Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh; all rights go to the creators of the show.
A/N: Just a quick thanks to everyone who has reviewed, you guys are awesome! You inspired me to try and update sooner!
Also, my medical training goes as far as ER and House, so I apologize for any medical inaccuracies…on with the story…
Drake tried to focus on what was going on around him but all he was able to make out was blurred sounds and pictures that swirled in and out of focus.
"Did he say anything before he lost consciousness?" A paramedic in a dark blue uniform asked, the middle aged man in front of him shook his head.
"No, I was just walking through the park to pick my kids up when I saw him leaning against a tree, he looked like he was having trouble breathing so I stopped to ask him if he was alright and he just fell, barely caught him before he hit the ground." The man replied, the paramedic nodded then turned back to the injured teen.
"Found ID." Another medic said as he fished though Drake's pockets and pulled out his wallet.
"His name is…Drake Parker, sixteen years old." The medic announced squinting down at Drake's driver's license.
"Drake? Drake can you hear me?" The first medic asked shaking Drake's shoulder gently. Sounds were still echoing strangely for Drake and he could barely let out a dull moan let alone open his eyes, he felt too tired.
"Semi-conscious, multiple cuts and bruises, no signs of spinal injury, though possible head injury, blood pressure is low." The second medic said, listing Drake's symptoms. Two other medics appeared with a stretcher and together carefully lifted him onto the gurney.
In the ambulance one of the medics pushed up Drake's sleeves to hook up an IV, but paused for a second when he noticed the large amounts of cuts on the boy's thin arms.
"He's a cutter." The medic said solemnly, gently easing the needle into his hand instead.
"Aw, kid." The first medic said rolling up Drake's other sleeve only to find just as many cuts. Another medic gently opened his eyes and shone a small flashlight into them, causing Drake to wince.
"Relax kid; we're not trying to hurt you okay?" The medic spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to scare him.
"He definitely has a concussion." The same medic said after shutting the small flashlight off. He then grabbed a pair of scissors and cut open Drake's shirt, exposing his chest. The medic frowned seeing more bruising, some which looked old and an ace bandage around his midsection.
"Oh man." One of the medics said surveying the damage.
"Do you think he was mugged?" The first medic asked, the second medic who took the ace bandage off and pressed lightly on Drake's ribs, causing him to grit his teeth in pain and try to squirm away from the medic's hands.
"No, I don't. His ribs have been broken more than once judging by the bruise pattern and some of these bruises are old too, I think we have an abuse case." The medic said flatly, cursing inwardly. He had seen too many kids nearly beaten to death and it never made him any less angry. He will never understand how someone could hit a child.
"Um…I think we should turn him over and look at his back." The other medic said, he had pulled Drake's now torn shirt from under him and saw that the back had been stained with blood. Very carefully two of the medics gently rolled Drake onto his side, their eyes widened when they saw the damage inflicted.
"Those are definitely cuts from a belt or some other sharp object." The medic said disgusted as he wetted a pad with antiseptic and dabbed at a few of the deeper cuts. Drake hissed and tried to get out of the medic's grasp holding him.
"Calm down Drake, we're just trying to help you, just lay still, you're okay." The medic said, trying to keep him calm.
They reached the hospital and wasted no time rushing Drake into the emergency room.
"What do we have?" A doctor wearing scrubs and a white coat asked as the paramedics wheeled Drake into an exam room.
"Male, sixteen years old, he passed out in the park, a passerby found him. He has multiple cuts and bruises, some are self-inflicted." The medic answered, pointing to Drake's cut arms.
"He also has some broken ribs and a concussion, blood pressure is low, and he is running a mild temperature. We suspect child abuse whether all or some of his injuries are a result of abuse we don't know…his name is Drake." The second medic added. The doctor nodded and began assessing Drake's injuries for himself.
"Drake?" The doctor said, testing to see how responsive the teen was. Drake's eyes fluttered and he once again tried to open them without success, his energy zapped. He tried to turn on his side to get off his back which was throbbing again.
"Alright, send him downstairs to get a chest x-ray; I want to make sure there's no internal bleeding, and do a full lab work-up." The doctor ordered injecting a drug into Drake's IV line.
