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Who am I?
Chapter 7
Spike sighed. He had hoped that Jamie wouldn't try to run from him. He knew that he had to be terrified. Slowly, Jamie tried to inch over to the couch in the room. Wordy allowed him and stood close enough to grab him if he tried to bolt. This wasn't like Jamie. He was usually happy and freely moved about. Right now, he looked like a puppy that had been kicked too many times and just accepted his fate.
"Everyone. Meet the elusive Jamie. Jamie. This is the rest of team One. We've been looking for you Jamie. Before I introduce you to the team, do you have any idea how much trouble your butt is in right now? I'm calling your mother." Spike pulled out his phone about to dial when Jamie looked right at him. His bottom lip trembled and for a moment Spike was torn over whether to call or not. He mentally calculated the time difference.
It was late, maybe middle of the night there. Although he doubted that Melanie was sleeping at all he decided that he'd call them in the morning. That would give him time to get some answers from Jamie. He took a visual inventory. He looked like he hadn't eaten for days. He also looked sick and haunted. He moved his left arm awkwardly. Spike would ask about that in a moment. He continued to look at Jamie.
"Please don't call her right now Spike. Please." Jamie bit his lip and ground his sneaker into the tile floor. Wordy could tell that he wasn't feeling well and slid the trashcan over just in case. Jamie didn't look up at any of them. Spike wanted to have compassion on him. He gestured to the table. Jamie didn't acknowledge him, Wordy nudged him and got the same non response. Spike got a little frustrated.
"Jamie. Look at me. When was the last time you had something to eat? You look as though it's been awhile. I could always call your mom and ask." Jamie shook his head and moved to the table. The others watched him. He moved stiffly. Greg held out his hand for him to join them at the table and Jamie froze. Everyone saw it, saw his face pale. Spike gently took his arm and pulled him into the chair.
"Jamie. Talk to me please. I told you that you could always talk to me. No matter what. When did you get into the country anyway? We have some Chinese here if you would like some, or I can get you a pizza." Jamie nodded and settled in the chair. He was comfortable, and felt safe again. He felt really bad that he just packed a bag and left home without bothering to tell his mother but he had to leave.
"It's been awhile since I ate last. I'm not hungry right now. I got in about two hours ago. I took a bus. I got off of the bus and I got jumped. The guy took my wallet, the watch I had on, he also- Anyway, I think I passed out when he dislocated my shoulder. I don't know." Jamie sighed deeply and yawned. Spike nodded and scooted closer. He reached for Jamie's jacket, when Jamie jerked away.
"No. I don't want you to touch me. I mean it." Spike backed off a little bit and looked at him. He seemed different now, hostile, angry. Spike knew that he had to be in pain. He tried again, slowly reaching his hand out. Stopping when Jamie looked at him with suspicion. Sam, thinking quickly. leaned forward trying to ease the situation. Spike looked at him gratefully. Sam was completely focused on Jamie.
"Jamie is it? I'm Sam Braddock. Pleased to finally meet you. Spike has spoken alot about you and your mom. Welcome back to the country. Here have a little bit of chicken. You don't have to eat much, but I would appreciate it if you would at least take a small bite. Can I please look at your shoulder? It must hurt an awful lot." Jamie turned to study Sam. He seemed sincere. Jamie really hated to hurt Spike, He could see the hurt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Spike. I don't like people touching me very much these days. Forgive me please?" Spike smiled and nodded at him. He understood. Jamie attempted to wriggle out of his coat, stopping when Spike took hold of the zipper. He knew what was going through Jamie's mind right then. He was afraid of being raped again. He unzipped the coat quickly and sat back where Jamie could see his hands.
"Hi everyone. I'm very sorry to drop in like this. I thought that since I was in the neighborhood, I would drop by and see Spike if he was working. I hope I'm not getting him in any trouble. Yes Sam, you may look at my shoulder." Sam nodded and rounded the table, he knelt in front of Jamie and talked to him quietly while he helped him out of his coat. He could see the shoulder joint was pretty swollen and he was in a great deal of pain.
