WARNINGS: Mentions of rape and cute bunnies with guns.

Also, we're staying in Shawn's head. That should be warning enough.

Bunny. White bunny. White bunny with... What? That doesn't even make sense. Why was he seeing snow white bunny holding a gun? Not that he never saw bunny with a gun. He himself was fighting with Devan Shell numerous times. But that was him starring as Jazz. Hero of the Carrotus, green to his core. But this bunny? He wasn't Jazz. He was white. Amazingly white. Ridiculously white. Innocent cute little ball of white fur. And yet he had a gun. That just wasn't right. Was he dreaming? But why was he dreaming about bunny with a gun? Didn't make sense. Now, if he had a watch it would be a completely different situation. Just add one more rabbit hole to the picture and he would have so much fun.

But he didn't have a watch. And on top of that, he wasn't paying any attention to him. There was cute bunny, cute bunny with a gun and that bunny ignored him. Definitely not Jazz. Blues maybe? Maybe he finally had a name for him, so he won't have to call him 'bunny' again, but that didn't make him feel better. Because this was just strange. Why would that pure innocence had a gun anyway? He couldn't get his head around it.

Blues suddenly raised his gun and pointed it towards the two new figures. One was reminding him cow, but he was still little different. Buffalo? Bison? That was it! Even if he didn't know what difference exactly was between those two, bison felt right. But why? Bison. He had to hear it somewhere. Billy? No, that was not it. He knew he should know the answer, but he just couldn't grasp it. Not that it really mattered anyway. He looked at the other figure. Legs, arms, suit. Completely human. Except.. Is that pineapple? Right there, where his head was supposed to be, there was pineapple. White rabbit Blues, Bison and Pineapple Head. This was getting weird.

Pineapple Head smiled and said something. Why couldn't he understand what he said? Had to be important. Because Blues definitely understood. He saw him lower his gun. Why? Why would he do that? Why?And then, he just left. And Bison left with him, hoof on Blues's shoulder. And he was here alone with Pineapple Head. He didn't want to be alone with him. But why? Had to be a reason, right? Maybe because he just looked creepy. Now he wished he had a gun too. Wait a minute. He raised his hand and saw that he does have a gun. But that was not all. He saw he was green and all.. furry? And did he have rabbit ears? What did he say about weird?

'Kneel for me.'

Now he could understand him. Just when he says something creepy. He raised his gun and.. nothing. He couldn't do anything. Why? Why couldn't he pull the trigger? He knew he didn't want to be close to Pineapple Head and yet he couldn't do anything. Why? Why did he just stand there? Why? He lowered his weapon. What is he doing? Maybe it won't hurt. It won't hurt if I listen. And now he was on his knees. Why was he on his knees? Right. Won't hurt. He looked up to Pineapple's face and saw his smile. That smile. That sadistic joy. And he knew it would hurt. And he couldn't do anything to stop it. Because he was too weak. Too weak. But before anything could happen, there was bright light trying to burn his eyes out. He was blind for a moment and when he saw again, everything changed. There were no bunnies, no pineapples and no bisons. And he wasn't green and furry anymore. With rabbit ears. He wasn't bunny anymore. That's supposed to be weird? Of course I'm not bunny! He focused his eyes and noticed he was inside. Inside of what? And he was lying. Lying and moving. Not a bit confusing. What happened? He had to think. Inside, lying, moving. And he wasn't alone. He knew that uniform. Paramedic? Inside, lying, moving, paramedic. Ambulance. He was in ambulance. Why was he in ambulance? And what was all that deal with bunnies? Was he just reliving his past in the shape of Jazz Jackrabbit? That's just sick. His mind is sick. And it's definitely his dad's fault.

He remembered something. Just shallow breaths. Problem was, he couldn't take a deep breath even if he wanted to. Definitely not a good sign. I can't breath. Why can't I breath? And then he felt the touch. And he began uncontrollably shaking. Why did they keep touching me? He hated being touched. But why? Oh, right. Definitely not good. They're gonna find out. And they will tell others. Unless.. Yes, he just has to be awake when he gets to the hospital. Then doctors will maybe know, but not the ones he cares about. Not the ones that can never know the truth. Right, stay awake. But how? He was so tired. And he couldn't breath. Sleep would be comforting. But he had to stay awake.

„Bison took Blues." he said. It sounded muffled, like under the mask. And he felt he had something on his face. Maybe he had a mask.

„I'm sorry, sir?" one of the paramedics asked and removed the mask.

„Pineapple wanted Jazz." Now the paramedic 1 exchanged look with paramedic 2. Great. They think I'm crazy. But it didn't really matter. He needed to stay awake. Maybe they'll just think he has hallucination from the pain or something.

„He's gone now." Shawn said. He just couldn't stop talking. Another exchanged glance was interrupted when the ambulance stopped. I did it. There were people around him. People he knew. But he didn't pay attention to them. He waited for a doctor. And there he was. I need to do it before I pass out.

„Doctor?" he said weakly, still trying to breath.

„Don't try to talk, sir." he said and made a move to get a mask to his face again.