"Drake? Can you open your eyes? You're in a hospital." The doctor said snapping his fingers in front of his face in an attempt to get him to open his eyes. Drake flinched and turned his head, the drugs the paramedics had given him in the ambulance were starting to work and he scrunched his eyes tightly before slowly opening them. Everything in his line of vision was a swirled mix of color and faces; he closed his eyes again as the blurriness made his head hurt more than it already did.
"That's good Drake, my name is Dr. Richardson, I need you to stay awake for me okay?" Dr. Richardson said, offering him a small smile. Drake cleared his throat and coughed before giving the doctor a weak nod to show that he understood, though he wasn't sure he could obey, he was awfully tired for some reason. He coughed again and winced at the pain in his chest; Dr. Richardson noticed this and ordered for some oxygen. Once the oxygen tube had been secured under his nose, a nurse ran the tube across his cheeks and let it fall behind his ears on either side. Another nurse rubbed a pad with rubbing alcohol and cleaned a small section of his arm before drawing the lab samples, being careful to avoid the many cuts on his arm that Dr. Richardson had ordered.
Twenty minutes later after he had been taken down for x-rays, Drake found himself in a small, white room, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown and a plastic band around his wrist with his name on it. A nurse kept shaking him whenever he started to doze off, the fog his head had been in was lifting slightly and he became aware of a dull throb in the back of his skull, giving him a headache. That Dr. Richardson guy told him he had a concussion and had explained that falling asleep could make his head injury worse so he tried his best to stay awake despite how exhausted he felt. As if on cue, a nurse walked in and walked over, smiling down at him.
"Drake, someone called your parents, they should be on their way here." The nurse said checking the monitors and tubes hooked up to him.
Drake's eyes shot open at the mention of his parents. Did they know how he had gotten hurt? What were they going to tell his parents? Dr. Richardson had asked him what happened to him, and Drake had easily lied saying that he had gotten into a fight with someone at school and that they had jumped him when he was walking home from school. Even though the doctor had asked him more than once, Drake gave him the same story. He only hoped that his talent to lie worked on someone with a medical degree and not just his mom and Walter. The nurse noticed the anxiety on his face and patted him lightly on the shoulder.
"I'm sure your parents are very worried about you, there's nothing to worry about." The nurse said offering him a small grin.
"I'll be back in a bit to check up on you, hit that red button if you need anything." The nurse said placing a hand control that was connected to the bed near his hand.
"Thanks." Drake said quietly and did his best to smile back at the nurse before she turned and walked out of the room.
"Have you called social services?" The nurse asked Dr. Richardson in the hall, who nodded.
"Yes, they should be here soon." Dr. Richardson sighed, Drake had said nothing that even remotely hinted to the abuse, he could tell that the kid was a good liar, but his injuries spoke for themselves this time. The nurse nodded then headed down the hall in the opposite direction.
Dr. Richardson grabbed the chart of another patient and was skimming the contents when a receptionist at the nurse's station walked over to him.
"A Walter and Audrey Nichols are here, they say that they are Drake Parker's parents." Dr. Richardson looked up and nodded.
"Thanks." He said before setting down the chart and heading towards the nurse's station.
"Mr. and Mrs. Nichols?" Dr. Richardson asked as he approached the couple. Audrey turned toward him, worry etched all over her face.
"Yes? I got a call that my son Drake Parker was brought here, they said he was in an accident but couldn't give me anymore details." Audrey said looking at the doctor in front of her for answers. Dr. Richardson stared at her.
"You are Drake Parker's parents?" Dr. Richardson asked calmly.
"Yes, I'm Audrey Nichols, this is my husband Walter." Audrey said putting a hand on Walter.
"You're not Drake's biological father?" Dr. Richardson asked, surveying Walter who scrunched his eyes in confusion a little annoyed at these questions and the fact that the doctor hadn't said anything about Drake's condition.
"No, I'm his stepfather, but what does that matter? What's wrong with Drake?" Walter asked slowly. Dr. Richardson nodded.
"I'm Dr. Richardson; I treated your son when he was brought in. He had several bruises and a few broken ribs along with a concussion. There's no sign of internal bleeding that we can see of and he is stable now. I have him on some medication to reduce the swelling and some pain killers to help keep him comfortable." He explained; Audrey brought a hand over her mouth hearing the news.
"Is he going to be alright?"She asked fearfully, Dr. Richardson nodded.
