Chapter 1
When Rick woke up it wasn't peaceful... He awoke a scream stuck silently on his lips bolting upright and wincing in the intense pain that must be ripping through his ribcage. Rick let out an almost in audible whimper before noticing me next to him. Rick scrambled back falling off the bed strait to the ground yelping as he crashed into the ground. I winced.
"Rick, are you ok?" I asked.
Rick let out a small nod.
"My name is Larry Gelwix, I'm the highland rugby coach. Rick, I need you to let the doctors look at you." I said.
Rick nodded a little dazed at the fact he wasn't on the floor in his bedroom but actually receiving medical attention. Two rather large boys helped Rick back onto the bed and he recognized them as rugby players for highland. Three more people walked into the room and Rick began shaking lightly, all three where male and the quickly ushered the other boys and Myself outside. They began to remove his robe and Rick began to whimper. The doctors paid no heed to the oncoming warning signs of a panic attack and began probing and asking a lot of questioned, Rick in response began crying barely choking down gasps of air. I was looking through the window of the door saw the terror in the young victim and the lack of tact on the doctors parts and rushed in. I shoved the men away and began to whisper softly not touching the boy and remaining a short distance away.
After a few long minutes Rick's breathing relaxed and he asked a dreaded question. "Mr. G-Gelwix S-sir where- where's my m-mo-mother?"
"Oh, son I'm so sorry."
Rick shot up, suddenly alert, "no, no, no no nononononono! It was supposed to be a nightmare like always! She can't be dead! NO! YOURE LYING!" Rick was now standing on shakey legs crying and begging for the doctors to let him go. The second he broke free he ran to the door and through it just needing to run, there were several boys outside the door but he paid them no heed and they in turn let him run slowly walking after him to keep an eye out.
Rick found the stairs and began to tackle flight after flight in record time for someone in his condition, but he soon began to loose energy and when he missed a step he went flying backwards. Rick braced for impact but it never happened Peeta had caught him and placed him down gently. The guy was huge, with a mean look and Rick shied away, but something caused him to trust the man, a kind gentle look in his eyes. With only a light flinch an whimper the giant picked him up gently Rick curled into him with soft cries. He was brought back to the hospital room where a single female doctor waited inside. Peeta placed Rick on the bed and the doctor took over.
We stood outside keeping a mindful eye on the small exposed section of the hospital room window. Rick had cried for the full two hours that his check up took then fell asleep with the aid of a sedative laced pain reliever.
"Coach...what's going to happen to him?" Q asked.
"I have a friend who is going to take him in until he is mentally well enough to handle his court case." I said.
"What about his father? If Rick doesn't testify against him..." Q stopped leaving the sentence unfinished. He would walk free.
"I know son but, his father can't touch him under our care."
"But he can't stay under our care unless he testifies. He needs to admit everything that happened."
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