He gently palpated it, earning a cry from Jamie. He softly continued to speak to Jamie, letting his words form a calming cadance like a waterfall. He looked up at Jamie. He was going to have to go to the hospital and have it put back in place. Jamie was scared enough as it was. He looked at Spike. He knew Spike would do anything for this kid and they weren't even related. He sat back on his heels and spoke to Jamie.
"Well. It's pretty dislocated. You're going to have to go to the hospital and have it put back in place. Spike and I can take you. Our shift is almost over. Is this ok with you?" The others looked at each other in amazement. Sam was giving him a choice? They figured that Jamie would bolt as soon as he got the chance. Jamie was barely holding together. Spike handed him a peice of chicken.
"Eat this please. You will do a little better with the pain. We don't have to talk now, but soon I'd like to." Jamie took it and nibbled. Spike was happy. At least he was eating. He didn't answer Sam right away. He didn't want to go to the hospital. He was a minor, they would immediately call his mother. He wanted to stay with Spike for awhile. He scuffed his foot on the floor again, Spike was starting to get a little concerned.
"I don't want to go to the hospital. And I'm not going." I just want to be on my way and let you guys get back to whatever you are doing." He stood up and was about to pick up his bag when Wordy told him to sit down and put his hand on his good shoulder to keep him there. Jamie tried to shrug him off with no luck. Spike looked at him. Something was very wrong. They needed to get to the bottom of it.
"Jamie. What is with this attitude? You never had an attitude with me before. Is it school stress? Are you having an issue with your mom? Did your father find you guys? Come on, talk to us, we can and will help you." Jamie jerked like a whip had struck him hard when Spike asked about his dad. Spike had a sneaking suspicion of what had happened and he decided to poke a little bit to see what he found out.
"Jamie, You called your father didn't you?" It was only a sentence. Not meant to dig into anything. He hit paydirt. Jamie started crying in earnest, he fell off of the chair and hunched over the garbage can that Wordy placed next to him. He didn't throw up, he just cried like a little child. Spike knelt down beside him and rubbed his back. Jamie tried to fight him off and Spike just held on tighter.
"I didn't mean to. I just- It's been months since I saw him. Had to know- know if he'd changed. I missed him and just wanted-" Jamie leaned over the garbage can and threw up while crying. Spike and Sam rubbed his back gently while Jules grabbed him some water. Wordy left the room and came back with some sweats which he tossed to Spike. Spike nodded his thanks and didn't say anything. He could smell the urine.
"Jamie, Sshh. Sshh, We will talk later. Let's get your shoulder checked out ok? Then I am taking you home to My parents house, where my mother will fuss over you and feed you exorbitant amounts of food because she will think that you need fattening up. We will talk some more after you have gotten some sleep ok?" Jamie nodded and slumped against Sam, passed out. Ed, who had left the room and grabbed Spike's bag, tossed it to him and Sam's bag as well.
They nodded their thanks to him. Spike was worried what had possessed Jamie to come back. He had heard of people who were abuse victims going back to their abusers because they literally could not function without them around. He hoped that this was not the case. He wanted Jamie free and clear of that bastard. Not spending the rest of his life being raped repeatedly. He would not stand for it.
"You guys are off shift now. Spike, Sam take Jamie here to get his shoulder fixed. Spike what are you going to do with him while you are working tomorrow? None of us want him to be alone all day and I have a feeling that he would try to give your mother the slip."Greg asked while Sam cleaned Jamie's mouth off a little bit. Spike nodded. He had been worried about the very same thing. He looked at Greg.
"I thought he could ride along for the day. I'm calling his mother in the morning and she will probably be here a few hours after that. Doubtful that he will even be here a whole 24 hours. Would that be ok?" Greg nodded. Sam and Ed had already picked Jamie up and took him to Spike's truck. Spike nodded, and rushed out the door promising that he would take full responsibility for Jamie The next day.