"He should make a full recovery yes." Dr. Richardson said.
"I don't understand, how did this happen? What type of accident was he in?" Walter asked.
"According to Drake, he was jumped walking home from school." Dr. Richardson said; Audrey looked up at him, the way he had said according to Drake, made it sound like he didn't believe him.
"Is something wrong?" She asked; Dr. Richardson stared straight at her.
"Mrs. Nichols, I have to say that I'm concerned at the amount of bruising I found on Drake, many of the cuts and bruises looked as if they could be several weeks old. Also, the x-ray of his chest that we took showed signs that he had broken ribs previous to today." Dr. Richardson waited for their response; Walter narrowed his eyes as he caught on to what the doctor was suggesting.
"Are you saying you think we hit Drake?" Walter asked appalled at the accusation.
"I'm saying Mr. Nichols that right now I can't allow you or your wife to see Drake until a social worker has talked to both of you as well as Drake." Dr. Richardson explained flatly, Audrey stepped forward angered.
"This is ridiculous! My husband and I have never once hit Drake, neither one of us would ever dream of hurting him." Audrey exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Nichols, but I'm afraid that can't be proven at this time, but I assure you Drake is safe and being well taken care of."
"Do we look like the type of parents who beat their kids? Honestly?" Audrey snapped, her voice rising.
"Mrs. Nichols, please calm down, I only did my job and that is I suspected abuse and was obligated by law to report it. If the social worker feels you are not of any harm to Drake then I can allow you to see him, however until then I'm afraid I can't. If you wait in the waiting room, I can go see if the social worker is here yet." Dr. Richardson said firmly. Audrey could think of about a hundred different things to show this doctor how she really felt but knew that wouldn't help her case. Instead, she let Walter who had his jaw clenched walk her to the waiting room and sat down in one of the hard chairs fuming inside.
"Where does that doctor come off saying crap like that?" Audrey huffed, worried and annoyed.
"I know." Walter agreed, trying to hold his own emotions at bay, yet at the same time knew that the doctor was as he had said, only doing his job. He was more concerned as to how Drake had gotten hurt, if it was true that he had bruising and broken ribs that were several weeks old, he wondered if Drake was being bullied at school and had kept quiet about it. Somehow though, that didn't feel right, he knew Drake was one of the popular kids at school. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably, he had a bad feeling.
Dr. Richardson walked back to the nurse's station to call upstairs to see where the social worker was. Minutes later, a balding man with thin glasses met him near the elevators.
"The patient is sixteen years old, he has bruising and broken ribs that are several weeks old, and claims that he was attacked walking home from school. He also has a large amount of self-inflicted cuts. His mom and stepdad are in the waiting room." Dr. Richardson explained to him, handing Drake's chart over. The social worker studied the chart and nodded.
"And where is his biological dad?" He asked, Dr. Richardson shrugged, he had been wondering the same thing but when he asked Drake, he had merely stated that his dad had left his mom when he was twelve and hadn't seen him since.
"Has he said anything about his parents?" The social worker asked; Dr. Richardson shook his head.
"Not that I know of no." He answered; the social worker nodded again before coming to a stop in front of Drake's room and followed Dr. Richardson in.
"Drake, this is Paul Johnson, he's a social worker and would like to talk to you for a few minutes if that's okay?" Dr. Richardson said; Drake's eyes widened in shock, why did they want him to talk to a social worker? This couldn't be good. Drake thought miserably as fear crept into his chest.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, I just have a few questions for you, okay?" Paul said warmly, Dr. Richardson nodded before leaving the room, leaving Drake alone with Paul.
"I know you told Dr. Richardson how you got hurt, but would you mind telling me again?" Paul began; Drake shifted on the bed and sighed.
"I was jumped walking home from school." Drake said flatly.
"And does this happen often?" Paul asked; Drake looked up at him not sure what he was looking for.
"No, I don't get jumped very often." Drake said a minute later. Paul sat down in one of the plastic chairs next to the bed, setting the chart down on the small bedside table.
"Do you tell your parents when you have fights at school?" Paul asked leaning forward in the chair, watching Drake closely who cocked his head to one side.
"Um…I don't really get in fights that often." Drake said confused, still not sure what this Paul character was getting at.
