It was later in the month that the police and hospital staff allowed Doctor McCoy to remove the harnesses holding Gavin down. The young man sat up and looked around for the first time in weeks, his neck cracking loudly. Gavin swung his legs over the side of the bed and set his hands down beside him, pushing himself off the bed, and he nearly screamed in pain. The wound on his right hand hadn't healed yet, and it was very painful. Doctor McCoy walked towards him and looked at him. "Are you okay lad?" he asked, concerned. "Hm? Oh.. yeah.. I guess" he said, his injured hand throbbing. The Doctor looked at him, knowing that he was in pain, and smiled a little. "You sure you're okay, no cuts or abrasions that I can look at?" he asked in a quiet voice. "I guess.. Except maybe for this." he said, holding up his bandaged hand. No one had thought to look at the wound, and with the tensor bandage on it, the doctor's hadn't really noticed it in their rush to put the restraints on. The Doctor took Gavin's hand and carefully began to unbind it. "You know, you should've had this looked at by a medical professional" Doctor McCoy said as he looked at the wound. "Doctor's cost money, something we don't have" "Well Gavin, it seems you've developed a nasty infection here. You didn't let the wound breathe long enough, so you trapped some bacteria in the wound, and in the moist, dark confines of this tensor bandage, it's had ample time to grow into a full blow infection. Now, I think that you should get some anti-inflammatories in you and a good dose of penicillin into you too." "Can't take 'em. Allergic to most medications. Only thing that ever worked for me is no longer available." Doctor McCoy looked at him. "Well, I guess we could try and synthesize some of this drug that works for you" "I guess you could try.. I think it's mentioned in my medical folder" The Doctor looked at him and nodded. "No, I meant the one at my home. though I guess that I'm not going back there" Doctor McCoy raised an eyebrow at the young man. "Why ever not young man?" he asked. "You don't know my Aunt and Uncle. They've most likely torn my room apart and tossed all of my things out." "No lad, not at all. Professor Xavier went to them and they were obligingly happy to see him. He asked them if he could take you to our School, free of charge, and help you" "So you mean.. I'm. not going home?" Gavin asked, his voice soft and almost hollow. "Well, that's up to you. The final decision is up to you. Would you like to come to our School and learn? I can promise that it will be better than the high school." "I. I.. I guess.. but. did my parents. aunt and uncle. however you want to term them.. did they even seem. phased at you coming to see them?" "I don't believe so. the professor said that your aunt and uncle were very happy that you were going to come to our school" Gavin looked at the man, and he began to cry. "Gavin? Are you okay? What's wrong?" asked Doctor McCoy, his voice filled with concern. "I. I.. I guess it was true. I.. they never did want me." he murmured out as he drew his knees up to his chin and sat there silently. Doctor McCoy looked at the lad and blinked. ^What have they done to you lad?^ he thought to himself. "They hate me. They've always hated me. Especially my Aunt.. Mother. I don't care! The damn woman used to put her cigarette's out in my hand! Goddamned bitch never knew when to quit!" Gavin looked up into Doctor McCoy's eyes, tears running down his face. "Mr. McCoy. I'd like to come and stay at the school. I guess there's no place else for me" Gavin said, quietly sobbing and he drew his knees up to his chin again. Mr. McCoy put a hand on Gavin's shoulder softly, which the young man cringed at. "Dear Gods lad, what'd they do to you" he said as he looked at the young wreck of a man. Gavin simply sat there whimpering.

I apologise for this one being so short, I promise the nest one will be longer!! Death Jester.