78 Too Tired

Bokuboy

“We don't have to construct any work areas for the lab workers?” Arnold asked when all of the stations had been set up and the microscopes and supplies had been distributed.

Hamil shook his head. “This is only a practical lesson and not something that the regular students will be doing as a job. It may come up occasionally, and that's why they need to understand how to do it.” He explained. “The lab workers already know how to do all of the basic things, which is why we usually prep normal display specimens beforehand. It's only when I introduce new items or items that they need to dissect themselves that they get their hands dirty and learn something new.”

“Don't they practice?” Arnold asked.

Hamil laughed. “We're lucky that they stay for the entire class some days.” He said. “You can't blame them, especially if lab work isn't going to be their focus.”

“What other focus is there?” Arnold asked.

“Mostly research in related areas. This course gives a great background for every possible field that uses biology in some capacity. I suspect a lot of them will either become teachers or research assistants in various labs, where dissections are only a small part of their actual work.” Hamil said and looked at the clock on the wall. “It's also just past lunch time.” He said, a little surprised. “Well, we're done a long time before I thought we were going to be.” He said. “Help me cover up the place settings with sterilized cloths and then you can leave for the day.”

Arnold helped cover everything and then went to the lab door. “Sir, is there anything else you need my help with that you might have forgotten?”

Hamil laughed. “No, my boy. You can go on back to your dorm and relax.”

“Yes, sir.” Arnold said and left the lab and walked the eight minutes to go back to the dorm and went inside. He saw Doris and she stood up for a moment, then she sat back down.

“You're back a little late for lunch.” Doris said.

“I have the rest of the day off.” Arnold said, and Doris had a very impure thought pass through her mind. She tried to shake it off and gave him a big smile.

“Cissily should be over soon with my lunch.” Doris said. “You can stay here and share it with me.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and walked around her desk, moved her chair back a little bit and eased her knees apart, then he sat down on the floor between the chair and the desk. Doris stared at him with wide eyes as he made himself comfortable between her legs. The chair was kind of short to accommodate her shorter legs, so Arnold rested his arms on her thighs and relaxed, just like the professor had told him.

The best part about where he sat, was that no one walking by would be able to see him. There was an eight inch high piece of polished wood and shelf on the front of the desk that stopped people from seeing what Doris was doing on the desk. You could still see her from mid-chest up, even from outside the building; but, other than that, she was hidden behind the desk. Arnold would be completely out of sight until someone walked over to the desk and leaned over the shelf and looked down.

Doris was too surprised by this to speak, then the front door of the dorm building opened and Cissily strode in wearing white tights and a white halter-top and she carried a plastic bag. Her short afro and dark skin were completely contrasted by the bright white and she stood out like a beacon that almost hurt the eyes to see.

“Hi, Ma.” Cissily said and walked over to the desk.

Doris quickly stood up to stop her daughter from coming too close. Since Arnold was resting on her thighs, the movement pushed him forward and his forehead made a loud thump sound when it hit the edge of the desk. Doris' face turned bright red as Arnold slumped to the floor and under the desk. Fortunately, that moved him completely out of sight.

“OH! Did you bump your knee again?” Cissily asked.

“Y-yes.” Doris lied and leaned to her right a little. “I'm... okay. Just... I'm not going to be good company right now.”

“I hear that.” Cissily said and put the plastic bag with her mother's lunch on the shelf. “I'll see you at home tonight.”

“I might be late.” Doris said and leaned forward a little.

“Yeah, returning student count, I know.” Cissily said. “Bye, Ma.”

“Bye.” Doris said and anxiously watched her daughter as she slowly walked away. As soon as she was out the door, Doris pushed her chair back out of the way and knelt on the floor. “Oh, Arnold.” She said and gently touched the large lump on the front of his head.

Doris wasn't sure how she had managed to move him from under the desk and into the back room without anyone seeing her. He was damn heavy and hard to handle, mainly because he was just dead weight. Unlike what she had seen on television and in the movies, moving an unconscious person was not an easy task, especially if you were alone.

*

Arnold woke up and didn't remember going to sleep. He blinked his eyes and looked up at a really small ceiling, barely ten feet by ten feet, then he turned his head and saw a really weird expression on Doris' face.

“You're finally awake!” Doris said and leaned close and kissed his cheek. “I was so worried!”

“Where am I?” Arnold asked.

“It's a small room behind my desk at the dorm.” Doris said. “I'm allowed to take breaks and sometimes if I'm here too late waiting for students to come back, I'll sleep here and get up in the morning.”

