He wandered the street of the small town at night, spinning his keys around his finger. He heard a noise in the distance and froze. He didn't hear anything once more, so he continued.

He felt cold metal against his throat and froze again. "Shit..."

"Hands up, freak."

"The fuck do you want? I don't have any fuckin' money." The knife jerked upward and he flinched back. His mind reeled, trying to think of a way out of the situation. It wouldn't have been a problem at all if he had seen the robber first.

"I don't want money, you piece of shit." He grabbed Otis and shoved him toward an alley. Once they were hidden by the shadows He shoved him against the brick wall. Otis grunted in protest.

"What do you want?" He glared over his shoulder.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" He stabbed Otis in the shoulder, making him cry out in pain. "You. You're the one that took my girl a few years ago...I was with her. You...You took her. I never saw her again."

"What? Man, I don't know what you're talkin' about..."

"Kind of hard to forget a face like yours. You're a fuckin' freak. Fuckin' red eyes and snow white hair. Redneck piece of shit." He kneed Otis in the groin. "Come on, guys. I've got him."

Aw, fuck. Otis thought.

Four dark figures came out of the shadows. He couldn't see their faces, but they were all larger than he was. One held a knife to his throat while one of the others tied him up. He tried desperately to struggle, but fear of the knife slitting his throat restricted his movements.

"I can only imagine what you did to her." He dealt a swift kick to Otis's gut. "How's it feel, jackass?"

Otis groaned. Another kick to the gut. One to the face. He spat blood onto the ground. "Nothin' new to me. You don't fuckin' scare me."

The first attacker drew back his knife and buried it in Otis's thigh. He cried out again. "Don't scare you, huh? Where's that big bravado now, fucking freak?!"

The other four encircled him, and his heart pounded. He hadn't felt this helpless since his childhood. He hated that feeling. Despised it.

They all landed blows on him, beating him until he screamed for them to stop, begging them. He screamed until his voice was hoarse.

"I'll bet she screamed for you to stop, too!"

Otis feebly tried to squirm away, dragging himself on the ground. He couldn't see anything, there was too much blood in his eyes and he couldn't wipe it away. God, his body hurt. The pain felt all too familiar, though. He remembered being beaten like this.

"Ohhh hell no, mother fucker! You're not getting away!"

Before Otis could really register what was happening in his swirling mind, the man had jerked his jeans and boxers down. He moaned in protest, trying to struggle away.

"No...No! I didn't...I didn't do this to her!" He lied. He had. Oh, he definitely had. He remembered exactly the victim the man was seeking vengeance for.

"Fuck you!" Otis tried desperately to get away as it happened. Just like his father did. All five of them, total. One after the other.

When they were done, they simply left him to die. His first thoughts weren't about whether he was going to die or not, but how his girl would react if she found out what had happened.

They had untied him, leaving him on the now cold pavement. He pulled his jeans up, groaning at the effort and pain that struck his battered body. He heard sirens and saw the blue and red lights as the ambulance pulled up. Someone must have heard him screaming.

It was too much for his brain to process as they loaded him into the ambulance and sped to the hospital. He was terrified. Too much was going on and he had no idea what any of it was. He tried to struggle against the medics, but they taped his arms down somehow.

Level One Trauma: ETA Five minutes. Mugging.

Shit She thought. She was on break, but she would have loved to work on that case. The other doctor would get it. Oh well. There would be others.

He could see now. They had wiped the blood out of his eyes for him in the initial first aid care. They had thought it would calm him down, being able to see what was happening, but it just added fuel to his panic.

He knew which hospital they were at. He had visited her so many times on her lunch breaks he recognized all of its corridors, especially the trauma bay.

The doctors and nurses scared the hell out of him. He had no idea who they were and they were touching him entirely too much. He struggled against them, blood spraying everywhere.

"Adoria!" He screamed as they strapped him down to the bed.

"Adoria? As in, Doctor Adoria?"

Otis growled as he struggled against the restraints.

"How do you know her?"

"I'm her fucking fiance! Go get her! God, please just go get her! Fucking...Untie me!"

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm gonna go get her." The paramedic looked pointedly at a nurse, who ran to the break room.

The nurse timidly approached Adoria. She wasn't an extremely mean person, but most of the staff was slightly afraid of her. Her trauma bay and OR ran smoothly, or they heard about it. "Uhm...Excuse me, Dr.?"

"What?"

"Uhm...we er...need your help with the trauma in bay 4. The mugging that just came in..."

"Alright. Why?"

"He's...uh...He's asking for you."

She raised her eyebrow and followed the nurse. She recognized the grunts and screams before she saw him. "Otis!" She sprinted to the bay.

"Stop! Stop fucking- Adoria!"

"Otis what the hell happened to you?!"

"I...I got mugged...Five guys...just...kicked the shit out of me...Came up behind me with a knife and- Ow! Mother fucker!" He tried to pull away from the nurse currently trying to insert an IV.

"Baby, relax. Let them take care of you."

"No. Adoria...Tell them. Tell them I'm fine. You've dealt with me worse than this come on...Let me go home. I'm fine." The blood spraying through his teeth as he spoke didn't exactly emphasize his point, and neither did how battered his face was. They had elevated the bed to try and get better leverage on the restraints, to no such avail.

"No, baby. Let them take care of you. I'll be right here, okay?"

"Adi, please..."

"Otis, trust me..."

One nurse slit his pants neatly up the leg and he jerked violently. "NO!"

She grabbed the scissors from her. "You can't do that to him. You want him to be calm, you've gotta let me do that." She slit the other leg, being as gentle as she could. "It's okay. It's just me."

Otis wrenched his head back against the bed, groaning in pain as she pulled the denim out of the stab wound on his thigh.

"Let them put an IV in, Otis..." She held his hand as they did, stroking the back of it gently with her thumb. He began to tremble. He was going into shock, she figured. "It's okay. It's okay..." She stroked his hair; the silky white strands were now stained with blood and stuck together.

"2.5 mg of haloperidol." The other doctor announced.

"What? No! No no no don't let them drug me up, please, Adi. Please, mama."

"Otis, relax. It's just going to help you relax a little."

She held his hand, stroking the back of it with her thumb lightly until the medication took effect.