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Chapter 3

Stanley's eyes opened. He didn't remember what his dreams were about, but he knew that he did dream. Looking over he saw that Phillip's was sleeping, slouched over in his chair in a position that look uncomfortable in his make shift bed.

"He's been here all night," said a nurse who was currently closing the door. He didn't even hear her come in. Walking over and grabbing the clipboard attached to the foot of the bed she looked at the screens that were connected to him. Phillips then snorted himself awake and then winced in pain.

"Ack! My neck!" Phillips groaned and rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his one shoulder. "Hey you're awake, finally. Slept well I hope." Gesturing to the bed that Stanley laid on, much more comfortable then a chair one would think. "Gonna talk to me today?" Before Stanley could try to say anything the door opened again and the Doctor walked through.

"Good morning boys, and how are we doing today son?" Taking the clip board from the nurse as she walked out the door. "Looks like your numbers are back up, but how do you feel? Do you hurt anywhere that I should know about?" Stanley shook his head.

Phillips interrupted the conversation, "When can he talk again Doc?"

"Well," Started the Doctor, "He can try whenever his is ready."

"Great," Phillip smiled and turned to Stanley. "What's your name kid, where do you live?"

Stanley looked at the man and started to attempt to say his name, his throat was so dry and it felt like it was scrubbed with sandpaper. A couching fit started up, grabbing a paper cup of water with a straw handed to him by the doctor.

"Take your time son." Said the Doctor. What came out of Stanley mouth when he tried again sounded horrible and cracked, "Stan…lee."

"Ah good, Stanley." The Doctor said as he wrote it down on his paper.

"No last name Stanley?" said Phillips, laughing to himself seemingly glad that his voice sounded like a frog with a sore throat. Stanley started to laugh and ended up in pain anyway, but it felt good after so long.

"Now that you're done hurting my patient, let's pick up where we left of Mr. Stanley. I have treated you over these past weeks for mutable injuries. We had to take you into surgery as soon as you got here. As you well know there was critical injuries dealt to you upper neck reign. Luckily with the help of Mr. Phillips here, you would be dead. Now there was also some other minor injuries compared to that. Three broken ribs and four fractured, your leg was recently broken and poorly set so we had to reset it and it seems to be doing just fine, almost healed at this point. Now we did find some unknown substance in your blood stream but we scrubbed it out but if you feel any withdrawal symptoms at all contact me immediately. There was also some bruising on your lower back that we had to keep an eye on, you will probably have some trouble moving your lower half for a bit but it should heal up nicely according to the x-rays. Other than that I am giving you a clean bill of health as of today."

"You ready to get out of here? I know I would be." Said Phillip

"Of course," continued the Doctor, "there is some paperwork that still has to be filled out and signed."

"I'll take care of that bud don't worry." Said Phillip patting his shoulder.

They both left the room and Stanley sighed. Stanley was still a bit tired, but not enough to think of a plan out the room. The door was too guarded by nurses and Doctors, and they wouldn't just let him out. So the only other way out was the window. 'Here we go.' Thought Stanley as he started to move out of the bed. Before he got anywhere close his good leg gave out and he shouted as he fell to the floor. "Hot Belgian waffles!" he croaked laying on the floor. Such a good plan that was.

He heard the door open, "Hey kid the papers are…..uh…where did you go?" said Phillips.

'Well shit,' thought Stanley, 'now he's gonna find me like this on the floor.'

Phillips started to walk towards the window when he must have saw Stanley's lower half out of the corner of his eye. "There you are, what you doing on the floor?" Phillips moved and picked him up and set him on the bed.

"Gosh, heavier than you look. Now look all the paperwork is done and they say I can take you home."

Stanley froze up, take him home what does that mean? He can't trust this man, he wants to hurt him just like Rico did. He felt his heart race, he needed to get out of here fast. Suddenly it was hard to breath and his vison started to blur. He didn't know that he was starting to lean until he felt hands grab him.

"Stanley!" yelled Phillips. "I'm sorry kid, I should have been more specific. Please forgive me for the confusion, I should have known better.

