Hi, everyone! I'm back with another chapter. Today, we're gonna have Rudy join his friends for the first time since the kidnapping and rescue. Plus, we'll get a flashback and journal entry from Donald's point of view. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains another flashback of child abuse. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 5: I'll Be Needing Stitches

It took a while, but the doctors were able to calm Rudy down. And when they felt he was ready, they allowed him to join his friends finally in the children's room. He slowly entered the room, where the other boys were sitting on the carpet.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look who finally decided to join us..." Albert said with a smile.

Rudy frowned, but he joined his friends where they sat, "Hey, dudes."

"How're you feeling? We all kinda saw what happened earlier..."

"Ugh... I'm fine. I just had an episode... but I'm okay..."

Albert looked down at the journal by his side, and picked it up, showing it to Rudy, "Well, if you want to, you can write about your feelings in this journal. If you're not ready to talk about your experiences with those people who took you..."

The teen looked at the journal, before glaring at Albert, "What makes you think I wanna discuss about what happened at ALL?! I sure don't wanna talk about it! Writing about it will only bring back the memories!"

"But it'll help with the police investigation, Rudy. Harold and Bucky already wrote in it. When you get ready, you can write in it."

But Rudy just turned away, "I'm not gonna be ready, because I don't want to write anything. And frankly, neither should the rest of you. Tell me, do any of you really want to have to go through all of that, and basically have to memorize all those awful things those people did to us?"

The other boys looked down, before Harold spoke, "Well. Having to remember most of the details is kinda rough. But like Fat Albert said, it'll help the police with finding those people. Besides, they're gonna have to question us eventually on what happened anyways, so might as well..."

"Yeah..." Bucky agreed, "We all suffered, Rudy. And keeping it to ourselves won't help..."

However, Rudy was still insistent on not writing even single word. He couldn't. Not after everything that happened. He didn't wish to risk remembering it all for the sake of writing it down.

Meanwhile with Donald, he was just sitting off to the side, not really paying much attention to his friends. He was mostly looking at the stitches on his arms and legs, and frowned. Despite how much the others tried to reassure him, he still felt like a freak with them. And even when the injuries healed up and the stitches would be removed... it wouldn't feel any different.

"I wish they didn't cut me up so badly..." he said to himself, "Or else I wouldn't be needing these stitchings and stuff..."

"Donald..."

The teen looked up to the door, to see his mother walking towards him, holding a little visitor, "Daisy wants to see you..." She said.

"Dona!" the baby cooed in delight as she reached for her brother. Donald gladly took Daisy in his arms and smiled at her, "Would you mind watching over her for a little while?" Mrs. Parker asked, "I need to run some errands."

"Sure, Mom..." Donald nodded, "I could use the company..."

"Thanks, dear..."

With that, she left. Donald looked at his little sister, as she smiled and batted his face with her tiny hands, "You're glad to see me again, aren't ya?" He asked, "It's been a while, but your big brother is back. Man, those bad people sure messed me up. But I'm lucky to still be alive. I got all these scars though, look."

Placing Daisy in his lap, he rolled up his sleeves to show her stitches. The baby, of course not knowing the real deal, patted the stitches with curiosity. Donald winced, but tried to keep a good attitude, "You're lucky..." he said, "You didn't have to go through everything I went through. You're just a baby..."

The more he thought about it, perhaps he did have something to say now. The teen looked over to Albert, "Hey, F-Fat Albert. Can I see that book? I wanna write somethin'!"

"Sure thing, Donald." The large boy replied with a smile as he slid the book over to his friend.

"Fa Abba!" Daisy babbled.

Albert smiled. Donald's little sister was just too pure. Donald took to book and a pencil, and started to think of how he wanted to start this off.

"Okay... how are we gonna do this... oh! I know! 'Dear Journal... I guess it's my turn to write in here... so I got all these stitches because of those bad guys. Let me tell ya how it happened..."

"You little pussy!" Gabe growled as he glared at Donald's soiled pants, "You wet yourself?! What are ya, a baby?"

