-The condom may have torn - said a voice - we have to wait for the toxicology to arrive.
-I Can't let him in this hallway - another voice shouted - he's bleeding on the floor.
-The room does not have cameras - said the other - we can't open the door to the defense, this is the only opportunity we have. We have to be careful.
-His lawyer is here Aizawa - said another voice - he is waiting for the expertise too, it is too risky to remove him to a room.
-Then give something for placate the pain - he shouted - we've been on this shit hallway for almost two hours, and nobody wants to give him a blanket.
-I understand ... but any medication can compromise the blood test and ... we'll have to wait, that's the best chance we have.
The wait took three hours, three fucking hours when the destroyed figure of Todoroki Shouto was curled up in a wheelchair in the hallway of a hospital wearing only a blanket that had enveloped him when he was rescued. When the expertise finally appeared the whole floor of the hall was red, the nursing staff wanted to clean, but were prevented, it was an odd situation.
In the same hallway, where it should be reserved for the sick and health professionals, were the lawyers for the Todoroki family, Shouto's sister's lawyer, the lawyers for Endevour's agency, Yuuei's lawyer, Aizawa-sensei, Nedzo-sensei, two police chiefs and the social worker from the juvenile court and a bunch of advisors, all of them arguing with each other and waiting for the expertise to arrive.
On the other side, the medical staff looked at Shouto with pity and expectation, so many of the embargoes were filed to prevent the boy from being treated that they were only able to put him in a wheelchair before being removed from it, the hospital's lawyers joined the discussion and now tried to contact a judge who authorized the preliminary examination and that the first aid was applied, but the situation was not going well.
Shouto felt no more, only the life coming out between his legs as the blood dripped, he no longer cried, he just shrank into a mediocre position hoping it was over. He was bruised, heavily bruised, burns all over his body, broken bones, his right eye was almost closed by the growing bruise, but mostly he was open.
He knew his father was violent in some ways, but he had no idea how things could get worse. He was not dumb to think that every sexual relationship would be that way, he knew it was not normal to feel that way, he just ... did not understand how it hurt to be opened that way by his own father. As if his share of suffering was disproportionate to the rest of the world.
He was wrenched from his reverie when a gloved hand gripped his wrist gently trying to catch his eye.
- Shouto? - said the gentle voice - my name is Yuriko Himura, I am the medical expert - he raised his eyes good to her and tried to nod in agreement, but could not, he was so weak, so sore, everything was open - I will face this like an okay. Faust I need you to collect the blood from the ground for me.
- For what? - Said a sharp voice in the hallway.
-This boy's been bleeding for three hours, there may be traces of sperm in this blood - she said harshly.
-That evidence is invalid - said the man - if anything is to be found in this blood, I assure you it will be invalidated, he in this hallway for three o'clock, anyone could have mixed something with that blood to incriminate my client.
-This is speculation - another voice shouted, and the confusion formed, but the boy paid no attention, for Himura finally led him into a room where he would be trained.
The examination took almost an hour, and as soon as she declared it finished the medical team went into action and everything went dark.