Our little secret

Day 4 (formula)

Dr. J's perspective
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I had been away for the weekend. Spending it with my wife. I didn't think much of it as it was my normal routine until I came back into the hospital. Tom had been weighed 41.2 kg. Fuck, he was tiny. The other doctors we fussing over him, trying to make him eat more. Tom obviously being Tom wanted to do what he wanted to do and that was not eat. The other doctors said he needs to be a healthy weight. He needs a high protein and fat meal replacement 3/4 time a day. With any added food he wanted. Personally I thought he was fine but obviously they weren't happy with his BMI.
I walked into the hospital dining room and observed, Tom screaming at staff. No listening. Freaking out.

"Fuck you!" He screamed. "Get the fuck away from me"

"Tom, if you could just listen. You can eat your food and we can leave you alone but you do need to also drink this formula" a doctor said calmly while 2 security guards starting moving in on him.

"It tastes like shit! And I'm fine! I don't need it!" He screamed

"I get why you think you don't need it but we're thinking of your health. If you don't gain some weight and you get unwell you could be in a very dangerous situation." The doctor replied.

"Here's what I think of your fucking formula".

He ripped of the cap and chucked it over 1 of the security guards. The other tried moving in and Tom chucked a chair at him. The doctor nodded to the other security guards in waiting and they came in. People in the dining hall just watched in awe. I watched in awe. There was fuck all I could do now. He picked up a chair, trying to swing it and all the men surrounding him. He chucked what he could as them. A large security guard grabbed him around his arms from behind and the other security guards swooped in. The doctor slowly walking up to the situation. Everyone just watching him be bundled into a straight jacket. The straight jacket was tiny. Not even a normal 1. It was baby blue and soft looking. They bound his arms up first. Before pinning him on 1 of the long tables, front down. He fought and roared. He reminded me of a baby lion, trying to be vicious. He was no real threat. They strapped up the back with buckles and pulled the arm sleeves around and buckled them on too. Through gritted teeth he was screaming in anger. His legs kicking. They then pulled the strap from the front to back. Imbetween his legs. I walked over while he was still in a frenzy. The security guards rolled him back over. He was still kicking and tossing all ways to get free. The security guards just ignored him and occasionally looked over and laughed. Tom was upset and angry, he felt powerless I could tell.

"Hey, what's up little man?" I said looking down at him. He looked like a half swaddled baby.

"Help me!" He screamed

I looked down at him and addressed the doctor on the other side of the table.

"What's you plan for him" I said

"Well he's refusing to take the formula, we need to take invasive action" he replied

I stood there, thinking in shock.

"I'll feed him it's fine" I said

"I'm not taking that shit!" Tom shouted.

" jay he won't take it" the doctor sighed

The doctor handed a security guard a cup of formula and a rubber cap for it. He strapped the rubber cap on. picked up tom, one arm cradling half his body. Another security guard holding his ankles. The baby blue stripe of the strap Imbetween toms legs was a shocking contrast to his black joggers.

"No! No!" He screamed while the security guard lowered the rubber nipple down towards his lips. Toms head was in the crook of the security guards arm. Toms legs trying to kick.

"No! Stop it! Please! I don't want it!" He begged. "No!"
The security guard catching a gap inbetween his words and forcing the rubber nipple in his mouth. His legs stopped kicking but we're in a frozen running position with the occasional spasm. His eyes wide and watery. The security guard squeezed the bottle of formula to encourage him to suckle. An annoyed squeal and little strain came from Tom.

"Come on, you can do it" the security guard said

Everyone watching in silence waiting for Tom to suckle. Tom continuing to wiggle, strain and squeal. He looked at me.

"Come on little man, you can do it" I smiled.

A single tear fell down toms face. Before swolling and beginning to suckle.

"He's latched and suckling"  the security guard said. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief before smiling.

I stared at Tom, sucking on his bottle. His legs frozen open. His eyes sparkling. His nose ring accentuating his little pointed button nose. He was thinking. What I don't know. I saw the turn in his eyes from sadness to madness. He glanced over to me. Looking me dead in the eye while suckling. A glint of mischief appeared in his eye. He wiggled and got the security guard's attention. The security guard looked down at him. Tom took a deep suck and paused. Then spat his formula in the security guards face. For fuck sake I thought. The other security guards grabbed Tom and slammed him on the table again. Tom laughed like a madman.

"I'm sorry Tom but you've left us with no choice" the doctor said while going through his bag.

"Doc you don't need to do this" I said to him frantically. Knowing what was going to happen.

"He had his chance jay" the doctor said before pulling out a feeding tube.

All the security guards held Tom down. Every inch was covered. I held his head. I could do nothing. Tom screamed. The doctor walked over and began lightly pushing the tube into his nose. It looked like he was having a fit. Tears rolled down his eyes the further the tube went down his throat and into his tummy. Toms screams were high. The doctor attached a funnel onto the end of the tub and began putting the formula inside. Tom screamed, trying his best to break free. The moment I saw the formula get pushed past his nose. He froze. His screams were squeaks. He was being fed.

"Good boy Tom, it'll all be over soon" the doctor said continuing to force feed him.

Tom panted. Trying to thrust his body. Trying to make it stop. With the occasional scream. I stroked  his messy black hair. He looked up at me, the tube in his nose. His eyes, big and watering. Begging. I looked down and wiped the dribble from his mouth. I was helpless there was nothing I could do.