Phil gasped and tried to scream but the air had left his lungs so his mouth made animal like whimpers.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're fine." A nurse informed him, dabbing at his sweating face and neck with a cool towel.
"What, where am I, what happened?" Phil asked taking his surroundings. He was in a hospital room, in a hospital bed, he was also in pain. "Why does it hurt to move?" He groaned rolling to his side to try to dull the throbbing his in butt.
"You don't remember?" The nurse asked slightly alarmed, holding a hand to her mouth for effect Phil thought.
"Remember what?" Phil asked still trying to find a postion that didn't feel like he had been dragged on top of spikes like the ones Sonic died on.
"Oh honey, you were..." She began but stopped and asked again "You're sure you don't remember anything?"
"No I-" Suddenly Phil's eyes went wide as he relived the horrors of the previous night all over again in intense, millisecond flashes.
He was home, he was all alone, a knock at the door, 'Who could it be?', he saw it was his ex a second too late and the bastard had kicked down the door, he had ran away screaming for help, he had been dragged to the bed by his hair and then...
Phil bent over and threw up onto the floor.
"Oh God." He moaned as a second wave over took him.
"I'll get someone to clean that up right away." The nurse squeaked before handing Phil a bucket and running from the room. Phil clung to the bucket and groaned, sweating again, worse than before.
"What happened to me?" He moaned again, curling himself around the bucket. After the mess was cleaned up by a pissed off janitor; during which, Phil pretended to be asleep, someone knocked on the door.
"Ah Mr. Lester, you're awake I see." A doctor came in with a clipboard in hand. " I'm Doctor Jones and I am going to be your doctor, for the time being." He smiled shaking Phil's hand as Phil weakly extended his own.
"Nice to me you." Phil mumbled.
"Likewise," The doctor muttered back, distracted by the charts in front of him. "Mr. Lester, do you remember what happened to you?" Phil only nodded. "Yes well, we collected a sample of the assailant's DNA from you last night and I am wondering if I should give it to the police to analize" Phil felt a twinge of painful pourportions at the word, "and have it process as evidence." Phil nodded. "However, that means the police will want you to give your side of the story." Phil looked up at the doctor and shook his head viamenly.
"No." Phil uttered softly, the thought of having to talk to police about such a subject made him sick all over again. "Can't they just take the sample and be done with it?" Phil cowered in on himself. Dr. Jones tried to touch Phil's shoulder to clam him down but Phil shrugged away from the contact.
"It isn't worth anything if you don't say what happened to you." Dr. Jones's beeper suddenly went off and he checked it. "Oh my, sorry Mr. Lester, I must be on my way." He turned, grabbed the door handle before turning back to Phil and adivised "Just consider it." And shut the door behind him. Phil was grateful for the private room and the window it was given but it couldn't block out the sounds coming from down the hall...
Meanwhile...
Down the hall...
"Let me go you whankers!" Dan yelled as orderly tried to restrain him while he tried to walk down the hall, his leather jacket, the only piece of clothing to surive the investigation and 'the incident'. "I am fine and I am going home, right now." He struggled against the arms restraining him.
"Daniel please, just go back to bed." One nurse begged as Dan screamed even louder at the feeling of touch and restraint, reminding him of 'the incident'. "Doctor, help us!" The nurse shouted, seeing Dr. Jones sprinted forwards with a syringe in his hands.
"Now Daniel, this will only hurt for a second." He promised as he plunged the needle into Dan's arm. The sight of the needle made Dan whoozy enough that he didn't need the drugs, however he welcomed them like an old friend as he drifted away and his body relaxed. "It'll be okay Daniel," The doctor whispered as they set him down on the bed again and put his jacket on the chair by the door. "You aren't the first to go through this and you won't be the last, I'm sure." Everyone left Dan alone with a sigh of relief to know he was asleep again. Dan still suffered from nightmares however, even with the drugs.
But he wasn't the only one.
Down the hall, a cry of escapes Phil's lips as he drifts off into sleep again.
"Those rape victims sure are a scream." One nurse jokes to another in the break room.
"Yeah, that Howell will need a lot of time to heal after such a fearous battle, both pyschially and mentally." The other agreed.
"But that Lester was raped by his own boyfriend, I think he'll need more help than Howell." Someone by the coffee machine piped in.
"Isn't it ironic though that those two boys, around the same age, were both raped on the same day?" An older nurse who was close to retirement asked.
"I think they'll end up together." A young woman in a limp ponytail piped in from the corner as she was typing on her laptop.
"Oh yeah," the first nurse replied, "What makes you so sure?" The young woman looked up from her laptop and smiled.
"Just a feeling." She said.