"Tommy?...Tommy open your eyes pal..."
"Coach?" Tom whispered groggley opening his eyes and staring up at his captain.
"How you feelin'?"
"Like someone is twisting my intestine around my stomach and tying it into a knot over and over and over again..."
"Are you dizzy?"
"mmmmhmmm"
"Cold?"
Tom gave him a look to say what the hell do you think before glancing down at the blanket still wrapped tightly around him.
"Sorry... dumb question."
"Hanson, how many narcotics did they have you on while you were in that place?"
"I-I don't know... most of the time I was to out of it to tell you what they were doing to me..."
"Well there's our answer." Dpug growled gripping the styrophome coffee cup tighter in his hand as his jaw clenched. "Bastards."
"See for yourself." Tommy reluctantly held out his bandaged arm toward his captain. "This place was no vacation hotel...we're talking child endangerment, drug abuse, illegal physical restraint..."
Fuller sighed as he re-wrapped the bandage around Tommy's arm... "We're going to nail these guys Tom, but right now I want you to worry about getting healthy, then we will build our case." He looked up at the other man still hovering above them both, "Can I see you in the kitchen for a minute?"
"Sure thing, I'll be right in the kitchen if you need anything Hanson."
Captain fuller shook his head leaning back against the kitchen counter top.
"What is it?"
"He's going through withdrawl..." Captain fuller whispered clearing his throat.
"You-you mean like a druggie?" Doug asked confused.
"Exactly like a druggie."
"But...How? I mean how can they do these things to these people and get away with them? How can their families not know whats going on?"
"Well Doug, unfortuntaley, when you put a loved one in a place like that the chances of them getting out are slim so they can do whatever they like to you... it's not like they are going to be able to tell anyone... why do you think they call it wearhousing? They pump you so full of drugs that your not good for much other than laying there."
"And if you try to fight back-"
"You end up with a higher doseage of "medication" and eventually you wont be able to fight anymore."
"How...How am I supposed to help him captain? I want to do something, I need to do something... "
"There is nothing you can do Doug, you just have to be there for him, and help him through this... I'll send Ioki by tonight to stay with him for a while, your going to need your rest if your going to be any good to him right now..."
"No sir, it's fine really I can-"
"I"M SENDING IOKI BY!" The captain repeated not loud but firm, "This is no time to be stubborn Penhall."
"I just hate to leave... you know incase he needs me or something..."
"If you don't go home tonight and get some rest your not going to be any good at all when he does need you."
"But I just-" The two men's converstation was interupted by a lous crashing sound coming from the living room as both thier heads shot up. "Oh god Hanson..."
"Hanson..." Captain fuller sighed following closely behind Penhall who was now headed into the livinf room where Tom was now hunched over the coffee table the glasses and magazines that once decorated it now scattered all over the floor. "What were you doing?"
"Dizzy..." He mumbled his feet swaying as the two men pulled him up.
"We know... why were you out of bed Tom"
"I'm gonna be sick..." He mumbled into Doug's shoulder...
"Again? You haven't even eaten anything..."
"It's not food, it's the drugs he's throwing up." Captain Fuller frowned helping Penhall get him into the bathroom."This is going to be a long few days."
"Maybe... maybe we should get him to a hospital?" Doug frowned not liking the idea at all himself as he held his froend once more over the toilet...
"NOOOOOO!" Tom growled between gags. "Please! NO!"
"Alright Tom alright..." Fuller sighed lowering his voice a little. "You can't force him to go..."
"I just think they are a little more properly equipped for this..."
"I'm fine... you wanna go...go..."
"Hanson shut up man, I'm not leaving you like this your not fine... your sick..."
"And you want to pawn me off on some nurse."
"No one said that Tom." Adam sighed stepping in...
"Well it's what you implied, both of you implied it..."
"We did no such-" Penhall was cut shot when his captain shook his head no, figuring it was pointless to argue at the moment.
"Easy does it... how's your head feeling?" Fuller asked helping Doug set the smaller man down on the tiles of the bathroom floor. "I mean- tilt your head back Tom..." The captain sighed and reached over grabbing a wad of toilet paper when he noticed the blood now dripping from officer Hanson's nostrils.
"What?..."
"Your nose is bleeding buddy, tilt your head back for me."
"I think I'm falling apart coach..." Tom groaned closing his eyes.
"It's alright we're gonna put you back together again...I promise." Fuller stated reassuringly looking up at Doug and sighing as the two men shared a worried expression.