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Later, that night, Scott shifted on the hospital bed.

"I wanna go home!" he exclaimed.

"Scott, there's still a lot of people that need to ask you questions," Martin told him.

"I want to go home!" Scott cried. Elaine blew out a breath.

"Martin, maybe we should bring him home. He looks awfully tired," she said.

"But where is he going to sleep? I'm sure he doesn't want to go back to the guestroom or his room," Martin pointed out.

"Well, you're right. I mean, after the whole ordeal with my father, I never even wanted to look at my old room ever again," Elaine agreed.

"Can't we please just go home? We can figure that out when we get there," Scott said with a hint of a whine.

"I'll go talk to the doctors," Martin stated. With that, he walked out of the room. Scott sighed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a brat," he apologized.

"You're just tired," his stepmother dismissed. She reached out as if to touch his arm, but then pulled it back.

"It's okay, Elaine," Scott assured. She reached out and patted his arm. They smiled at each other. Just then, Martin came back with a doctor.

"Scott, your father tells me you want to go home. Are you sure that's what you want?" the doctor questioned.

"Yeah, I wanna go home," Scott insisted.

"Mr. and Mrs. Barringer, you're the legal guardians," the doctor stated.

"We'll sign the release papers," Elaine replied.

"All right," the doctor sighed. Martin followed the man back out into the halls.

"Come on. Let's get you ready," Elaine said cheerfully.

"Yeah," Scott grinned. It didn't take too long, since he had just brought a few things. Shortly after they had gathered up his belongings, Martin walked in.

"Okay, let's go," he stated. They all walked out of the hospital. At home, Scott stopped in the living room.

"Would it be all right if I crashed on the couch in here?" he requested.

"Whatever you want," Martin replied.

"I'll get you some blankets and a pillow," Elaine offered. Scott nodded.

"Thanks," he whispered. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep. As soon as he was asleep, he'd feel better, he was sure of it. Within minutes, the woman had come back with blanket and a pillow.

"Here you go," Elaine said.

"Thank you," Scott answered.

"Good night, Scott," Martin said. With that, he and his wife went upstairs. Scott immediately got under the covers and closed his eyes.

"NO! NO! DON'T!" Martin and Elaine heard half an hour later.

"That's Scott," Elaine gasped. Husband and wife raced downstairs, flipped on the lights, and knelt next to the couch.

"No. No, please," Scott pleaded. "Cecilia, please. Don't," he begged, tossing and turning.

"Scott? Scott, hey," Martin said, applying his weight against his son.

"No!" Scott gasped, finally waking up.

"You're okay, Scott. It was just a dream," Elaine comforted, smoothing his hair back.

"She---she---" he stopped mid-sentence and began to cry.