After they had gotten to the hospital, Spike went into the emergency bay with Jamie citing guardianship while Sam sat down in the waiting room. Sam was reading a magazine when he heard a very loud, horrific scream peirce the air. The other people looked up scared and Sam smiled at them. He tried to remain impassive but the second time the scream came, he was on his feet.
He apologized to the other people in the waiting room citing a dislocated shoulder and went to the reception desk. No one was there at the desk so he just went back and followed the agonized, strangled cries. Spike came out with his face covered. There were tears streaming down his cheeks. Sam hugged him close and then pushed him away slightly while looking at him.
"What the hell is going on in there? Spike? Spike answer me please." Spike wiped his eyes. He was hurting so badly for Jamie. He motioned a little bit away from the curtain and then spoke quietly so no one would overhear them and spread rumors. Sam followed glancing around to make sure that no one was around or listening. No one needed to hear what they were going to discuss.
"They put the shoulder back and wrapped it. They are going to release him in a little bit. They have to do a rape kit. Jamie was telling me fragmented details of when he was mugged. Before the guy dislocated his shoulder, he raped him. Rather brutally if what he said was any indication. I don't know how Jamie managed to walk from the bus stop. I can't stay in there for it. It brings back way too many memories." Sam nodded.
"I will go in there. Jamie needs support and someone that he isn't as close to. He looks at you like another father, I think it hurts him more to have you in there and see him as weak. Go fill out the paperwork, and I will go in." Spike nodded and left. Sam took a very deep breath and announced himself at the curtain. When bidden to enter he did. The sight that greeted him was horrible and heart wrenching.
Jamie sat there, his shoulder wrapped and hunched over, sniffling. The sweats that Wordy had given them were soaked once more with urine. Apparently, this was a sign of stress related to abuse. The Doctor was trying to coax him into laying down with very little luck. Sam could see where the guy was going wrong and, came in and walked right up to the table. He didnt want to scare Jamie, but he knew that he would regardless.
"Jamie. Hey there. Spike had to go outside and sign some paperwork in order for you to be released into his custody when you are done. Doctor can you give us a couple minutes please. Now." The doctor walked out to get the necessary items for the exam and Sam sat down on the bed next to Jamie. He held his hand out for Jamie to take and slowly the sobbing stopped. Jamie finally looked up at him.
"I don't want to be touched there right now. It hurts, and I already wet my pants twice. I can smell it and it's uncomfortable. Sam don't let him touch me there please." Jamie struggled to breathe and Sam gave him a paper bag to breathe into. After a few minutes, Jamie's breathing slowed down just a little bit, but Sam was satisfied. Jamie lay down on the bed and relaxed a little bit. Sam smiled at him.
"Jamie. Are you going to want to press charges against the guy who assaulted you? Because if so, We could also get him for rape, but you would have to have a rape kit done. I understand your reluctance and your terror. I was where you are right now about a year ago. I was assaulted by a couple guys while working undercover. I know the shame that you feel and I know how it feels. I lost control of my bathroom habits six times during the exam."
Jamie looked at him and struggled to sit up. He didn't want to be touched. But if Sam could do it, admit to it, and what happened, Maybe there was a chance that he could do the same thing. Maybe Sam could answer some of his questions. Sam helped him sit up and looked at him. Jamie seemed a little more relaxed. He hoped that he had helped a little instead of scaring Jaime. Jamie looked at him.
"Will you stay with me Sam? Please?" Sam nodded and Jamie nodded, said that he was ready and lay back. Sam went to get the doctor and came back and took Jamie's hand. He smoothed Jamie's hair back a little and told him anytime that he needed to He could scream. Jamie nodded and closed his eyes tightly. Sam nodded at the doctor to begin. Suddenly, Jamie's entire body relaxed. He had passed out.
The doctor quickly performed the exam and got what he needed. When he was done, he told Sam that once he had woken up, he needed to speak to him, and to let him know when he woke. Sam settled in to wait for Jamie to wake u. He texted Spike to come back and filled him in on all that had happened.