Chap12 silence isn't always golden.

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Emma walked nervously into the room. She found it a little hard to believe that a seventeen year old kid had the ability to make her this nervous. She wasn't sure what exactly it was about him that made him have this effect on her. She wondered if he was aware of the slight power he held over her. In many respects the power he had surprised her given that he was so severely put down every time he attempted to make himself known.

"Sheldon?" she asked as she approached the bed. She sighed when she did not receive an answer. "Sheldon this really is no time for your games. I really need you to work with me on this one," she said almost begging him. It wasn't until she had finished talking that she realised he was sleeping. She sighed as she looked at his sleeping form. "Please let me help, trust me it will be the best thing you can do," Emma whispered to him even although she knew he couldn't hear her.

Emma stiffened when Sands began to shift about and clearly become more unsettled. Emma sighed it was no surprise given the life he had led that he suffered nightmares. It was cruel she thought silently. He suffered enough during the day the least he could have is a little peace as he slept.

She moved slightly closer when she heard him mutter clearly disturbed at the hands of a dream or flashback. She felt guilty listening into his dream. She felt like she was invading his privacy but she knew it may be what he needed to help him so she continued to listen.

"No…all my fault…" he muttered. Emma listened closely trying to put some kind of context to his mutterings.

Sands tossed and turned feverishly as the flashback took a hold. Emma considered calling a doctor in but she held back for the time being. She knew if a doctor saw him like this he would be put straight onto medication. That was the last thing she wanted right now not when she felt she was so close in getting somewhere with him.

"No…please wake up…don't leave me…it was a mistake…" he muttered his voice starting to get louder the more worked up he got.

"This is all your fault Sheldon!" his mother screamed at him her face just inches from his.

"What…what is?" he whispered nervously.

"What? What do you mean what? I had a little visitor today. Do you want to know who it was?" she asked coldly. "A social worked. A posh bloody cow from the social coming in here poking her nose about making sure everything was and I quote "ok." What made them come here Sheldon? What have you being saying about us? You ungrateful little shit just you wait till your father hears about this!" she roared slapping him hard across the face sending him reeling back swallowing blood.

Sands tried to regulate his breathing. He didn't even want to think about his father's reaction. "I…I honestly haven't said anything to anybody about anything," he said honestly. He might not have said anything to anyone but he had heard teachers in school talking about him. He knew better than to say anything about that to her mother or even more so to his father.

Anger seethed within his mother. "Don't lie to me. Do not treat me like a fool!" she raged.

"No I wasn't I…" he was cut short as his mother hit him hard across the head.

"Just go now, get in there," she screamed ordering him to his room.

Sands got up quickly disappearing into his room.

"Just you wait until your father comes home then you'll be sorry," she hollered after him.

Sands had no idea how long he had sat in his room but he clearly remembered the feeling of dread when he heard the slam of the from door and the loud squeak as he opened his bedroom door.

Sands jerked awake panting and sweating as he tried to compose himself. When he had calmed slightly he noticed Emma in the room with him. "Get out…get out," he yelled.

"Sheldon it's alright. Listen to me I only want to help," she said soothingly.

"No..help..help? You can't help this is all your fault," he yelled.

Emma bit her lip and left the room. She was starting to think maybe her colleagues were right and she was too soft. She couldn't handle this all she wanted to was help him she just didn't know how.