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Chapter 5

During the ride to the hospital, paramedics noticed problem with Chris' breathing and put the oxygen mask on him. It startled Wyatt greatly. All they said was that they thought he had a punctured lung due to the broken rib. When they arrived to the destination he was brought to the operating room.

It was been thirty minutes his son was taken there. All this time the father was pacing in the waiting room, with thought only about his baby son, who he failed to protect. The soft cough took his attention, he looked around and saw his two other children and Chris' godmother, Jess. She came to him and hugged to her chest. Wyatt let himself being hugged and hugged her back and let the tear run down his cheek. Paula and Ryan exchanged glances, they never saw their father cry even when their mother died.

"Wyatt, how is he?" was first question from Jess.

"He had punctured lung and had problems with breathing." Wyatt answered turning to the only window in the room. "His chest was full of bruises, some of them were about week old, the others were fresh. There was no skin without one."

"Wyatt, it's not your fault." Jess tried to calm the father down.

"How can you say that? I'm his dad and I failed to see the abuse my son was going through. I read his diary. It was going on for almost two years. And for a year he has been…" At that he stopped talking, not daring the voice the last part.

Nothing needed to be told. Paula gasped, she already understood what a scumbag was their friend, but go this far. She just couldn't accept it. Ryan felt as if he was punched in guts. The fury crossed his face, he clenched his fists and hit the wall with all the power he had. Everyone in the room jumped with surprise. Wyatt looked at his son, came to him and hugged to his chest, then stretched his arm for Paula. She didn't make anyone wait as she joined them with tears running down her face.

Jess was standing aside watching the family. She was glad that finally they started to create relation on the mutual trust. Before it for ten year there was an overprotective father to two of his children and a father who neglected his other kid. Paula and Ryan were close with Wyatt but she knew that they didn't tell him everything they should have. And that was ok for Wyatt as long as they followed his own rules. When it came to Chris there were only harsh words and constant pushing him away. Now he saw how wrong he was and they could build a new good family.

She heard somebody clearing their throat and turned to the sound, so did the rest of the people in the waiting room.

"Chris Halliwell?" there was a woman about thirty-five years old.

"I'm his father." The doctor nodded her head.

"I' would like you to follow me into my office, where I explain everything to you."

"Can they come too?" The doctor frowned and Wyatt continued. "They are my eldest kids, I would say them everything. And that is his godmother, same goes to her." For a moment the doctor observed them.

"Are you sure?" Wyatt gave her a nod. "Ok then, follow me."

She brought them to her office. It was a simple looking room. There was a desk and couple of chairs, a place for examination. The walls were painted in light yellow with painting on them. She took her chair and motioned them to take theirs, and they did so.

"Ok, I'm Dr Jackson. I was the one in charge of your son's operation. Thankfully the damage wasn't severe. He surely had a collapsed lung, but we managed to correct it. But it still resulted in almost losing him on the operating table. He has almost all his ribs cracked and we noticed some of the cracks were old, others a few days, and some were new. Also Chris has a broken arm. The person who broke his arm made it dirty, it not only broken but it's also bruised, and because of it we are afraid there is the possibility of the infection. Almost all his body covered in bruises that are going to hurt for quite some time. He also has a mild concussion but it shouldn't have any permanent damage. But there also one thing, I'm afraid of most. And I don't mean physically, but mentally." Dr. Jackson took a deep breath. "Your son was repeatedly raped over the course of the year."

Paula grabbed the arm of the chair she was sitting on. She knew that there was it, but she never thought that it was going on for so long. Ryan on the other hand had a blank face. He sat there just staring at the spot over doctor's head. Wyatt was trying to control his own breathing and temper. Jess was crying, and wiping away tears, trying to stop them. It was two completely different things, when you find out from the diary, and they doctor telling you that. The doctor kept silent for a minute or so, to let the family become accustomed to the fact.

"We took the rape kits, because the abuser didn't care to use the protection and we have the example of his semen and send it for a test. Also I had to notify the police about it. So I think they will want to talk to you." Dr. Jackson waited for the questions.

"Can we see him?" was the only thing that was asked. She smiled sadly at them and nodded, then put up the phone and asked the nurse to come into the room.

"Show them the room of Chris Halliwell, please." The nurse nodded and asked them to follow her. When they came to the room, the nurse stopped and turned to the family.

"He's very weak at the moment and still asleep after the operation, I don't suggest to crowd there. A couple at a time and only for several minutes."

"Can I stay with him?" Wyatt asked, pleadingly looking the nurse into the eyes.

"Yes, you can, just don't disturbed him." He nodded at her and watched her walk away. Then turned to his family.

"Paula, Ryan, you go first. Then wait for Jess and go home. I don't want Chris see you tired, because of him." He said before they could object him. "Jess, can you stay with them, while I'm here?"

"Sure, I can."

"Dad, we are old enough to stay alone." Ryan argued.

"Yes, you are. But I don't trust you at the moment. I know you want to take your revenge on Samuel, I don't want to bail you from the prison because of your anger. And I'm certain that won't help Chris if his brother gives his abuser the way of escape." Ryan looked at the ground and calmed himself. He knew that his father was right.

"Fine" Ryan pouted like a small child. Paula said nothing but turned to the door and opened it.

As the siblings came into the room, their gaze fell on the small frame on the only bed there. Chris wasn't big, but now he looked even smaller. There were a lot of tubes, coming from their brother, his face was white, his arms were covered in bandages and all in all Chris looked broken. Paula was the first one to come to the bed. She put her hand on his good arm and stroked it slightly, then leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You know, you scared us. Why have you never told us? You are my brother, I would have protected you." She mumbled and pressed another kiss on his forehead. With that she stepped away, letting her brother come closer.

"Don't ever do such a stupid thing. If there is something that's hurting you, I'll take care of it. That's my job." Ryan said as he ruffled the younger siblings head. "I love you, Chris." He did the same as his sister and kissed the boy's forehead. With that he straightened and took his sister's hand and left the room.

As the teenagers left the room they lost it and started crying again. Wyatt rubbed their both backs in useless attempt to calm them down. Jess looked at him and also came in the room.

After a couple minutes she came back as upset as his kids were. But she wasn't crying. She looked at Wyatt and a silent conversation happened between them. Then she took both teenagers' hands and led them out of the hospital. Wyatt stayed for a moment and only after that had courage to come into his youngest son's room.