Gabby's POV

"That's right," I nodded, "Naia...so what did Mr. Samual do to Naia?"

Ellie scrunched up her face, "He was drunk and he got angry. I mean, he's always angry, but he's especially angry when he's drunk."

"Did he hit Naia?" Brett asked, taping the gauze to Naia's forehead so it would stay put.

"No," Thomas whispered.

"He pushed her," Ellie explained, "He got angry because Naia burnt the toast and he pushed her and she fell onto the coffee table."

I nodded, "Who's Mr. Samual?"

"Our foster dad," Ellie replied, "I called as soon as he left with Mrs. Samual. I don't know when they'll be back."

I looked down and saw that Naia was starting to regain consciousness.

"Hi, Naia...can you hear me?" Brett asked and Naia scrunched her eyes up tightly before hesitantly opening one.

I watched as she recognized our faces as a look of horror crossed hers.

She tried to sit up but Brett quickly extended an arm to block her from doing so.

"Not so fast kiddo," I said, "You were unconscious so just take it easy okay?"

"We should probably take her to Med just to be safe," Brett told me and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to pick you up if that's okay Naia," I told the girl, "Just to the stretcher in the ambulance because we can't get it in the house."

Naia gave me a nod but she kept her eyes away from mine.

"Can we come with you?" Ellie asked, "The Samuals are going to flip if they know we called you guys."

"Of course," I didn't hesitate before answering, "You guys did the right thing, calling us."

Surely we could fit another three tiny kids into the back of the ambo.

I slid one arm underneath Naia's back and the other one behind her knees. I didn't expect her to weigh very much but how light she actually was concerning.

I carried her outside, followed by Brett who was carrying the jump bag and Ellie who was holding one hand of each boy.

Brett opened the back doors of the ambo up and swung the jump bag in before I stepped up and laid Naia down on the stretcher. Brett then helped Ellie and the boys up with me, all of who took a seat on the bench.

"I'll drive," Brett said and I nodded before she slammed the doors shut.

There was shifting around for everyone to find a spot in the back of the ambulance but it wasn't long before I heard Brett started the engine and started pulling back out onto the road.

By the time we got to Med, Naia was wide awake but she didn't start talking. I had tried asking numerous questions during the entire drive but she didn't say a single word and after a while, Ellie ended up answering as many questions as she could about Naia's history. She also told us her age so I couldn't help but ask for there's as well.

Naia was eleven.

And Ellie, who seemed to be the one that took charge and took care of the boys was only twelve. The boys themselves weren't that much younger. Thomas, the boy who opened the door, was eight and Shane was ten.

"Naia, eleven-year-old female," I said as we rolled Naia into the ER, "She was unconscious on sight with a head laceration. Strong pulse, BP 104 over 67."

Behind us, the three kids ran to keep up.

"She hit her head," Ellie told one of the nurses, Maggie, "She hit her head against the coffee table."

"We're going to take good care of her," Maggie promised Ellie before looking around the ER, "Dr. Manning, Dr. Choi, Treatment 4."

She directed us into one of the rooms and we helped the doctors move Naia from the stretcher to the bed as gently as possible.

"Are you guys siblings?" Maggie was asking the kids as we left the room to give the doctors more room.

"Pretty much," Ellie shrugged, "Not biologically, but we have the same foster parents if that means anything."

"Alright...how about you guys wait in that room, right over there," Maggie pointed to a door a few rooms down, "And I will be with you guys in a moment."

Ellie nodded and bent down to explain what was happening to the younger boys before grabbing their hands and walking them down to the room.

"So you wanna explain a little more maybe?" Maggie raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, their foster parents should be arrested, that's what," I seethed.

"Their foster dad pushed Naia into the coffee table when she burnt the toast," Brett explained, "And by the sounds of it, I don't think it was a one-time thing."

I nodded, "And Ellie said that he drinks. The foster dad... he drinks and then he gets angrier."

"And then we think he takes it out on the kids," Brett added.

"Bastards," Maggie shook her head, "I'll make sure that we look into it."

"Maybe try and talk to the kids more," I suggested, "They might tell you more than they told us.

Maggie nodded, "Will do."

Brett and I thanked her and started wheeling the stretcher back out of the ER.

"Remember what Boden says," Brett said as we left.

"Yeah yeah, drop them off and leave," I sighed. "No getting attached."

"That's right, no getting attached," Brett told me.

We approached the back of the ambo and Brett swung the doors open before helping me get the stretcher back into the back.

"No getting attached," I repeated though I wasn't really listening.

"Dawson, I mean it," Brett said as we walked around to the side.

We got in the front with Brett in the driver's seat.

"No getting attached," She looked over at me, "They got this."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, though I had this feeling that as great as Chicago Med was, those foster parents would still get away with this.