„Wait. I need to.. tell you.. something." Shawn said between shallow breaths and the doctor put the mask down again.

„I don't .. want you.. to discuss.. my.. condition.. with anyone.. but me.." Shawn said heavily and quietly and was hoping that the doctor heard it because he wasn't really capable to repeat it. And he didn't know if there was some acknowledgement from the doctor, because he was slipping into unconsciousness again. He heard some distressed voices, angry voices, confused voices, all from people he knew. But he didn't really know what they were saying. And honestly he didn't care. He accomplished his mission and now he could fell into soothing oblivion.

Nothing. Who would've thought it would be so amazing. Just nothing. No bisons, no bunnies with guns and no pineapples. And definitely no angry voices, no soothing voices, no glaring and no crying. Which is why he wanted back to oblivion. There would be peace. No father, no black friend, no concerned women and definitely no annoying detectives. Not to mention annoying doctors. That doctor was the first reason he missed the nothingness. Is that a word? He woke up and the doctor was there, with pitiful look on his face. And he instantly knew that the doctor knows. Even before he said it.

„Mr. Spencer. I'm glad you're awake." he said as he was trying to burn his eyes out of his head again.

„That's my father. Shawn." Shawn said weakly and coughed. It still hurt, but at least he could breath now.

„All right, Shawn. I'm doctor Hays. How are you feeling?" he said and Shawn raised his eyebrows. Hays, really? What are the odds, huh?

„Robert?" Shawn said and doctor Hays smiled.

„No, it's David. Now, how are you feeling?"

„Nah, that's boring. I'll just call you Rob." Rob just shook his head and stayed quiet as if he was waiting for something. But for what? Did he ask him something? Apparently he did. But what was it?

„Shawn. How are you feeling?" Right, that.

„I can breath now. So good, I guess."

„Any pain?"

Is he serious? „My whole body hurts, doctor." Shawn said and gave him a glare so he would understand what a stupid question that was.

Rob gave him sympathetic smile and there it was again – pity in his eyes. He wished he would stop with that.

„We will give you pain medication, I just needed to talk to you first." Great. Just what I need.

„About?" Shawn asked, but he knew what about. About something that didn't happen. Didn't happen at all.

„When you were brought here, you asked me not to disclose your medical condition to anyone else. Is that still your wish?" Okay, he didn't expect that.

„Yes." Shawn said without hesitation. What kind of question was that anyway? When I say something, I mean it.

„Very well. We're gonna need your signature later. Now I'll just go through your injuries. Your torso is covered in bruises and lacerations. You have numerous broken ribs, one of them punctured your lung. That was the reason you couldn't breath. You had small tearing in your liver, causing internal bleeding. We were able to fix all that. Also we had to stop another bleeding caused by tearing in your.."

„Yeah, I get the idea." Shawn interrupted him. He didn't really want to hear it out loud. Then it would become too much real. And it couldn't be real.

„I would like to perform a rape kit." And here we go.

„No." Shawn said and gave deathly glare to Rob. What was he thinking? That way, everybody would know what happened.

Rob sighed. „I understand why you don't want me to disclose this to anyone else. And it's your right, really. But it happened. You can't ignore it. You were raped, Shawn, and nothing can change that."

When Shawn heard those words again – raped – he flinched and shook his head, as if he could just shake it off and it would disappear.

„Nothing happened." Shawn said, but really, he just tried to convince himself.

„You can't deny it. And I'm sure you know that the evidence must be collected as soon as possible, or the perpetrator will get away with it."

„I don't care." Shawn said, rather harshly. Rob was really annoying. If he keeps talking, he will really piss him off. What? Nobody pisses me off! Shawn didn't understand what was happening. He was on the edge. He had a feeling he could punch him. Shawn Spencer, always cheerful fake psychic, punching a good doctor. What is happening?

„As you wish. If you need to talk to anybody, we have counselors here." Rob said with the same pity in his eyes.

Shawn just had to laugh. Talk? He was supposed to talk about it? Talk about his feelings to a stranger and it would just go away? Right. Talking wouldn't make him any less.. Damn it. Even in his head he just can't say it.

Rob sighed again. „You don't have to tell the police, but you need to talk to someone. You can't escape from it."

„Just watch me." Shawn said and he really did believe it. With his mind he can do anything, anything he wants. At least that's what his father says. Of course usually it's accompanied with various insults, but who cares? He can do anything, so he can ignore this ever happened. Just like he did in the past. Maybe it will take some time, but he'll do it. He did it when he was away and he can do it again.

„Your family is outside. Can I bring them in?" Rob asked. Obviously he gave up his efforts to get him to talk. It was about time.

„Sure, why not." Shawn said, but he wasn't really prepared to what was about to happen next. Afterall, he forbid Rob to tell his friends and family about his medical condition. And he was bound by doctor-patient confidentiality or something, so without a warrant all he could say was 'He's in surgery.', 'He's stable.' and 'He's awake.'. Oh dear, his father will be pain in the ass. But forget about his father. Gus. Oh my, Gus will be pissed. Gus. And pissed. He's gonna get it so much. Where is that oblivion again?