Author's Note:

Hi everybody! I'm baaack! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time but I've been busy with schoolwork and other equally fun stuff. I got all A's and B's on my report card though, resulting in my gaining of two new books and a DVD. Go me!

I have a few announcements that need to be read before you start reading the following story. Announcement one is that I will not be updating Watch Out World. (Dodges rocks and other things being thrown) Calm down though, I'm not finished! (Clears throat) Announcement two is that I will be completely re-writing the story. I will start from scratch (list of events in order), then move on to a rough draft (written in my notebook), and ending with a final copy that i will post. It's up to you whether I leave the old copy up or take it down after I post the first chapter of the newly re-written version. It will stay up for now. Announcement three is that I have all of this story written and ready to type up. I'll post a chapter every three days, or when I get five reviews. Whichever comes first. (hint hint)

With that out of the way, enjoy the story!

Hospital Blues Brought to you By Childe of Darkness Rated T+ for mentions of rape/abuse, slash, minor language, adult situations

Summary: (AU) William, the son of a rich businessman, is involved in a brutal car accident after being kidnapped. Now crippled and disowned, will he ever find peace again?

Prologue

The calm of the cool fall night was broken by a loud screech that was followed by a horrible crunching sound. It woke a good deal of the sleeping residents of Manor Drive, including a middle-aged couple that had barely even drifted off to sleep.

Jane and her husband Tom, both of who worked the night shift at the local warehouse, had just returned home from work. They had changed into their pajamas and had just crawled into bed when the loud noise woke them and prompted Jane to the window. Both realized that their night of planned sleep and peace had been ruined, and Jane was ready to yell out the window at whatever hooligan that had decided to make that awful noise.

But once Jane had seen that cause of the horrible sound, all angry thoughts at their interrupted night flew out of her mind. "Thomas, call 9-1-1." She said in a horrified whisper. She took in the form of a large dark-colored van that was tipped onto it's back, and the smaller form of a light-colored car that was tilted at an angle half on the sidewalk.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked, phone in one hand and ready to dial with the other. Jane ignored him and slipped into her robe. She rushed down the stairs and slipped her feet into her shoes. She grabbed a flashlight and flung the door open. She rushed out onto the street as her husband began to speak to the woman on the other end of the phone.

A petite woman was climbing shakily out of the car, a hand pressed to a bleeding wound on her forehead. "It just came barreling out of nowhere." She was saying. "I barely saw it." Jane shushed her as she helped her over to the curb. "Just before we hit I could see the driver. He was turned around. I think something in the back was distracting him."

"It's okay. I'm going over to look, see if I can help. An ambulance is on its way." The woman nodded and Jane straightened. She looked over to the van and took a deep breath.

The van was tilted onto it's back, wheels still spinning lazily and smoke curled up in thick columns. The drivers side of front was smashed in and Jane could see the driver had smashed his head into the steering wheel. His eyes were opened and glazed. He was dead.

The side of the van was crumpled in from the roll and it took all of her strength to pry it open. It was a good thing she did because smoke billowed out. It would have suffocated whoever was in the back if they weren't already dead. When the smoke cleared she could make out the insides of the van and the occupants.

There were three of them. All were pinned under the bulk of a metal beam, and the two women were dead. Their heads were tilted at an odd angle and the beam had landed on their chests. Jane let out a breath when she realized that the last occupant of the van, a young boy, was still alive. Barely.

"It's okay kiddo. There's an ambulance on the way." She said soothingly. The boy whimpered and she studied him as the wail of sirens filled the night air. He had pale blonde hair that had been bleached. She knew because the roots were beginning to show. His eyes were a deep pain-filled blue. His face was pale and pinched. He bit through his lip as the van shifted. That's when Jane realized that his hands were bound tightly behind his back.

The ambulance roared to a stop a few feet away and two men jumped out of the cab. One took a detour to the front of the van while the other rushed over to Jane. "How many?" He asked her as he set down a medical bag.

"Three back here. I think two are dead." She answered. She stepped back as he crawled inside. He gently placed his fingers on the neck of the woman closest and shook his head. He repeated the process with the other one before moving to the boy.

"Easy there son. What's your name?" He asked once affirming that the boy was alive. The boy's lips moved but Jane couldn't hear what was said. The EMT did though and he frowned. "Okay Will, okay. I'm gonna get you out of here."

"The driver is dead." The other EMT said as he moved next to Jane.

"These women are too. The boy's alive though, so go get the stretcher and a neck brace. I'm going to move the beam off of him." EMT number two nodded and raced off. "Now, try not to move while I do this okay Will?" The boy, Will, nodded and Jane watched as the EMT heaved the heavy beam off. She moved aside as it landed beside her.

"Here." The other EMT had returned and slid a stretcher into the van, followed by a neck brace. "Need me to come in there Rob?" Rob shook his head and slid Will onto the stretcher. He snapped the neck brace into place and began to slide the stretcher out of the van.

"Will he be okay?" Jane asked as Will was removed from the wreckage and strapped into the back of the ambulance. Rob turned to her with warm brown eyes.

"I don't know. It's pretty bad, but if we get him to the hospital in time he might make it." Jane nodded as the other EMT climbed into the back and began to clean off his face and arms. "Do you live nearby?"

"Right across the street."

"Good. Stay until the police get here, they'll want to question you." Jane nodded.

"Good luck." She whispered as Rob climbed into the front seat and the ambulance sped away. Her husband came up behind her and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"He'll be fine." He said.

"I hope so. I sure hope so."

TBC

So? Any good? Should I continue?