A/N: Here's chap 13. This is dedicated to everyone who reads my story! I love you all! Anyway I hope you liked the story! Chapters will be WAY shorter, but I will update faster as well. I'm sorry for any inconvenience with the much shorter chapters. Also there will be more chapters then I expected.

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"Is he going to be okay?" Don asked the doctor worriedly. He sat next to his brother's still form.

"Your brother has a fractured shoulder, the Acromion to be specific, and bruised ribs. Something hit him hard in an upward motion. He also has a spiral fracture in his wrist" Dr. Garson explained calmly.

"A baseball bat," Don seethed angrily through his clenched teeth.

"That would do it," he acknowledged with a grim smile, "We set his shoulder with a pressure bandage and a sling," he pointed to the injured area, "He also has a skull fracture. We can't be sure the full extent of the damage until he wakes up."

"Okay…" Don trailed off as the doctor walked out of the room. Silently he sat on the chair at his brother's bedside, "Hey buddy, I-I'm sorry I let this happen to you."

He prayed Charlie would answer him, but only his rhythmic breathing greeted him.

"Don?" Don whipped his head toward the door and saw his father standing in the doorway.

"Hey Dad," Don acknowledged quietly, "I'm sor-"

"Not your fault Don," his father told him simply, as he entered Charlie's hospital room.

"Where's Tommy?" Don asked, changing the subject abruptly.

"He's in the waiting room. You think Charlie will want to see him when he wakes up?"

"Charlie thinks he's dead," Don reminded his father as he took Charlie's limp hand in his own.

"All the better for Charlie to see him," Alan answered seriously.

"Get him off me!" A scream interrupted the conversation as Charlie abruptly began to flail around in the hospital bed.

Don looked urgently at his father who immediately pressed the call button. "Get who off you? Buddy, what's wrong?"

"No! Get off me, please just leave me alone," Charlie's eyes were wide and slightly glazed, but the fear within them was clear for Don and Alan to see. Don clasped his brother's hand tighter in an attempt to comfort him. The look in his brother's eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life. Charlie was not supposed to have to feel that kind of fear or horror.

"There's no one here but me and your brother..." Alan tried to sooth his youngest son in a soft voice.

Tears peeked through Charlie's eyelids as he pressed them together tightly, "They killed Tommy...GET OFF ME! Please…jus-just leave me alone!"

The doctor came in brandishing a needle and Charlie's screams intensified in pitch and volume at the sight of it. Quickly the doctor injected the drug into Charlie's IV and the effects were nearly immediate. Charlie's eyes drooped slowly and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

"What's going on?" Alan demanded an answer from the doctor.

"Often hallucinations are a side effect of a skull fracture. The hallucinations vary from person to person. Sometimes an underlying fear, and sometimes it's completely irrational," Dr. Garson explained, "From the sounds of it, your son is reliving an experience, but the details have changed in the hallucination to make it even more horrifying."

Charlie murmured slightly in his drug induced sleep, a small word slipped out of his mouth pleadingly, "no…" and then he was silent again.

"Oh god..." Don closed his eyes slowly as he realized what Charlie's hallucination must've been, "You did an exam right? You know a..." he dropped his voice into a whisper and grimaced as he said the words, "Sexual Assault Exam?"

"There were no signs of sexual assault," Dr. Garson informed him and Don let out a sigh of relief.

"Does he think that he was, because of the fracture?" Alan ventured painfully. He was glad his youngest hadn't been raped, but if Charlie thought he had been, it was nearly as bad.

"That's very possible," the doctor told them grimly, "I'm thinking soft restraints may be necessary until the hallucinations cease. Considering the shape his wrists are in, I'm hoping it won't come to that. Also it is very possible it may remind him of when he was restrained during his abduction."

"That would not be a good thing," Don commented with a grimace, "Can you avoid restraining him, even if it's soft restraints?"

Dr. Garson hesitated, but relented, realizing it was probably best for his patient's emotional well-being, "At the first sign of violence toward others or himself or if he tries to get out of the bed, we'll have to restrain him. Otherwise, I think we can refrain from it."

Don let out a small appreciative sigh; glad Charlie had an understanding doctor, "How long is he going to be out?"

"I only gave him a slight sedative, so anywhere between three to four hours depending on Dr. Eppes," Dr. Garson informed him.

"Is there anything we can do, to keep him calm when he awakens?" Alan asked with fatherly concern that was definitely well placed.

"The best you can do is talk to him, be there for him," Dr. Garson told them seriously, "Try to find a way to counteract his hallucinations. Prove to him they aren't real."

Don nodded as the doctor walked quickly out of the room and could swear Dr. Garson had taken a psychology class at some point. He seemed to know a lot about the emotions involved with patients who'd experienced trauma.

He settled into his chair as comfortably as he could and squeezed Charlie's hand again gently. His brother was away from Lexo, the prostitution/slave ring and from the terrorists, but he was still there in his mind. Even though Alex and Todd were dead and Lexo in custody, but his brother was still very much in their clutches.

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I know this is like way shorter, but my writer's block is like major right now. I hope the next one will be a little longer. Please be constructive in your reviews and try not to comment on the shortness, because I already know about it and am sorry for it.