"I see do your parents get mad at you when you get into trouble?" Paul asked, Drake shrugged.
"They ground me, if that's what you mean." Drake answered.
"Do they ever do anything else as punishment?" Paul asked, watching Drake's reaction, who clenched his jaw as a sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
"What do you mean?" Drake asked slowly, thinking he already had an idea.
"Have your parents ever hit you when they were angry or threatened to hurt you?" Paul asked, Drake's eyes widened…they thought his mom and Walter were the ones that hit him…oh man! Drake thought suppressing a sigh and forced himself to sit up a little straighter.
"My mom and Walter have never once hit me; they both care about me and help me when I ask for it." Drake answered firmly, he had to set the record straight. Paul looked for the normal signs of lying, but Drake wasn't fidgety or averting his gaze, he stared at him straight in the eye, his voice never wavering.
"Is someone else hurting you at home, a sibling or a grandparent perhaps?" Paul questioned further, Drake shook his head again firmly. The closest he ever got to being hurt at home was Megan's evil pranks, but he knew that's not what this guy was looking for.
"No, never, no one hits me at home." Drake said again with conviction.
"Is there someone outside home that is hurting you?" Paul asked, this time Drake visibly tensed and shifted on the bed.
"No." Drake lied after a minute, not looking up at Paul, who noticed the change in Drake immediately.
"Drake, you can trust me, I'm here to help you. If someone is hurting you, we can help you if you tell us who it is." Paul said gently, Drake shook his head again.
"No, I'm fine." Drake replied quickly, trying to keep his voice from wavering. Paul sighed inwardly, he was sure someone was hurting this boy, but he was also fairly certain that that someone wasn't his mother or stepfather. Paul kept quiet for a minute waiting to see if Drake would say anything else, when he didn't he decided to try and change the subject a little.
"How long have you been cutting yourself Drake?" Paul asked, Drake gawked at him, slightly shocked at his forwardness, he didn't know what to say to that. When he didn't reply, Paul stepped in again.
"Drake, it's not as secret as you may think, the evidence is quite clear, you don't get cuts like that naturally, someone had to make them." Paul said calmly. Drake looked away, his head sagging slightly.
"That's my business." Drake muttered just above a whisper.
"Drake, hurting yourself like that isn't healthy and is a serious problem. It's a dangerous habit to continue and we can get you the help you need, but you have to be willing to work with us." Paul said gently, Drake looked up at him, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't need you or anybody's help here." Drake replied coldly.
"This isn't something that will go away on its own Drake; don't you think your parents would want you to get help?" Paul said in the same calm voice. At the mention of his parents, Drake went hot and cold all over. He had been so focused on them not finding out about Rick that his arms were the last thing on his mind.
"You're not going to tell my parents right? I mean you have that whole patient-doctor confidentiality thing right?" Drake asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as nervous and scared as he felt.
"Normally yes, but in cases where the patient's health is at risk or someone's life is in danger it is necessary to tell one's parent or guardian. Also, you are a minor, meaning your parents are still responsible for you." Paul answered. Drake closed his eyes and took a quivering breath, trying to control the panic he now felt.
"Their reaction may surprise you, try and give them a chance."Paul said, hoping to help Drake relax, noticing the heart monitor jump. The last thing Drake needed right now was to have a panic attack.
"Okay Drake, I'm going to go talk to your parents real quick, I'm sure they really want to see you okay? Try and relax, everything will work out just give it time." Paul said after a minute, Drake wasn't going to tell him anything else at the moment, he was a stubborn one.
"Okay." Drake muttered in response, sinking back into the pillow. His mind was on Rick again, what if he found out he was here? He swallowed nervously and shook his head, not wanting to think about that. His stomach churned as his thoughts moved to his parents. What did the doctor say to them and what would this Paul guy say to them? His mom didn't even know that Rick had hit him as a kid; there was no way he could tell her now. It felt like just a minute had passed but before Drake knew it; his mom was in the room throwing her arms over him.
"Oh honey." Audrey cried pushing his hair back affectionately.
