Evolution In A Nutshell
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Marko Spring always felt 1000 feet tall when he was behind a mic. Even
at some lawn gig at some asshole Junior's house party. What do you
expect while everyone in the band is still in high school? As the power
chord to end their second to last song hung in the air, He pushed his
sweaty hair out of his face and leaned in close to the mic.
"Hey everybody. This is our last song. The asshole screaming at you all
night is Marko Spring. The creature on the drums, more caffeine than
man, is Ugly Doug. The talent for the rhythm section is your girl Max.
And the pretty one over there on guitar is Stevie X. We are 3 arm Sally
and this is a cover."
The guitar riff that signals the start of "We are all we have" by the
Casualties came in just as Marko finished their goodbyes and the band
kicked off like a rocket. Doug was off on the snare and Stevie was hammy
on the solo, but it came together okay. The crowd was mostly
indifferent, but that was pretty much expected.
When the set finished, the band quickly packed up their gear. One good
thing about being a poor local band was you don't have any big stacks to
worry about and since everything was garbage, you didn't feel pressured
to pack up gingerly. This made teardown super quick.
After the hasty teardown and ritual jamming of equipment into Doug's
station wagon, the band mad their way over to one of the still operating
kegs. A lanky man in a leather jacket came up behind Max and wrapped his
arms around her. He bent slightly and planted a kiss on the top of her
head. She glanced quickly to her side to confirm his identity then
wrapped her arms over top of his. The lanky man, Max's boyfriend Cal
nodded his hellos to the rest of the band but didn't say anything.
They quickly fell into the usual groove of pounding cheap drinks and
balancing trying to be cool while being appropriately distant. By the
time the party was winding down, they were all pretty drunk. Marko, as
usual, had the least to drink. He claimed it was to protect his voice,
but in truth he just didn't like beer that much. Even so, he had still
put on a decent buzz.
Doug passed out on the lawn and somewhere around 1 AM. Stevie had gone
inside with one of the girls who lived at the house in a process he
referred to as "groupie surfing, for safety". As Max, Cal, and Marko
made their way to Max's car, she stumbled and fell. Cal reached down to
help her up but soon found himself falling to the ground as well.
In what would prove to be one of the most momentous decisions of his
life, Marko decided that they were too drunk and snatched the keys from
Max's pocket as he helped them up. He loaded them into the car with
token assistance from them, then got into the driver's seat. He put it
in gear and took off on what should have been a 4 mile drive to Max's
place. Unfortunately, they wouldn't make it that night.
2
Marko woke up in a haze. He hurt all over. This was profoundly confusing
since he knew that he hadn't had that much to drink the night before. He
tried to reach a hand up to clear the sleep from his eyes, only to have
it catch after a few inches. At that, his eyes snapped open. He took in
the scene and saw that he was in a hospital bed. Shortly after, he
noticed that he was handcuffed to the rails.
"Fuck."
It took him several seconds to find and push the call button.
"What the fuck happened last night?"
A few minutes later, a harried looking woman in a set of scrubs snatched
a clipboard from off the door and walked into the room. "How are you
feeling ... Chase?"
Chase shook his head slightly and responded, "Like I got hit by a
train."
The nurse clicked her tongue. "Just a sedan actually."
He snapped his eyes toward the nurse. "What?
"That's what we were told anyway. Do you know where you are?"
"... In a hospital?"
The nurse nodded. "Right-o. Any vision problems or unusual sensations?"
"I don't think so. Wait! What about the other two in the car?"
The nurse made a mark on the clipboard. "Sorry. I can't give you any
information on other patients."
"Right, fucking HIPPA."
She shrugged and gave him a sympathetic look.
"So... Why am I handcuffed to a bed?"
"I just know we were told to. You'll have to ask the officer once I
leave."
Marko let out a shiver. Cops were always bad news as far as he was
concerned.
"Feeling like sticking around a while?" Marko asked with a slight smile.
The nurse shook her head. "Sorry. I've got to me on my way as soon as I
make sure you aren't on the verge of death." She began efficiently
taking his vitals.
"Damn," he said only to have a thermometer unceremoniously shoved under
his tongue.