Arnold tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He tried to touch it and Doris caught his hand and eased him back down to lay on the bed.

“The nurse said not to touch it and for me to keep an eye on you.” Doris said. “You banged your head pretty hard on my desk and your forehead is pretty swollen.”

“Is that what happened?” Arnold asked. He didn't remember doing that.

“Yes, and it was my fault. I'm so sorry.” Doris said. “Please forgive me for being so careless.”

“Okay.” Arnold said.

Doris was a bit surprised that he would forgive her so quickly for hurting him. The nurse said there was a chance for a concussion, even on a small injury, and Arnold needed to be watched and not allowed to fall back asleep. It was going to be a long night for the both of them. She had even called Cissily and told her that Arnold was hurt and that she was taking care of him. Cissily had visited and seen the state he was in and wanted to stay, too.

“No, no. You go home and relax with your friends. This is my job as a dorm mother.” Doris had said and Cissily reluctantly left. That had been an hour ago and Doris had debated heavily about calling Kelly to let her know. In the end, she decided it was wise to call and to tell her Arnold had fallen and banged his head, then she explained about having the nurse check him and she had him in bed resting.

Kelly didn't like hearing that he was hurt and wanted to rush right out to the college, as did Annie; but, it was getting late and he was being well taken care of by Doris, so she reluctantly had to rein in her emotions and agreed not to come out... if Doris texted her every half an hour to let her know how Arnold was.

Doris did that now. 'He's awake and doesn't remember hitting his head. The nurse said that was normal.'

'Ask him his name and who his girlfriend is.' Kelly typed back.

“Arnold, what's your name?” Doris asked him.

“Arnold Strickland.” Arnold said.

“Who is your girlfriend?”

“Kelly Kendall.” Arnold said.

'He got both answers right.' Doris typed.

'Thank god.' Kelly typed. 'You should ask him random questions at different times and see if he gets anything wrong.'

'That's what the nurse said, too.' Doris typed. 'Don't worry, I'll take good care of him.'

Kelly looked at her cell phone and sighed. She resisted the urge to respond that it was supposed to be her job. 'Give him a kiss for me and tell him I'll see him on Saturday.'

'All right. I better go. I'll text again in half an hour.' Doris said and put her cell phone aside. “That was Kelly. She said that she'll see you on Saturday.”

“Is that all?” Arnold asked, because that was a lot of typing for such a short sentence.

“She... also said to give you a kiss from her.” Doris said.

“Okay.” Arnold said and Doris leaned over to kiss his cheek. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her down, and to Doris' utter shock, he gave her a four second kiss on the lips instead.

“A-Arnold!” Doris exclaimed and put a hand over her mouth. “Wh-what was that?”

“That's how I kiss Kelly.” Arnold said and closed his eyes.

“NO! Don't fall asleep!” Doris said and shook him slightly.

“I'm tired.” Arnold said.

“Please, stay awake and talk to me.” Doris said, her voice full of worry. “I need you to... to... tell me about work! What did you do today?”

Arnold blinked his eyes and looked at her. “I showed up early...” He said and started to drone on about what he did at work.

Doris kept Arnold talking, texted Kelly every half an hour like she wanted her to, and she did her best to try and stay awake. She made it almost halfway through the night when drowsiness started to overwhelm her senses. She had been awake for as long as Arnold and it wasn't being hit on the head that made him tired, just the sheer length of staying awake for almost twenty hours straight was enough.

She had just finished texting Kelly that Arnold was 'feeling flaghksh' and her head nodded as she started to lose consciousness. She jerked slightly and looked at her hand and didn't remember texting, then she blinked her eyes and her phone was on the floor and her head was resting on the firmest warm pillow she had felt in a long time.

Doris jerked again at the thought, then she closed her eyes to try and get her bearings. She knew that was a mistake and couldn't remember why it was, so she climbed onto her bed and hugged the firm pillow to try and figure the problem out. When she tried to hug it tightly, her bustier dug deep into the underside of her chest.

“Owww.” Doris moaned sadly and sat up, half asleep, and took off her blouse. She deftly unhooked the clasps on her bustier in the back and dropped it to the floor. “Oh, that's... really sore.” She said and touched where the underwire had dug into her skin, then laid back down and hugged the pillow. When the pillow hugged her back, she sighed happily. “Thank you.” She said and kissed it.

A moment later, Doris felt a gentle massage under her breasts on the sore spots and she moaned in pleasure, took a deep breath and let it out, then drifted off to the best sleep she had ever had. It never once occurred to her to ask how a nice firm pillow could give her gentle rubs.