"I'm okay mom." Drake muttered, trying not to wince in pain. Audrey glanced at Walter unsure of what to say next. The social worker, Paul Johnson had said while there was no evidence that they were abusing Drake it was clear that someone was hurting him outside of the house. Dr. Richardson had told them also that Drake had been cutting himself. Audrey downright denied the accusation and refused to believe it. Drake would never do something like that to himself. However she felt her eyes sting as she couldn't help but glance down at her son's arms. Cuts zigzagged their way up and down the lower part of both his arms. Some were bright red and fairly fresh, while others had faded into pink and white scars.
"Drake…" Audrey began sitting on the bed, she took one of her son's hands in her own, holding it gently.
"Honey, is there anything going on that you need to tell us?" Audrey asked as gently as she could. Drake's stomach felt like a chunk of ice.
"No, if that Johnson guy said something to you, he doesn't know what he is talking about." Drake said swallowing hard; his throat was suddenly very dry.
"You can tell us anything Drake, if you're in trouble we can figure it out, you don't need to be afraid to tell us." Walter tried, hoping Drake would open up, but Drake just shook his head again. He leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady.
"I'm not in trouble." Drake said quietly, Audrey looked across the bed at Walter again; maybe she should just let him rest for now.
"Why don't you get some rest for now honey, we can talk about this later okay?" Audrey said sweetly.
"Okay." Drake said quietly. Walter looked down at his watch; one of them should call Josh and Megan and let them know what was going on.
"I'll be right back okay; I'm just going to let Josh know what's going on." Walter said smiling down at Drake, Drake opened his eyes and his throat went dry again at the thought of Josh. Lying to his parents was easy, but Josh was starting to learn how to read through his lies.
Walter closed his eyes and took a quivering breath when he was out in the hall. Seeing Drake hooked up to oxygen and all those tubes and monitors had been hard enough but what got to him was the scars on his arms. How could he have been so blind to his stepson's behavior? Sighing, he stepped outside and pulled out his phone, he hoped Josh was home by now and dialed the house.
"Hello?" A young female voice said.
"Megan? Is Josh home?" Walter asked.
"I think so, why?" Megan asked hanging off the living room couch bored.
"Can you check? I need to talk to him, it's important." Walter said. Megan frowned, something sounded off in Walter's voice, something was wrong.
"What happened?" She asked, Walter hesitated for a second, choosing his words carefully.
"Drake was…in an accident, your mom and I are at the hospital right now, he's going to be okay, you guys don't need to worry but I wanted to let you know what was going on." Walter finished with a heavy sigh. Megan chewed on her lip as she digested the news, Walter said that Drake was going to be okay, but his voice still shook, something was definitely not right, she had to get to the hospital to see for herself.
"What hospital are you guys at?"
"County, you don't need to worry about rushing over here, just get here when you can, I'm sure Drake would like to see you." Walter said swallowing a lump in his throat. Megan nodded.
"We'll be there soon." She said quickly over the line before hanging up and running upstairs.
"We need to go now." Megan said barging into Drake and Josh's room.
"Megan! How many times have I told you to knock? And where do we need to rush to that is so important?" Josh asked annoyed at his younger sister's intrusion.
"To County Hospital, Walter just called; Drake was in an accident that's all he told me. He said he's going to be okay." Megan said quickly, the color drained from Josh's face. Drake had been looking pale and tired for the past month or so and he had kept quiet, he knew something was wrong but every time he tried to ask Drake about it, he would shrug and say he was fine, but Josh was no fool. He mentally kicked himself for not speaking up earlier. Before Megan could say another word, Josh was in the kitchen snatching up his car keys, Megan was right behind him.
The drive to the hospital was silent, neither sibling speaking, both lost in their own thoughts. Josh kept his gaze ahead, focused on the road; Megan was leaning on the side of the passenger seat window watching as buildings and houses zoomed by. She sat up straighter as County Hospital came into view and Josh parked the car closest to the emergency entrance.
"Dad!" Josh called out as they walked into the emergency room waiting room. Walter was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, his head bowed slightly; Josh could see the stress marks on his face.
"How's Drake? What happened?"
"What type of accident was he in?"
Josh and Megan fired at Walter, who stood up holding his hands up.
"Relax guys; Drake is going to be just fine, his doctor said he'll have to stay here for another day or two." Walter answered gently.
"What happened?" Megan asked again, Walter scratched the back of his head, something he only did when something was bothering him.
"He…um…well, he was jumped on his way home from school." Walter said lamely, he didn't believe the story but right now that was all they had to go off.