A few scant minutes later, she confirmed his vitals were good and turned
on her heels.
He listened to the footsteps of her rubber soled nurse's shoes fade as
she walked out the door, an ominous silence fell as they faded. It
lasted only briefly before being replaced by the heavier thumping of
someone else approaching the door.
A lanky man in a dress shirt and tie entered the room. "Hello Mr.
Spring. My name is Detective Callahan and I have a few questions that I
need to ask you about tonight."
Marko let out a sigh. "I guess you get to. I can't exactly get away."
The detective looked down at the cuffs and nodded. "Sorry about that.
Before we got a statement from your friend Cal, we weren't sure who you
were. We couldn't risk you making a run before we had an ID."
Marko nodded. That was good. If Cal could talk he wouldn't be too bad
off. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Was Max okay?"
"They aren't sure. Last word I got was that the bleeding is under
control and she should pull through but they aren't sure how her legs
were going to fare."
He shook his head. "Fuck."
"There's a reason that drinking and driving is illegal son. You were
well over the legal limit."
Marko cursed himself. He was sure he hadn't been that drunk but
obviously something had happened and Max got hurt.
"So... can I get the cuffs off now? You know who I am."
The detective seemed to debate it briefly but unlocked the cuffs. Marko
rubbed his wrists which had become stiff being held in place.
The detective pulled out a notebook. "How about you tell me what
happened last night son?"
Marko felt a twinge of anger at being called son by a cop but pushed it
down. He briefly though about denying it but figured with Cal's
statement and whatever bloodwork they did on him that it would only hurt
him long term. He laid out the night as best he could, including loading
up Cal and Max but couldn't remember what happened after he pulled out.
The cop's demeanor eased slightly. Marko figured that he was
anticipating having a big confrontation and denial but just got handed
an easy break.
The cop looked Marko in the eyes. "Based on what we can figure you were
driving down 5th street and had the right of way when another driver ran
a red and hit you in the passenger side. The guy admitted to running the
red so if your blood was clean there would have been no issue. But of
course it wasn't. The hospital put your BAC at 0.1, which is over the
limit. In this state a DUI is normally an e felony with a maximum of one
year in jail."
Marko winced. A year was a long time.
The detective continued. "Of course a DUI leading to bodily injury is
upgraded to a c felony, with a maximum of 5 years."
"5 years? That's bullshit. You said yourself the other guy ran the
light. It wasn't my fault."
The detective shook his head. "Doesn't matter. It is still an injury
resulting from a DUI. Consider yourself lucky. If you had an injury and
had tested at .15 you could have been looking at 10."
Marko slumped down and shook his head.
"That's why we had to deal with the cuffs. I wouldn't worry too much
honestly. You are a minor with no record, so you could get out without
any time and your record is sealed as long as you get charged as a
juvenile. That's up to the D.A. though."
Marko nodded silently. In recognition rather than assent.
"I'll let you rest up kid. Docs say you look okay physically so you
should be able to go home when a parent comes for you."
Marko didn't say anything. The detective turned on his heel and walked
out of the room.
3-
Marko sat on a park bench and loosened the cheap tie on the tie that his
dad had forced him to wear to the meeting with the prosecutor. It had
been a shit heap of a meeting but it was over. They offered him a
juvenile tagged pretrial diversion. It was a pretty sweet deal. Keep his
nose clean for a year and meet the probation conditions and he would
walk with a clean record and no jail time. It was too good a deal to
pass up. It was what he had expected, but still sucked.
He loosened the tie again, as if it would take the weight of the yoke of
the man on his shoulders. It didn't.
He leaned back and looked at the sky. He sat there for several minutes,
just watching the clouds roll on. He was only broken out of his focus
when he felt someone plop down next to him on the bench. He looked to
his side and saw Cal sitting by him.
Cal spoke up. "How'd it go?"
Marko shrugged. "Bout as well as it could have I guess. Probation."
Cal looked down. He was clearly upset.
Marko waited for a few seconds, the tension of the silence building.
Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and asked. "What's wrong man?"
Cal looked up, tears in his eyes. "Her leg is dying man. They are gonna
take it."