Stanley's breathing slowed down and his vison started to clear. Stanley cleared his throat the best he could, "when we leaving?" Phillips laughed a little and said, "Right now kid!" Phillips rolled over a wheel chair that had some clothes folded on top of it. "Here is some clothes that came from the store they have on the first floor. Ill uh see if I can get a nurse to come help you maybe."

Phillips left the room after handing Stanley the clothes, he could do this himself he's not a baby! The shirt and sweater was easy, then came the hard part. The pants were more difficult to get on due to the injury of his leg and his horrible lower back pain given to him from the beatings he got from Rico's men.

"Ah shit!" Stanley needed help.

After the nurse came in a helped him, Phillips was called back in and helped Stanley into his wheel chair and they rolled out of the hospital and this time he wasn't being chased down by security for not paying his bill or leaving before discharged.

Stanley was then helped into Phillip's car and they drove away from the hospital hopefully forever. "So, you hungry Stanley?" said Phillip after they got onto the highway. Stanley hated the food that was served while at the hospital

"Yeah, I could go for some real food." Rasped Stanley. Pulling into a diner Phillips pulled out the wheel chair they put in the trunk and rolled Stanley and himself up to a table so they could eat. Ordering some hamburgers and milkshakes, "So I've been thinking about something for a while now." Phillip started. "Have you ever heard of a product called a Sham Total?"

"Oh gosh." Murmured Stanley

"So you do know of it! Great. Well my mother decided when it came out, she thought it was the greatest idea, I mean a rip off version of another product but cheaper. She tried to get a stain from dinner out that night from her blouse and the towel dye spread all over the blouse." He said laughing. "She was so mad, she called me and told me that the man who made the product should be arrested and never let out of jail." Sipping his milkshake he said, "That was you wasn't it."

Stanley had a nervous laugh and rubbed his neck, "Ha… eh yeah, that was me."

"I knew you look familiar." Said Phillip, "Came up with so many fun ideas." Phillip was laughing now almost spilling his milkshake while Stanley held it in his hands as if someone would take it away from him.

After dinner they got into the car and drove away, "So where to kid?"

"I want to get back to my car, you think it would still be there after all this time…however long it has been." Stanley then shuddered turning away.

Phillip looked over, "We could do that but, how about if take you back to your home. To your family so they can take care of you. They are probably worried sick don't you think."

"Naw," commented Stanley, "My Stanmoblie is my home, I don't need anything else right now."

"Oh come on. What about your parents, or siblings?"

Stanley sighed, "No, I'm dead to them. They don't want me to go back, I ruined their future."

"Stanley," started Phillips, "are you homeless? Have you been living in your car ever since you ran away?"

"I didn't run away, I was kicked out. Wasn't even allowed to pack my own bag just… just shoved out the door. They don't want me back, nor would I be able to until I fix what I broke."

Phillip replied, "May I ask how long ago that was Stanley?"

"I don't know really, I am not sure how long I was kept with Rico, but I can tell you I was kicked out at 17. For a couple years I was by myself, went to prison a couple of times and then I was with Rico for the rest."

"Based on the condition we found you in Stan, I would say you were there for quite a long time kid. I'm sorry, but all the more reason to get you home." Said Phillip

Stanley was getting annoyed, did this man not speak English! Couldn't he tell from his sorry of a story about his life that he wasn't allowed or welcomed back home? Even if he was, he didn't know if he could do it. Not after how he ruined his brother's life. Not like it was totally his fault, he could have defended him against his father before making him homeless and alone. Not a dollar to his name just a car with half a tank of gas and a gym back with some extra shirts. Then none of this would have happened to him, he could be home right now instead of weak and afraid of everything and everyone besides a random cop who took pity on him.

That's when Stanley put it all together. Sure Stanley ruined Stanford chances of going to the best college out there to get his nerd degree. But why did Stanley have to suffer to the point where he was broken over and over again. To please the mad man that kidnapped him and took beatings every day for who knows how long. Stanley knew it then at that point, this was all because of him that his life went to hell.

It was Stanford's fault.