Gay Nurse Heals Man With Love

Lieutenant Robert Edward Grayson leaned back into his reclining chair, and grimaced as excruciating pain shot down his spine.
The pills that they had given him last week weren’t doing shit. He had been enduring the lasting effects of his injury for almost ten years now, and almost nothing seemed to ease his suffering.
Sleep, and the occasional bottle of whiskey were the only things that allotted him any relief. He had already attempted to end his life at least a half dozen times, but each and every instance had ended in complete, and utter failure.
The bottle of pills he had taken had been pumped from his stomach.
The razor he had used to slice through his wrists hadn’t been sharp enough to create enough damage, but he had resiliently hacked away at his skin until his brother had found him sitting in a pool of his own blood on the bathroom floor.
He had even tried to crawl through the upstairs window in order to jump from the roof of the house, but his day nurse had found him long before he was able to pull himself all the way through it, and had promptly called the police.
He had spent two weeks in a psych ward after that attempt. Why couldn’t they just let him die?
What was the point of him continuing on this way? He couldn’t work. He could barely walk, and any time that he needed anything someone had to bring it to him.
What kind of life was that? It wasn’t one that he wanted to live, and he just wished that everyone would leave him alone so that he could end things in a dignified manner like a man.
Reaching towards the end table, he grasped onto the television remote, and swore as it slipped through his fingers to land on...