When Sasha returned he found Miru asleep. The boy looked peaceful as he lay agianst the white sheet. Sasha sat down in his chair and opened a magazine about gardening. Miru rolled over in his sleep and made a groaning noise. Sasha watched Miru, noticing a slight frown come to the boys face as mirus breathing quickened. The boy snuffled and grumbled something in his sleep, then he started mumbling recognizable words.

“Please, no...” Miru moaned, “Stop. Stop! Get away!” He cried louder. “Don’t touch me!”

Sasha set down the magazine and stood up. He stood next to Miru's bed and called his name quietly.

“Miru...wake up Miru.” He placed his hand gently on mirus shoulder and the boy flinched.

“Yes sir I’m sorry sir,” Miru gasped, “I am all yours.” The boys tightly shut eyes were teary and his breathing was ragged.

“Miru, wake up. It’s me.” Sasha said softly. Miru jolted awake, kicking the blankets off his bed.

He looked up, eyes wide, and saw Sasha .

“Agent Slava,” Miru sighed, relaxing.

Sasha glanced down mirus body, noticing the boys hospital gown was shifted out of place.

“Here Miru, you should cover yourself.” Sasha smoothed down the gown so it was covering what it was supposed to.

“I’m sorry,” Miru Said embarrassedly. “I didn’t realize.”

“No problem.” Sasha replied, pulling the blanket back up over the young man. He smiled at Miru lovingly and turned to go back to his chair.

“Wait.” Miru whispered.

“Yes?” Sasha turned back.

“Officer Slava...I’m worried.” Miru cast his eyes down. Sasha pulled his chair up right next to mirus bed and sat down.

“What are you worried about? Do you want to talk about it?” He offered. Miru sighed.

“I feel like...I’m useless. I’m damaged goods. My life is worthless.”

Sasha shook his head.

“No miru. I know it feels like that right now, but I promise there’s a lot for you in this world. Nothing that’s happened to you is your fault, and you can leave your past behind. It doesn’t have to effect the rest of your life.”

Miru thought for a moment.

“But...my body is ruined. I never want a person to touch me again, and yet...I still have desires.” Miru looked frustrated and upset. He didn’t meet Sasha’s eyes. Sasha nodded slowly, remembering what the abuse therapist had said.

“Miru, if you want, you can have no one ever touch your body again. I’m sorry I have to be the one to suggest this, but you can have pleasure without anyone else. You control your own body. No one can force you to do anything. And if you want pleasure, you can give it to yourself.” Sasha stumbled on his words, feeling awkward. Miru puzzled over Sasha’s words.

“You mean...like touching myself?” He asked. Sasha gulped and looked away as Miru put his hand to his crotch.

“Yes, that, but have some privacy. You don’t have to be on display for other people.” Sasha looked anywhere but at miru.

“Oh.” Miru looked up at Sasha, hesitating. “Mr. Slava? I feel...needy. I hate it.” His voice was heavy with defeat.

“That’s normal Miru.” Sasha kindly explained. “It will take a while for your libido to go back to normal, for now don’t be upset you feel that way. Just take care of it yourself if you like and you might feel better.” Sasha got up to give Miru some space.

“I’m going to do...a thing. I’ll be gone 20 minutes or so, ok?” Sasha walked to the door, but again Miru cried out.

“Wait! ...will you stay?” He said pitifully.