A couple days had passed. Prison was uneventful. Alex sat in the same spot everyday, never wanting to move. Food was brought it, but she wouldn't eat. Robbie had easily turned food away as well. He was lost in his thoughts, never able to be pulled out.
Sportacus had recovered very little. In two days, the hero was able to show small signs of expression. The Doctor's were surprised at his quick process. He would hopefully be able to walk by the end of the week.
Stephanie barely ever left the hospital room. She felt like something would happen if he was left alone. She loved watching how he slowly got better. Each day his head could move a couple more centimeters. The pink girl sat next to his bed, never letting go of his hand. Her thumb slowly began to trace light circles on the back of his hand. The elf smiled in his sleep, thankful she was always there with him.
Two plastic trays slid into the cell. The stale food would remain untouched. There was nothing different about today than any other day. Alex remained in her position, although Robbie's stomach was killing him. He had been lost in his thoughts, but the constant pain snapped him out. These past days had been dreadful. He had just been sitting in the corner, thinking. He could never stop worrying about his sister or how long they would be in here. His grey eyes turned to her, sorrow flickering across his eyes like lightning in a storm.
Sportacus slowly progressed each day. He could sit up, but slowly was able to start walking. It was a miracle he was able to stand up so soon. Stephanie supported him all the way through.
The hero lay in bed after a day of walking and positive progression. Stephanie sat next to him, looking over at him. "I'm so glad you're getting better." She beamed at him.
Sportacus nodded. He smiled back, but his smile slowly vanished. He decided to say something that had been bugging him for awhile. "You know, Alex and Robbie never meant for this to happen."
Stephanie's eyes widened, not expecting the sports hero to bring this up. She just shrugged. "So what if they didn't, they're taken care of."
He shook his head. "No, they're not. Please Stephanie, you know this is wrong."
The pink girl nodded. "So... You want me to grab my uncle?" Sportacus nodded. "Please."
Stephanie sighed, but agreed. She stood up and left. She stood in the hallway and put her phone up to her ear once she finished dialing the number. "Sportacus wants to talk to you." She said simply once Milford answered.
Twenty minutes passed. Her Uncle was walking down the hall. "Hi Stephanie." He said, smiling to the girl outside of the door. She smiled back, "Hi Uncle Milford." They both exchanged a quick hug, before Milford walked into the room, leaving Stephanie alone with her thoughts.
Robbie looked up from his corner at the sound of keys. He quickly stood, surprised at all of the energy pushing through his veins. The officer must have caught his urgency, "You both are being taken to the hospital. Your friend wants to talk."
-I have no friends...- Robbie mumbled within his mind as several officers invaded the cell. Two kneeled beside Alex and quickly wrapped chains around her wrists. Robbie felt the heavy handcuffs click around his wrist. He was forced forward. He did what he was told, but was unable to stop looking down at his defeated sister. Her eyes had become shadowed, not their usual storm grey.
They were shoved into the back of a cop car. The sirens were blaring as they rushed down the street to the hospital.
Apparently everyone had heard that the hero wanted to talk to his attackers. Several news channels were crowded around the hospital doors. The cops pushed their way through, creating a barrier around the prisoners. Questions were being asked all around, although none were answered.
Once inside the hospital, the policemen led the way towards Sportacus' room. One of the officers knocked a couple of times. "Come in!" Stephanie's cheerful voice called from inside.
The officers opened the door and shoved the siblings inside. The pair fell on their hands and knees, Alex's hair covering her eyes.
Robbie looked at the ground, not wanting to look up and face the hero that now stood over them. Of course Sportacus was slowly healing, but he had already mastered walking. He was out of his bed and standing in front of the kin in no time. He crossed his arms and looked down at the, surprised at how badly they had been treated. They both already looked thinner.
Alex had no more strength. Her elbows buckled, causing her to fall onto the ground, landing on her side. One officer lightly kicked her rips with their toed boot. When she never made an effort to move, they kicked her harder, forcing her back into a kneeling position.
Robbie growled softly. He heard the soft gasp of the hero and looked up, catching the icy gaze of the hero. "Hello Robbie, Alex." Sportacus said, trying to keep his voice relaxed and calm. Robbie's eyes were filled with fear. He knew what this elf could do. He might be recovering, but the villain was still worried. "Sportacus..." He breathed. "I...I'm sorry."
Sportacus' eyes widened. "You're what?" He never expected Robbie to say anything.
"Sorry...I'm sorry.. I put my sister up to this... Just let her go." He pleaded.
Sportacus kneeled next to Robbie. "I forgive you." He looked over at a policeman and nodded. The officers came over, allowing the chains to slowly slip off and crash to the ground.