"You'd think teens would learn not to do that..." Bella replied, "I guess little Donnie needs to be taught a lesson."

Gabe nodded, "Oh, I'll teach him a lesson alright. I'll teach him to be a MAN!" He then threw Rudy, who he was holding, down to the floor, and the crying boy crawled back into the corner where the others were.

As for Donald, he shook with fear as he covered his face with his sleeves, "N-N-No, p-please... I-I-I'm sorry. I-I just g-got s-s-s-scared..." He stuttered, "P-Please don't hurt me... it won't h-happen a-again..."

But when the boy looked up again, he paled when he noticed the man holding a large knife in his hand, "Don't worry, boy... we'll make sure it doesn't happen again.." He sneered.

Suddenly, he grabbed Donald by the shirt and pulled him up. Raising the life, he brought it down along his arm, leaving a big rip, with a cut the same size. Donald screamed in pain, clutching his arm. Gabe then brought the knife across the same arm again.

Again and again, the poor boy was slashed. On his arms, his chest, his legs, even his back, reopening the wounds from when he was whipped. As it happened, Donald could catch a glimpse of his friends. They were terrified. Russell held on tightly to Bill. Bucky, Harold, and Mush were looking away. Rudy... looked absolutely broken...

And Donald felt broken at the moment...

Soon, the slashing came to a stop, as Donald was on the floor, breathing heavily and crying, a pool of blood slowly forming under him. Gabe placed his foot on the teen's back, making him yelp, "Now... are you gonna piss your pants anymore...?" He asked.

"N-N-N-No, s-s-s-sir..." He whimpered.

Gabe smirked, "Good... now. How about we give you a bath?"

With that, both he and Bella grabbed Donald and dragged him over to a tub on the other side of the basement. Stripping him of his clothes (except for his hat), they basically dropped him into the tub... which was steaming hot.

Donald was not liking this as he was roughly bathed. The water had began a mix of red and brown due to all the blood. After about ten minutes of scrubbing and stinging soap, he was dried, redressed, and thrown back to his friends.

"Let that be a warning to the rest of you brats!" Gabe scowled at all of them, "If any of you decide to piss on yourself, it's punishment time... got it?"

All of the boys nodded rapidly.

"Good..."

As soon as that was said, the nasty couple walked up the stairs again, with Bella giving these parting words, "We'll be back later with dinner, sweetie pies..."

Once the door closed, Donald began to cry again, "I'm such a baby! I can't believe I just wet myself like that!"

Bill patted his shoulder, "You're not a baby, Donald. You got scared. I'm not sure any of us wouldn't have peed a little after... what they just did to Rudy..."

At the mention of that, it was Rudy's turn to burst into tears again, burying his face in his hands, "I hate this... I just really hate this! Those people suck! They really do! I don't know how much more I can take of this torture!"

"Me neither!" Russell whimpered, "I wanna go home! I want my Momma and Dad!"

Again, Harold tried to be optimistic, "I know this keeps getting worse, dudes. But we gotta keep having faith. Someone will find us and get us out of here, I just know it..."

"B-But do you know how long it'll be...?" Donald asked, "It's been six days already! I won't be surprised if we die before anybody finds us here!"

"Don't say that... we just gotta be brave..."

At this point, Donald wasn't sure if being brave would even help. For the past six, almost seven, days, they all have been through nothing but pain and misery. What's going to happen if it kept going... would they even survive? Only time would tell...

"I... I need to sleep..."

With that, the pink hat wearing boy decided to lie down, hoping that a nap could take his worries away... for now...

"And that's how it happened. It's kinda silly, but I was scared, so who wouldn't pee? You're probably wondering what happened to Rudy... well, that's a entry for another time. See ya, Donald..."

After finishing the last sentence, he closed the book and handed it back to Albert, who promised to read it later. From there, the boys spent most of their time playing with Daisy. She was now eleven months old, and already saying so many words, most of them being her brother and his friends names. Just barely though.

Among her vocabulary was the following, aside from 'Momma', 'Dada', 'eat', and 'nighty night'.

Dona (Donald).

Fa Abba (Albert).

