Trapped

Part 3

Ethan had to leave Mark for a few days while the group had to kick off the beginning of the your welcome back tour in Orlando. He hired a male home health nurse to look after Mark. He would be returning home in a few days and felt that his choice was a good one

"There you go,Fischbach , I knew you'd want to see this, all your friends onstage," Brian, the male nurse stated as he positioned the wheel chair directly in front of the television screen.

Mark knew that Ethan had left explicit instructions that he was not to watch the live televised show for the Your welcome and Brian went ahead and put him in front of the television set knowing full well that he would not be able to look away. Mark sat, staring at the screen, watching them onstage, feeling hurt.

Brian laughed sarcastically. "Bet you never dreamed you'd be in this predicament three months ago, eh,Fischbach ?"

Brian left the room and came back in with a box of pizza and a 2liter of Coke. Sitting down in view of Mark, he started to eat his meal. "Bet you haven't had something good like this to eat in weeks," Brian commented, mouth full of pizza.

Mark could only stare back at him. Brian had not fed him since he was left in charge seven hours ago. Mark was starving and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"Oh, hey, I just realized I forgot to give you your meds today," Brian slapped himself lightly on the side of the head, pretending to be concerned by his lack of care. "Oh well, it would only serve to make you get well and be more comfortable, no big deal I suppose, right,Fischbach ?" Brian paused for Mark to answer. He laughed when there wasn't any response. "Yeah, I thought so."

Brian got up and started turning lights off. "God, I feel pretty damn tired, watching you makes me tired. I'm going to bed, don't stay up too late," Brian laughed as he turned the TV and the lights out. Mark sat in the livingroom, still strapped in his chair, in silence.

*~*~*~*

Mark awoke in the morning in the same place he was left at the night before. He heard Brian in the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards. "God you'd think for someone being a big YouTube star that these cupboards would hold better food!"

Brian walked out into the living room eating a bowl of cereal. "Hey, I see you're up all ready!" Brian laughed. He stood there for a moment sizing up Mark. "I suppose since your little backdoor buddy will be showing up in about four hours that I should clean you up. You are starting to smell," he stated with disgusted tone in his voice.

Mark just stared ahead. He knew he could turn his head again since he had missed a day and a half worth of medications, but didn't want to let on with Brian for fear he would drug him up.

Brian left the room and returned with a basin of water, shaving cream and razors. "I prefer electric razor on my face, but hell, you ain't going nowhere and I need the practice."

Brian roughly started to shave Mark's face, nicking him several times and laughing as he went along. Mercifully, Brian was interrupted when the phone rang.

Nestor-Darling's, oh yeah he's doing okay. Not a problem I will see you then." Brian hung the phone up and sighed loudly.

Returning to Mark, he wiped the shaving cream off his face roughly. "That was your little gay friend. He's not coming home for another four hours. You are really a fucking inconvenience,Fischbach . I guess we should wash you up so I got that out of the way."

Startled, Mark heard water running in the bathroom. What is he doing? Ethan never runs the shower, he just uses a basin of water

Mark 's worse fears were confirmed when Brian came back into the room and jerked his wheel chair out of the room into the bathroom.