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Chapter 17- Pain

In the house, Dougie awoke with a jolt. His body was in the most extreme pain he had ever felt. His head hurt and his fingers on one hand sent currents of pain through his arm. As he sat up, his head span, pain throbbing through it. He vomited again, before staggering out of bed.

'Tom?' he called weakly. 'Danny?'

Looking around the room, he noticed Danny's pool of blood on the floor, and the bloody fist marks on the door. 'Guys?' he called, stumbling out to the stairs and making his way down them, quickly looking in every room he passed. They were nowhere to be seen. Dougie's heart beat fast as he lurched towards the open front door. He stumbled to the side of the house, where Abigail and Melanie where kneeling over Harriet, Harry and Tom.

'What happened?' Dougie squeaked.

'Dougie? You're alive!' Melanie shouted, running over to him. Her face was stained with tears.

'What happened?' he repeated.

'Dougie, call an ambulance. It'll eventually get here,' Abigail said sternly. Dougie nodded quickly, taking a mobile from his pocket.

'Hello, what's your emergency?' the voice said.

'M-m-my friends, something happened to them,' Dougie stammered.

'Where are you calling from sir?' the voice asked.

'A house near Greenvale it's near the bridge.'

'How many of you are there sir?'

'There's five...' Dougie trailed off, his vision going blurry, then black.

The phone fell from his hand as he landed with a thud on the wet grass.

Danny awoke to the sound of sirens. Everything hurt. There was blood on his face, on his hands, on his shirt. His whole body ached as he tried to sit, the bright lights stinging his eyes. He shielded his eyes with his hand, looking around. Five ambulances? Danny watched as a pair of people put Dougie onto a stretcher, wheeling him towards the first one. Wait...how had Dougie got out here? Danny frowned as he looked around. Harriet was stirring beside him, as was Harry. Tom was already in an ambulance.

'Hey mate, what's your name?' a man asked as he hovered above Danny.

'Are they okay?' Danny asked, wincing as they moved him to the stretcher.

'They'll be fine. What's your name?'

'Danny,' Danny murmured, shutting his eyes.

'What happened here Danny?' the man asked as they began to wheel Danny towards an ambulance.

'We-w-we came here to visit someone...evil ghosts...hurt Dougie...' Danny trailed off, slowly beginning to lose consciousness once again.

Harry, awake in the back of the ambulance bit his lip hard as he tried not to make any noise. The paramedics were securing his arm, waiting to fix his dislocated shoulder properly at the hospital.

'Harry, what happened?' The paramedic who had been bandaging a cut on his arm spoke quietly. She was short and elderly, looking horrified.

'There were these ghosts...they hurt Dougie and made him unconscious almost all day. He was so sick... They hurt us...' He trailed off, feeling quite sick with pain.

'Who hurt you Harry? Who caused all this?' This time, the tall, stern looking paramedic spoke.

'The ghosts...' Harry replied quietly. 'They tried to kill us.'

'Okay Harry, I think we need to give you some medication to make you sleep okay?' She turned to the short paramedic. 'Make sure you do a thorough drug test on each of them.'

'We weren't drugged! It's what happened!' Harry exclaimed. There was a pinch in his hand and his body felt heavy and sleepy. Harry lay his head back, falling into a drug-induced sleep.

The other four were sedated for the trip to the hospital, the pain too much. Harriet, with deep cuts and bad bruises and an acute case of hypothermia and concussion was the first to be put into the ward. Wrapped in what looked like tin foil, she moaned with pain. With three lots of stitches and a huge headache, she fell asleep, unable to even think about what had happened.

Harry, with a dislocated shoulder, concussion, a burnt hand, terrible bruises and one lot of stitches was the next to be bought in. His shoulder was fixed and put into a white sling and the burn inflicted by Donald on his hand had been treated. The pain medication forced him to sleep.

Tom followed next with a broken leg, concussion and bruises. His leg had been put back into a cast, the break not bad enough to have to be operated on. He slept soundly, not moving.

Dougie was wheeled in next, bandages and stitches in many places on his body, an IV in his arm. He was hooked up to different machines, all monitoring him, making sure he was okay after being unconscious for so long. All five fingers on one hand were broken and the bruises made his body ache. His nose was bruised and sore, broken, like his whole body felt. Like the others, he slept.

Danny, the last to be bought in didn't want to be fully sedated. Sure, the bruises and cuts hurt like mad, and so did the tape supporting his broken nose, but he didn't want to sleep. Three nurses wheeled him into the same ward as the others, helping him onto the only vacant bed in between Dougie and Harriet and across from Harry and Tom.

'Okay Danny, we'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Press the button if you or the others need anything. They'll be waking up soon. The police will be in tomorrow morning to get an account of what happened,' one of the nurses said, tucking the end of a sheet in.

'The police?' Danny asked nervously.

'Yes, the police. The five of you were found unconscious in the middle of nowhere,' the nurse shrugged, turning and leaving the room.

Danny sighed, lying back on his white pillow. On his bedside table were the things that had been on him- his phone and his wallet. His head hurt badly, with the concussion that all of them shared. He shivered as he remembered the feel of the ghostly fingers on his skin as they beat him. The sound of their echoing laughs as they attacked the group, leaving cuts, bruises and concussions between the five of them.