Plight
A.N: Lots of angst, some gore, cruelty, violence, raw emotion, pain, suffering,& depression. You have been warned, also I don't own Glee.
Chapter 1
Brad could have never seen this coming, a chance passing of an alley ultimately leading to him saving the life of a battered young boy. This boy, wounded, his clothes were tattered and had slashes that made it appear as if he had be attacked to within an inch of his life. Barely conscience and breathing ragged.
But before we can get to that part, we must first understand one of this boy's many plights.
Your no son of ours! these were the words that rung in his mind. The thing he would always remember his parents saying to him. As they threw him out of the house, with nothing more than the clothes on his back, and bruises from enraged fists on his chest. They couldn't get him out of the house fast enough, and so he ran into the dreary night.
He headed to the nearest police station, which was when he got jumped by two muggers who forced him into an alleyway. He didn't have anything to give them, so instead they found it fit to kick him and punch him. One of them had a knife and he cut his shirt and skin in slashes. They broke his ribs and slashed him more and more.
He bled, his broken ribs made it difficult to breath. The muggers fled, after they had enough. I pity anyone else whom had the misfortune to run into them, for that night, they were out for blood. So the boy lay crumpled on the ground, clinging to conscience.
And even though he felt that his life was ruined. Even though he now knew that his only relatives that he had didn't love him. Even in the face of all that had happened because of one loaded sentence.
The teen still had the will to live.
So he mustered up all the strength he could, and let out a yell.
"H-help!" he shook, and without thinking he added a much quieter, "I don't want to die here!"
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Brad was enjoying a brisk evening stroll, even though the night was dreary. The holidays had found him in good spirits. This was the new year, and he was going to start off January right!
He strolled on ward, but then he paused.
What was that? Brad peered into the ominous alley, listening closely.
I could of sworn I heard a-
"I don't want to die here!"
With that Brad rushed into the alley, and his eyes fell upon the boy. The boy managed a weak look at him, and Brad fumbled for his cell phone.
"Hello, this is 9-1-1 what is the nature of your emergency?"
"I'm in an alley, and there is this kid- hang with me kid, you're going to make it, don't you die on me!-he beaten up real bad, he needs an ambulance!
"Calm down sir, please state your location and dispatch will send an ambulance to you"
Brad rattled off the addresses of the two buildings he was between quickly.
"Until the paramedics arrive, don't attempt to move him. Stop any bleeding with applied pressure and try to keep him warm."
Brad took off his coat, and attempted to stop some of the bleeding, and would also keep the boy warmer.
"Stay on the line until the paramedics get there, and notify me of any change in his condition."
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The ambulance arrived, and the paramedics loaded him into the back. They started to try and stabilize him.
The ambulance driver yelled to Brad, "are you riding with him?"
Brad was confused, "I guess I am..." he replied unsure.
He climbed into the back as they sped away to the hospital.
Don't die on me kid, hang in there, you're going to make it...
The thin brown haired boy couldn't have looked more fragile... bruises and cuts, blood and broken bones.
Before he finally lost conscience, he gathered enough air in his lungs, and enough strength to manage to whisper a simple thing.
"A-Andrew... " He breathed out, although the doctors were going to need his last name to find his medical records... he almost couldn't bring himself to say it, "Marksman"
Andrew then slipped into unconsciousness, as Brad leaned in worriedly. The paramedic told him not to worry too much, and that the shock would be less on Andrew's system this way.
Brad still worried for the boy's life, the life that had been so suddenly thrust into his hands.
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The cliché of waking up on a hospital bed, to the sound of a heart monitor. The sound of the heart monitor is comforting, and creepy at the same time...
I didn't expect to see any one there, but the man that had found me sat beside my bed, sleeping in his chair. "Hey... you there!" My voice was raspy and ragged, barely above a whisper. However the man heard me, and stirred in his sleep.
"Oh, your awake, good!" The man smiled "If you're wondering where your parents are..."
I winced, any news about them has got to be bad...
"I don't know how to tell you this, but you have to know" The man seemed uneasy.
I nodded and whispered, "Tell me your name first..." I had to know his name...
"Brad Ellis, and I'm afraid I have bad news for you"
I averted my eyes... This must be pretty bad.
"Your parents..." Brad paused "Disowned you"
Shock... A wall of pure shock
'My parents weren't going to pay for my hospital treatments', I figured that might of been the bad news or 'They refused to show up'. This was worse by so many times... they haven't even invented a finite number 'times worse'! I finally settled on This is a quadrillion times worse than my worst fears!
A doctor came in reading a clipboard, he spoke in an official tone of voice. "Mr. Marksman, Mr. Ellis here has... in light of your obvious physical and parental problems... has agreed to cover your medical expenses."
I looked at Brad shocked at what I was hearing, how could I ever repay him?
"He is also extending his hospitality, and going to offer you a room at his home during your recovery."
Obviously this man had been sent by the very Heavens above, tears of joy streamed down my face. I rasped out "oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
He smiled back at me and simply said "You're very welcome," He said softly, "Now listen to the doctor, he's going to explain the surgery procedures to you."
I nodded as the doctor began reading off his chart.
AN: Andrew changes his last name and meets the Glee club in the next chapter. Also props if you figured out what he said that made his parents so enraged. Good, bad, or just plain ugly?
R&R!