see of either of us. And for your information, I have every intention of carrying his child - our child, until it is old enough to walk on its own,” she said moving her right hand to her lower abdomen which she covered protectively. “What's more, everything is alright – or it will be when Max and I get a few things straightened out. As long as Max and I are together everything can't help but being alright. Do you have any idea what he's been doing these last six months? Look at this,” she said, moving her armas and making a fist and opening it again. “Do you have any idea how much physical therapy it takes to keep someone in a coma for eighteen months from getting frozen joints? I doubt it. Max did range of motion exercises on me three times a day – when he wasn't feeding me – or washing me – or changing my diapers – or using his powers to do MY laundry.. He spent twelve hours a day taking care of me and six hours a day trying to find a way to either cure me or put me in suspended animation – like he was for all those decades he was an embryo before he was finally incubated. And what little time he had left he either joined me in any dreams I had to keep me company so I wouldn't go insane – or spent every sleeping hour looking for my dream and hoping he'd be able to join me. Max gave up a year and a half of his life to try to help me, he loves me and I love him, so don't you EVER speak like that about him again.”
Jeff Parker wasn't a stupid man. He wasn't a cruel or bigoted man either. All he was was a father who loved his daughter – a father who had been driven to the edge himself by grief and guilt and the fear – no, worse than fear, the certain knowledge that he had lost his daughter forever. When he heard the second word that his daughter had spoken to the boy – check that, to the young man – Jeff had realized that he had badly misjudged his daughter's feelings for him. And objectively, Jeff had to admit that the young man who was waiting outside had put his life on hold for a year and a half – had taken care of his daughter far better than she would have likely been cared for in the nursing home. OK, getting Liz pregnant while she was in a coma was way out of line even if in his obsession Max had really believed they were married – well, it was still out of line but if Liz was this attached to him – even if it was that she'd merely bonded to him in her loneliness – even if it was some variant of Stockholm syndrome, Jeff knew he needed to tread lightly. If he didn't he could easily lose his daughter.
“Liz, I'm sorry. I don't want to anger you and I certainly don't want to drive you away. I am so happy to find you conscious and out of your coma – and I am sorry I said what I did. I obviously misinterpreted your feelings about this – and I even have to agree with a lot of what you've said about Max. He worked hard – getting you to see the best specialist in the world. I have to admit that I don't understand these machines – or what he was trying to do – but I have to admit that this place isn't what I expected to find. Your physical condition – excepting the pregnancy – is far better than I would have ever anticipated, and that couldn't have been easy for Max to do. I have to be honest with you though, I think his idea to have sex with you while you were in a coma – even if he thought you were married – goes beyond appropriate.”
There – it was said – and it was the truth. Maybe, Jeff thought, he had misjudged the young man – maybe the young man really had Liz's best interest at heart – but what he had done as his daughter lay comatose and unable to even know what was happening to her – let alone consent, although he was starting to doubt that the latter would have been an insurmountable problem for the young man had she actually been awake...
Liz looked at her father and shook her head, a small indulgent smile finding its way to her lips.
“Daddy, do you have any idea how much you and Max are alike? I mean I know you can't heal people, or move things with your mind, but in the ways that really matter – do you have any idea? It wasn't Max's idea to get me pregnant – or even to have sex with me. It was mine.”
“Yours...?”
“Do not EVER call Max a monster – not ever again – or it will be the last you ever see of either of us. And for your information, I have every intention of carrying his child - our child, until it is old enough to walk on its own,” she said moving her right hand to her lower abdomen which she covered protectively. “What's more, everything is alright – or it will be when Max and I get a few things straightened out. As long as Max and I are together everything can't help but being alright. Do you have any idea what he's been doing these last six months? Look at this,” she said, moving her armas and making a fist and opening it again. “Do you have any idea how much physical therapy it takes to keep someone in a coma for eighteen months from getting frozen joints? I doubt it. Max did range of motion exercises on me three times a day – when he wasn't feeding me – or washing me – or changing my diapers – or using his powers to do MY laundry.. He spent twelve hours a day taking care of me and six hours a day trying to find a way to either cure me or put me in suspended animation – like he was for all those decades he was an embryo before he was finally incubated. And what little time he had left he either joined me in any dreams I had to keep me company so I wouldn't go insane – or spent every sleeping hour looking for my dream and hoping he'd be able to join me. Max gave up a year and a half of his life to try to help me, he loves me and I love him, so don't you EVER speak like that about him again.”
Jeff Parker wasn't a stupid man. He wasn't a cruel or bigoted man either. All he was was a father who loved his daughter – a father who had been driven to the edge himself by grief and guilt and the fear – no, worse than fear, the certain knowledge that he had lost his daughter forever. When he heard the second word that his daughter had spoken to the boy – check that, to the young man – Jeff had realized that he had badly misjudged his daughter's feelings for him. And objectively, Jeff had to admit that the young man who was waiting outside had put his life on hold for a year and a half – had taken care of his daughter far better than she would have likely been cared for in the nursing home. OK, getting Liz pregnant while she was in a coma was way out of line even if in his obsession Max had really believed they were married – well, it was still out of line but if Liz was this attached to him – even if it was that she'd merely bonded to him in her loneliness – even if it was some variant of Stockholm syndrome, Jeff knew he needed to tread lightly. If he didn't he could easily lose his daughter.
“Liz, I'm sorry. I don't want to anger you and I certainly don't want to drive you away. I am so happy to find you conscious and out of your coma – and I am sorry I said what I did. I obviously misinterpreted your feelings about this – and I even have to agree with a lot of what you've said about Max. He worked hard – getting you to see the best specialist in the world. I have to admit that I don't understand these machines – or what he was trying to do – but I have to admit that this place isn't what I expected to find. Your physical condition – excepting the pregnancy – is far better than I would have ever anticipated, and that couldn't have been easy for Max to do. I have to be honest with you though, I think his idea to have sex with you while you were in a coma – even if he thought you were married – goes beyond appropriate.”
There – it was said – and it was the truth. Maybe, Jeff thought, he had misjudged the young man – maybe the young man really had Liz's best interest at heart – but what he had done as his daughter lay comatose and unable to even know what was happening to her – let alone consent, although he was starting to doubt that the latter would have been an insurmountable problem for the young man had she actually been awake...
Liz looked at her father and shook her head, a small indulgent smile finding its way to her lips.
“Daddy, do you have any idea how much you and Max are alike? I mean I know you can't heal people, or move things with your mind, but in the ways that really matter – do you have any idea? It wasn't Max's idea to get me pregnant – or even to have sex with me. It was mine.”
“Yours...?”