Bee (Bill)

Russa (Russell).

Way Harry (Harold).

Mushymow (Mush).

Buck (Bucky)

And Rude (Rudy).

Out of all the boys, Rudy was the most annoyed with how the baby pronounced his name. He knew she was still learning, but that didn't mean it didn't irritate him to be known as 'Rude', especially since Russell always had some jokes about it.

"Bee? Bee?" Daisy asked, looking around for Bill.

The boys frowned. From what they heard, Bill still wasn't waking up, despite being a bit responsive. How were they suppose to explain this to a baby? Russell decided to speak, "Um... Bee isn't here, Daisy. He's sleeping. But hopefully he'll wake up and we can all play together."

"Oh..." The baby cooed, nodding.

Soon, Mrs. Parker came back to pick up Daisy. The infant, of course, wasn't so happy about leaving her brother, but was promised that they would come back the next day. While the others engaged in conversation, Albert took some time to himself to read Donald's entry in the journal.

'Dear Journal... I guess it's my turn to write in here... so I got all these stitches because of those bad guys. Let me tell ya how it happened...

It happened when they were hurting Rudy real bad. I felt so bad for him. And I also really scared. So scared that, please don't laugh, I wet myself right then and there. Embarrassing, ain't it? Unfortunately, the man noticed, and got real mad. He and the lady thought I was a baby. I tried telling them that I was scared, but I don't think they cared.

That's when the man took a knife and starting cutting me up. And let me tell you, it really hurt. Like, really hurt. It hurt more than the whipping we got when those people first brought us here. I got cut on my arms, my legs, my chest, even my back. Like that wasn't wasn't hurt. Thankfully, he stopped, but then he and his wife decided to give me a bath.

It was hot, and the soap stung because of all the cuts. But at least I was clean... I guess... afterwards, they warned the other dudes not to pee their pants. Then they left. I felt like a baby for what I did, but the others tried to tell me that I was just scared. And I was. I still felt awful for what happened to Rudy. And I don't think he's gotten over it still...

It had been six days at this point, and all of us were tired. We weren't sure if we'd even get away and be free. But Harold keep saying to be brave. I guess it worked.

And that's how it happened. It's kinda silly, but I was scared, so who wouldn't pee? You're probably wondering what happened to Rudy... well, that's a entry for another time. See ya, Donald...'

"Poor... Donald..."

From what Albert read, it appeared that Donald didn't have the best time. None of them did, but it sure seemed that Donald was one of the ones who suffered the worst... and so did Rudy. It made him curious as to what exactly happened to Rudy. Perhaps when he was ready to talk about... he would find out...

He soon set the journal down and rejoined his friends. Russell, Bucky, Donald, and Mush should be ready to leave the hospital in the next few days. Harold would have to stay for some physical therapy. Rudy would stay for more monitoring. Bill... was obvious.

Speaking of which. The Cosby's came to see their youngest boy and bring him back to his room for the night. They had an update for him that Bill was being more responsive, and was more likely to wake up.

Russell was delighted. But before he could rejoice too much, they heard noise down the hall. Russell peeked out the door, and paled at what he saw...

His brother on a gurney being rushed into the operating room. A doctor rushed to his parents to inform him of what was going on, "William was being checked on when he started having a seizure. And all of a sudden, he started oozing blood from the mouth. We're going to see about this and perform an emergency operation..."

A seizure...?

Blood oozing from the mouth...?

Emergency operation...?

Bill...?

This was all too much for Russell to take. He back awayed and held a hand to his heart. He started to breath heavily. He could his mother sobbing, his father speaking with his doctor, and his friends asking if he was okay. But he blocked it all out as he started to stumble... his vision became blurry... and he eventually passed out.

"Russell!"

Good lord. So to recap, Donald went through some stuff as well, we got to see his little sister (from the episode 'The Newcomer'. I gave her a name since she doesn't seem to have a canon one), and now Bill's having troubles as well, and it's too much for poor Russell right now. Speaking of whom, he'll get his turn to write in the journal next chapter. Until then, I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to review, please. Thank you.