Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 232 Against The Second Rule

"What seems to be the problem, dear?" The nurse asked, addressing Grandpa, and taking the spot that Stephen had been occupying beside the bed.

"Pain. It's really bad. Right now," he labored out, breathing in ragged paces.

Stephen melted back away from the bed, letting the nurse and Grandma hover over him. He felt Grace's presence against him shortly, and together they stood, and waited, as a new medication was approved and finally sent up from the hospital pharmacy.

"We're going to try this new medication now," said the nurse after she returned. "It may make you pretty loopy, or even just send you straight to sleep, but it should help with the pain regardless."

"Okay," he managed, as any more talking was just about impossible in his current state. Grandma held his hand on his undamaged side, as all attention focused on the young nurse readying the new medication for use.

"I feel like we should give them some s.p.a.ce right now." Stephen felt the weight of Grace's mind on his, her telepathic words imprinting on his brain.

Stephen nodded, the same thoughts running through his mind as well. He hated seeing his grandfather in pain, and feeling truly helpless to do anything about it. The last thing he wanted was to be in the way, in the cramped hospital room, and add any delay into Grandpa receiving the medication he needed.

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He pulled Grandma aside, and said lightly to her, "Grace and I are going to wait out in the hall until this is over. Let us know when the nurse is done?"

"Of course, dear," she said, sympathetically, touching his shoulder lightly. She embraced the both of them in turn, and then turned back to grasp Grandpa's hand tenderly. It was enough to make Stephen smile briefly, despite the circ.u.mstances, before he grabbed Grace's hand and led them outside the room and back out into the hall.

Just about as soon as they were clear of the room, Stephen stopped, falling back against the wall with a look of deep pain in his eyes. They searched out Grace's own, the question forming in his mind before they could even pa.s.s his lips.

"Grace," he asked, hoa.r.s.ely, with a level yet frenzied look written into the contours of his face. "Can't you do anything about this?"

Her eyes closed for a moment, before a single solitary tear formed and began a lonely trail down her pale cheek. She shook her head, "I'm so sorry, Stephen."

"There's nothing?" He groaned. "Can't I wish for his pain to lessen, or anything like that?"

"I'm afraid not," she replied, her eyes drifting down towards the floor.

"But that is love, though, Grace. I love them. You told me before my wishes had to be grounded in love for them to work. Well, I love my grandparents and I wish for his pain to lesson." His eyes flashed, a moment of steel and fire, as if his will alone would make the task complete.

Grace a.s.sumed a generally fearful look, as if she was petrified of the words she was about to speak. "Yes, Master. I did say that, but it needs to be romantic love. Not familiar love, that won't work. That falls outside the limits of rule 2," she spoke, softly.