Safely zipped up in Vinnie's backpack, Ryan the jock lay helpless and inanimate for the first time in weeks. After school, Vinnie headed straight to the hospital to visit Bryce McKenna. Bryce had been in a coma for five weeks with a broken neck and head injuries after being hit by a hit and run drunk driver.
Vinnie made sure no one was around when he sneaked into Bryce's room. Rumor around the school had it that Ryan or one of his friends was the driver, but the cops had never proved anything. Vinnie smiled as he raised the sheet, and slid Ryan the jockstrap over Bryce's feet, up his legs and over his limp cock. Ryan screamed as he was sucked out of the jockstrap and into the empty vessel that was Bryce.
The door opened just as Vinnie dropped the sheet back in place.
"Mrs. McKenna, I'm sorry but there's no brain activity. I need your consent to take Bryce off life support and harvest his undamaged organs. I am sorry, but after 5 weeks I don't think there's any hope," said the doctor in a white coat.
"Oh, I don't know?" said a said a depressed middleaged woman in a blue dress. Then she looked at Vinnie and said, "Hello, are one of Bryce's friends from school?" she asked in a suspicious voice.
"Yeah, Miz McKenna?" stammered Vinnie.
Just then the electroencephalogram beeped and the flat line began to jump around.
"What?" said the doctor rushing over to check on Bryce. He opened the eyes and checked the pupils.
"See I told you! I knew my Bryce is alive!"
Vinnie stepped back, and grinned, as more medical staff rushed in. Apparently, the monitors at the nurses station had lit up.