Marko shook his head. "Shit man. You sure?"
"She just told me. Surgery is tonight."
"Goddamn it. I have to go see her and apologize man. Now that the
charges aren't pending I should be able to talk to her again."
Cal looked down again. "If you think it would help. Though I suspect she
is pretty pissed at you."
Marko pursed and lips and said, "Yeah. Maybe you are right. It sucks
though. I'd rather it was me if anyone got hurt."
Cal nodded and they sat in silence for several minutes. This time it was
him who broke the silence. "You think you could hang with me today man?
I don't really want to be alone and they booted me from the hospital."
Marko nodded. "Yeah. Sure dude." He wondered why he had been asked. He
and Cal had always gotten along okay but had never been what he would
consider friends. He figured it was maybe just a matter of proximity and
chance but fuck it. The guy was upset and Marko figured it couldn't hurt
to keep him company. He was wrong.
They left shortly after and took the short walk back to Cal's place. The
last thing Marko would remember was walking into Cal's room. A fairly
private loft above his parents' two car garage.
4-
Marko woke up in a haze. "What...?"
He snapped up when something slammed in front of him. His head spun for
a second, then he focused on the scene in front of him. Cal stood on the
other side of a table with one hand on a water bottle. The table was
covered with liquor bottles and there was a baggie of what looked like
weed in the middle of the table. He didn't think Cal even did weed"
I grabbed the water bottle and took a long drink. He felt a little
better.
"Cal, what the fuck happened man?"
He took a deep breath and threw a picture on the table, showing me
passed out among the liquor bottles. The time stamp showed clearly that
it happened after beginning my probation.
I picked it up, confused. "What's this about dude?"
Cal shook his head. "It's about a lesson Marko. I had hoped you would do
a little time, pay for what you did to her."
"Whoa hold on man."
He held up a hand and I stopped talking.
"I don't like this dude, but you have to pay for what happened to Max.
Believe it or not, she doesn't blame you. But I do. If the cops are
going to let you walk, I am going to have to do something. So you are
going to do what I say or I am going to show this picture, and a bunch
of others to your new probation officer."
"What the fuck man? Did you drug me?"
"Shut it Marko!"
I shut up. After all he had a lot of leverage and I didn't want to make
him mad.
"I set this up. Make peace with that. You got a choice. I am going to
make you suffer a little for the next year or you can face 5 in jail and
a record. Your call"
I put my hands up in capitulation. "Fine. I don't want to go to jail
man."
Cal nodded. "Good choice. I hope you can see I take no joy in this
Marko." He reached to a shelf beside him and pulled a bag off of it. He
tossed it toward Marko who deftly caught it.
Marko opened the bag and looked inside. It was full of soft fabrics in a
variety of colors. He looked at Cal. "I don't get it."
Cal nodded. "We are going to start with a wardrobe change. You are going
to wear a bra and panties every day for the next year."
Marko paused briefly to consider his options, but didn't take long to
make a decision. "Okay, but ... why?"
"Easy, I want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to worry all the time
whether someone can see what you are wearing. I don't want to do any
long term damage and this is something you can just strip off."
"Okay, though this does seem at the minimum anti-feminist and maybe a
tad homophobic."
"I'm not in the mood for your shit Marko. You start now. You know where
the bathroom is."
Marko shrugged and stood. He stumbled briefly, still lightheaded, but
recovered. He made his way into the bathroom. He reached in the bag and
felt around until he found something that felt vaguely bra like and
something that felt vaguely not bra like. He drew out a pair of teal
panties and a plain white bra.
He changed into the panties quickly. The bra took a few tries.
Surprisingly, they fit pretty well. Marko was lanky and relatively thin
having cultivated an iggy pop physique and Cal had guessed pretty well
on the size. The cups were empty but otherwise it sat pretty well.
He slipped his clothes back on over the new underwear and walked back
out into Cal's living room.
Cal looked at him. "Okay I can see the bra, pull down your pants."
Marko gave a sigh, then opened and started to lower his pants. When the
band and a bit of fabric had been revealed. Cal said, "That's enough."
Marko pulled his pants back up. "Are you really doing this man?"
Cal just nodded.
