Gabby's POV

Brett and I had just dropped off a patient who had been hit by a car but was really lucky to have only sustained minor injuries. On our way out, I noticed a familiar face.

"Brett," I nudged my partner, "Is that Naia?"

"Yeah," Brett nodded. "I think it is."

I clicked my tongue off the roof of my mouth, "We should go and say hi."

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Brett trailed off but I pretended to not have heard.

"Naia!" I said, a big smile forming on my face as I headed towards her hospital room.

Her forehead had been stitched up and she looked a lot less pale.

"Dawson." I heard Brett's warning tone but I didn't care right now so I ignored it.

"How have things been?" I asked, leaning against the wall next to her hospital bed.

Seeing that I wasn't leaving, Brett came and joined me, standing beside me.

I don't know what I expected. That maybe she would speak to me now. That everything just magically got better.

Naia didn't say anything but she did give me a sad smile.

"Are you getting discharged today?" I asked. "Is someone coming to get you?"

As if on cue, a burly man suddenly marched into the room and headed straight past us and got up in Naia's face.

"You little bitch, you coward!" He snarled, not even noticing Brett and I standing behind him. "You are going to regret what you did young lady. You know that I don't tolerate or accept those kinds of actions. I'm going to teach you a lesson when we get home."

"Hey!" I said loudly but the man didn't hear, too caught up in his anger.

"Oh why wait..." The man said and out of nowhere, socked Naia in the cheek.

"Hey!" I shouted and pulled the man off of Naia.

He seemed taken aback.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the question was but I didn't because the situation wasn't funny.

"The question is, what are you doing?" I said and beside me, Brett announced that she would get some ice.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked.

I was really confused, "Um, beating up a little girl?"

"Yeah right," He snorted, "I'm teaching her a lesson."

"A lesson? You just punched her in the face!" I said, feeling the anger start to bubble.

"Not hard, just to scare her into not doing it again." The man said. I started to suspect that this was Mr. Samual.

I decided to ask him. "Are you Mr. Samual?"

"Yes."

"Were you the one that gave Naia a concussion?" I asked. The man looked quizzical.

"Naia got into a fight with her foster brother Shane. Shane pushed Naia and she fell and hit her head, was knocked unconscious." His story seemed so real and he had told it in such a genuine way that I almost believed it.

"But then why'd you book it and leave?" I asked.

Mr. Samual nodded. "Yes, I did leave. My wife had to attend an extremely important meeting and she doesn't drive"

"So you left you foster kids alone, one of them unconscious." I tried to clarify.

Mr. Samual nodded again. "Yes, I did. I told Ellie to keep an eye out on Naia and call me if anything went wrong."

"So then why'd you have to teach Naia a lesson just now?" I asked.

"She keeps on picking fights with our foster kids. Gave little Thomas a black eye once. One of our past foster kids, Haley, we ended up having to move her to a different family because of Naia," Mr. Samual said.

I looked over at Naia who had a strange look on her face and a sad look in her eyes.

I knew the court would believe his story, and Naia did too.

"Here, I found some ice," Brett had returned with an ice pack in her hand before handing it over to Naia.

I was going to open my mouth and think of some retaliation against Mr. Samual's story but before I could come up with something, a call came in through the radio.

"Come on, we gotta go," Brett tugged on my elbow and I nodded.

I gave Mr. Samual one last dirty look and Naia one last smile before hurrying off along with Brett.

We hopped onto the ambo parked outside and took off.