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Author's Note: Thank you so much to my reviewers Habeous Corpus, THE MENTALIST ROCKS, rigspeltforeverxx, jisbon-sessed and Sophie Fatale, five for one chapter? Really made me smile :) Would have updated this sooner but my Dad wanted his laptop back. Also anyone see Redline yesterday? I loved it!
"I think I'm just gonna stay in the car," I mumbled sleepily as I closed my tired eyes and rested my head against the window, it felt so heavy.
"No your not!" snapped Teresa as she yanked open my door from the outside and I half fell out of my seat.
"What did you do that for?" I moaned half heartedly undoing my seatbelt before jumping unsteadily out if the SUV.
"Are you gonna stand there chatting all day while my son dies or are we gonna help him?!" roared Dan.
Bastard, I thought, if you hadn't attacked the poor kid he'd be fine. What kind of monster does that to their own son? Let alone a five-year-old. I tried not to think of my Dad as I followed the Lisbons shakily to the hospital. I'm sure Dad had an excuse, he must have a good excuse... and he still didn't know where I was! I was gonna be in so much trouble.
I looked up and was surprised to find we were in the reception area. Damn illness! I should be paying more attention, but it was hard when I felt like... well feeling like crap was kind of an understatement.
"How can I help you sir?" said the receptionist politely, I recognized her instantly. She was my Dad's girlfriend, well one of them, he usually had more than one at a time.
"My son... I woke up and found him like this, he needs medical attention like now," Dan demanded the last line forcefully and her eyes widened as she saw him. I wondered how he was, I hadn't actually seen him first hand.
The woman... whatever her name was called someone and minutes later a doctor appeared. She was a strict looking woman in her thirties, she had dark hair pulled into a tight bun. I sighed inwardly, a female doctor, when my Dad got here he'd spend the whole time hitting on her.
"Sweet heavens! What the hell happened to the poor boy?" she asked in shock as she saw Chris.
"He was beaten half to death with a fire poker," I said bluntly, and after a sharp look from Dan added, "by some guy who broke into the house," my Dad's girlfriend frowned deeply at me.
"Aren't you that kid Alex has?"
"Hello? We're talking about my son here!" screamed Dan, "ignore the bloody kid, he's not the issue here, my son is the one hurt! Why aren't you people helping him?!" I seethed with anger, bastard! He was the one who had attacked Chris in the first place!
"We are, please calm down Mr...?" the doctor began in a no nonsense tone.
"Lisbon. Mr Daniel Lisbon," his voice rose though as his anger retunred, "my wife died last week and now some random guy broke into my home, brutalized my children and you are telling me to calm down?!" Dan conitnued to scream, he was suffering from one bad hangover I realized suddenly.
"If you calmed down we would be able to help him-" Dan interupted the doctor of course, I could see the rage behind both their eyes building like tempests.
"Why don't you just do your fucking job and help him then?! What the bloody hell are you wating for you dumb bitch?!"
"Both of you just shut up before Chris dies!" I spoke quietly but their anger dimmed slightly.
Within minutes Chris was being whisked away by the doctor, Dan just slumped onto one of the chairs in the waiting room, the rest of us still stood by the desk.
"Can I call my Dad please?" I asked his girlfriend gently, I was afraid to speak louder incase my nausea got the better of me. Silently she punched in a number and handed me the phone.
"If he's coming here I better put more make-up on," she frowned worridly, I was amazed she looked plastered to death with the stuff already, "tell him I say hi," she whispered before walking off.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" my Dad's voice snapped angrily over the reciever.
"Dad it's me-"
"Patrick! Where hell are you? Andrea couldn't have two funerals, especially not one that lasted all night!"
"Angela," I whispered quietly, I hadn't the strength to argue with him, "I stayed the night at Teresa's, I fell asleep. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? You're sorry? You vanish for the whole damn night and all you have to say is you're sorry?" he yelled down the phone, I wished he wouldn't yell, my head throbbed, "why aren't you in school?" he demanded just as loud.
"I'm in the hospital. We were attacked-"
"Attacked?! You have got to kidding?" he laughed slightly expecting me to agree but I stayed silent, "do not let them look at you, do you hear? Do not let them examine you, I'm on my way there," then he hung up. I really wished he would stop screaming at me.
"Let's sit down okay?" Teresa said gently and we all sat in the seats, on the opposite side to Dan of course. We sat in silence.
I closed my eyes miserably. I'd never felt so sick in my life. I tried to ignore my suffering but failed miserably. My hand felt raw, my shoulder and head throbbed, my whole body ached from bruises and I felt ready to throw up. The only thoughts distracting me were Chris, I was so worried about him, was he going to die? Was it all my fault? For not protecting him sooner?