Marko shrugged and grabbed his suit jacket from where it had fallen on
the floor the night before. He slipped it on and was happy with how it
covered the telltale bulges from the bra. He threw the bag of intimates
over his shoulder and started to walk toward the door.
Cal said to his back. "I'm serious. Every day. I'll be checking."
Marko just kept walking.
5-
The enormity of what happened didn't hit him until he got home. Luckily
he found a rare empty house. His dad had gone to work already and his
little sister had probably stayed at a friend's house the night before
so he didn't need to explain the mysterious bag of clothes. It was that
though that really brought it home.
Cal might get bored after a while but until then, Marko knew he was
going to have to play along. He stashed the bras and panties in one of
his drawers. He decided after a quick sniff that he was in need of a
shower so he stripped and scrubbed the funk that can only come from a
day in court followed by drug aided blackmail.
After a thorough shower, he walked back to his room and paused. He
briefly considered ignoring Cal. After all he wouldn't be around every
corner. On the other hand, that was a big risk to take for what amounted
to a little risk for public humiliation. He said to himself "Fuck it."
He slipped the bra back on, much more quickly having gotten the trick of
it before. He pulled the panties up and threw on a pair of jeans and a
t-shirt. A cursory examination of himself made him decide that he
couldn't walk around like that, but his trusty leather jacket covered
the telltale bulges easily enough.
He did a little around the house. He had lunch. He was partway through
doing some backlogged dishes when he decided that he was just stalling
from what he actually needed to do. Max was in for surgery yesterday
according to Cal. Part of Marko wanted to go see his friend. He was sure
she needed the support. Another part of him was terrified though. He
wondered if she would blame him. Hell he wondered if she hated him.
Ultimately though, he decided that he at least had to try to go see her.
The trip to the hospital went pretty quickly. It was only about a mile
from Marko's house and the fall weather was just warm enough to be
comfortable.
It was just after 3:00 when he made his way into the hospital. After a
few enquiries to the more friendly looking hospital workers, he made his
way to Max's hospital room. She had been cleared for visitors which was
clear from all the sets of eyes that fell on Marko when he walked up to
Max's door. Surprisingly, most of them didn't seem angry. Cal as the
notable exception.
Max's mother was sitting by the bedside, knitting. It looked like she
had been talking when Marko entered but suddenly stopped. She gave him a
tired smile.
Cal was leaning on one corner, glaring at Marko. The implied threat in
the glare was one to encourage Marko's silence on their arrangement.
Max's father was looking over some paperwork and stopped only to give
Marko a nod hello before going back to the paperwork.
Max herself was laying on the bed in the middle of the room. She was
conscious but tired and from the look of her, probably on some pretty
goods pain killers. She looked at Marko and smiled. He face lit up
through the haze of drugs and exhaustion. "Hey Marko. I missed you. I'm
glad you came."
Marko nodded. "Missed you too Max. They said I couldn't see you while
the charges were pending or I would have come sooner."
"I know. Mom told me. And don't worry. I told them it wasn't your
fault."
He winced at that. Max's parents as if sharing some unspoken signal, got
up in unison and left the room. Cal waited for a few beats but followed
Max's parents shortly after.
Marko forced himself to look down and saw from the outline in the
bedsheet what had happened. It looked like Max's leg had been amputated
about 2/3 of the way up the shin.
Max realized where he was looking. "The doctors say that it is good they
were able to save the knee. It will help me walk faster."
Marko looked up at Max's face. There was a hint of sadness to it then.
"I'm sorry this happened Max. If I had just left you there you might not
have been hurt."
"I told you. It's not your fault. Blame the guy who ran the red and hit
us. You were just trying to help."
"Still, I want to help. Anything I can do, just name it."
Max shook her head and chuckled. "Duh. You are my best friend. Of course
you'll help."
Cal left after a goodbye kiss from Max, but Max's parents returned to
the room to stay after a few minutes. Marko remained at the hospital for
several hours. He knew that Max was pretty far gone, but according to
her parents his presence really improved her mood. He didn't leave until
non-family visiting hours ended at 6. Even then it was only with a
promise to return the next day.
Mara
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