"He didn't go to his band's rehearsal?" Josh asked looking up.
"I don't know." Walter replied quietly.
"Can we see him?" Josh asked, Walter nodded.
"Yeah, sure, your mom is with him now." Walter answered before walking down the opposite hall towards Drake's room.
Drake appeared to be asleep and Josh had to bite his tongue to keep from gasping, he knew Drake was going to look bad, but he didn't expect him to look this pale and sick. The IV drip in his hand and oxygen tube rammed up his nose didn't help his appearance either.
"It looks bad, but a concussion and some broken ribs are the worst of it." Audrey said quietly, stroking Drake's hand gently with her thumb. His skin was warm but she tried to ignore it as she held on to his hand. Josh studied Drake closer and frowned, he wasn't asleep he was just pretending to be. After sharing a room with him for so long, he could tell the difference.
Megan stayed quiet and silently slipped into the other plastic chair on the other side of the bed. She always teased Drake and played pranks on him, but she never wanted him to end up seriously hurt like this. A minute later a knock on the door made Josh jump and he turned to see a middle-aged doctor smiling at them.
"Hello, I see we have some more visitors." Dr. Richardson said smiling, nodding at Josh and Megan.
"These are our other kids, Josh and Megan." Walter introduced.
"Nice to meet you." Dr. Richardson said warmly walking into the room.
"Is my brother going to be alright?" Megan asked, she had to hear it from someone else than her parents. Dr. Richardson nodded firmly.
"Your brother is going to be sore for a week or two and he's going to need to take things easy for a while but other than that, he should be good as new in no time." Dr. Richardson said, he scribbled down some of the readings from the monitors then turned to Audrey.
"Everything looks good; he's healing as well as we can hope for." Dr. Richardson said, Audrey nodded.
"Why don't you go get something to drink or step outside for a few minutes, I'll have someone find you if Drake's condition changes." Dr. Richardson suggested. Audrey hadn't once left Drake's side since entering the room, her back was starting to get sore from sitting in the uncomfortable chair for so long but she ignored it.
"He's right honey, Drake needs to get some rest anyways, I think the cafeteria has some ice cream, come on. You want some ice cream too Megan?" Walter said. Megan looked up from her brother at her stepfather.
"I guess." She muttered, now that she had seen and heard for herself that Drake was going to be okay, she felt it was okay to leave.
Audrey sighed before letting go of Drake's hand, a few minutes out of this damn chair would be okay she thought slowly standing up.
"I'll let you know if anything in his condition changes." Dr. Richardson said again before leaving the room.
"Are you coming Josh?" Walter asked as he began to follow Audrey and Megan out of the room.
"No thanks, I think I'll stay here." Josh said quietly, Walter nodded, he knew how close Drake and Josh were.
"Okay." Walter said before nodding and also leaving the room. Josh let out a deep sigh before sinking into the chair his mom had just left. He bounced his knee for a minute deciding what to say.
"I know you're not asleep Drake." Josh said flatly, Drake groaned turning over.
"Yes I am." Drake muttered into his pillow. Josh smiled slightly.
"If you're asleep how come you responded to me?" Josh said; Drake peeked over at him opening one eye before turning back over.
"Shut up." He said quietly closing his eyes again. It was then that Josh noticed the cuts on his brother's arm, his eyes widened in horror.
"Drake! You cut yourself?" Josh blurted gently picking up Drake's arm, Drake's eyes snapped open and he jerked out of Josh's grasp.
"It's nothing." Drake said quickly, putting his arm under the covers out of sight.
"Drake, don't lie to me anymore. For the past like month or two you've changed, you're tired all the time, you've lost weight, your jumpier then I have ever seen you and then you end up in the hospital with a concussion and broken ribs and cuts all over your arms. Drake…tell me what the hell's going on." Josh pleaded, trying not to get emotional.
Drake let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his face with his hand that wasn't tethered to the IV. He wasn't sure how far his lies would get him, but one thing was for sure…he was running out of ideas.
Okay, so again, I apologize for any medical inaccuracies, I'm no doctor, and just went off of what I've read and seen on TV.
Also, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little repetitive; I tried to make it longer because I know previous chapters had been kind of short.
Thanks again to anyone who has reviewed, you guys are awesome! I'll try to update again soon.
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