A/N = Im sooo sorry for keeping you waiting so long. I feel really ashamed, especially since we are so close to the end. But I found it really really hard to write a good ending. (don't worry, this is not the last chapter yet. There's one more after this one :P)

I think I've written like 4 completely different versions of this chapter, and still I'm not satisfied, at all. But I felt I couldn't keep you waiting any longer, so I thought I'd just upload this one, and hope you'll like it.

Damn this was a hard one to write. Especially since I was so busy with school, my horse who was sick, dancing, and my new work (7 to 5, four days in a row :O) I just couldn't seem to get what I had in my head on paper. And it's the most frustrating thing : (

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Chapter 59

Harry's POV

Dougie stayed unconscious the rest of the drive to the hospital, and even when he was brought inside. The doctors took him away immediately to have him examined. I heard them talk about his state and I heard someone say he was in shock, and then someone say he suspected drugs and the term traumatized was mentioned. I didn't hear anything else when they were too far out of my reach and a doctor put her hand on my shoulder soothingly, to gently make sure I stayed here.

I heard Tom and Danny calling my name, and I turned around to see them and Fletch coming my way. Fletch had probably broken all the speed limits again and just followed the ambulance in the same speed.

We were lead into a private examination room by a nurse and an older police officer. The latter took Fletch with him as he left. He needed Fletch to explain the whole situation, and honestly, I was glad that Fletch took the job upon him and left us in peace, even though he didn't know everything that had happened.

The nurse brought us some tea and stayed with us in the room, while we were waiting for the doctors to finish examining Dougie. All I wanted to do was be with him, but when I asked the nurse if I could see him, she kept saying I'd have to wait a bit longer.

I didn't know how long we had to sit there, but it felt like ages. We sat there in complete silence, huddled together in the actually quite comfortable hospital chairs, sipping our tea with shaking hands. I looked at Tom and Danny, both their faces were drawn of all color, and they looked tired and upset. Tom was sitting completely frozen, his hands clamped around the tea cup, staring at it with glassy eyes. Danny sat between me and Tom, and he was absolutely restless. He kept shifting in his chair, and his feet were tapping on the ground nervously.

I wanted to say something to comfort them, but in all honesty I knew I looked and felt the exact same they did. I felt sick, and tense and worried, and there was a lump in my throat which felt like it constricted my airway slightly. All we wanted was to see if Dougie was okay.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor, who introduced himself as Doctor Carter came to tell us we were allowed to leave the examination room, and we were allowed to see Dougie. On shaking legs we walked after the middle-aged, slightly bald man, got in the lift up to the fourth floor and were led towards a closed door, which had a sign on it saying 'room 416'. Suddenly it felt like a cold hand gripped my heart, and I had to swallow the nervousness away that was threatening to eat me.

The man halted by the door and turned around to face us. His face was serious.

'He's still unconscious, and we suspect he will stay unconscious for a few more hours at least. Ready to go in?' We nodded, and slowly Doctor Carter opened the door to let us walk in. I drew a deep breath when I saw him, Dougie, my best friend, laying on the white hospital bed, unconscious. There was an IV hooked to his arm, connected to a bag filled with some kind of transparent fluid. A nasty blue bruise stood out on his pale face, and there were reddish bags under his eyes. Both his wrists were bandaged. I couldn't see the rest of his body, it was covered by the soft, white hospital sheets.

Tom gasped and stayed where he was, not ready yet to come closer, but me and Danny immediately scooted closer and did our own personal round of examining Dougie on injuries.

I softly touched his unharmed cheek and stroke it gently, a calming gesture meant more for me than for him.

Danny just looked at him and didn't know what to do with himself. Slowly Tom pulled himself together and came closer as well. None of us said anything, again. What could be said? We all knew we felt the same shock, disbelief and pain anyway.

Doctor Carted waited a moment, back in the room, giving us a moment, before coming closer to and speaking up.

'I don't know exactly what has happened, but I can tell you that it is really serious.' He started slowly. I stopped breathing for a second and waited for him to continue.

'What do you mean?' Danny asked weakly. 'Does he have more injuries?'

The doctor nodded sorrowful.

'Dougie has been abused quite severe, physically...'

He paused shortly. My stomach flipped and I bit my lip.

'Will you be able to handle me being totally honest with you guys, or do you want to hear it later?'

I felt like I was going to faint, but I shook my head anyway.

'No, I want to know now.' I said.

'Me too.' Tom said half-heartedly and Danny copied him in a mumble. Doctor Carter nodded.

'First of all, he has been drugged quite heavily. This is why he'll probably be unconscious for at least a couple of hours. His body is covered with light bruises, probably from a beating. His wrists are cut, we are very sure that is the result of being tied up too tight by either very thin rope or tie-wraps. I suspect the latter. The wounds are so deep that I'm pretty sure that he has gotten them by fighting and pulling at the, presumably, tie-wraps, very hard. He must have been really afraid to pull so hard that his wrists cut open so deep.'

The lump in my throat intensified, and my whole body filled with pain and sorrow for my friend, imagining my little Dougie fighting tie-wraps in complete panic. I didn't want to have to imagine what could cause him to be so afraid that he'd cut open his own wrists. Fortunately I didn't have to, because doctor Carter continued.

'His ankle is broken, we think it has been broken by someone.' Again I had to swallow to stay strong.

'He's severely dehydrated. He's hooked to an IV for that. He also seems to not have been fed very much, but we are sure that he has been fed enough to not have lost much weight.'

I breathed a sigh that was partly relieved at that.

Doctor Carted swallowed and seemed to be pained for a moment, and immediately the fear was back full-force. He wasn't done with the way-too-long list of injuries.

'And he has been abused very badly on his back. We suspect he has received some kind of beating on his back with a belt. The wounds are really deep, but we can say with certainty that they are not infected. They seem to have been cleaned, so that's a good sign.'

'God…' Danny choked out when the doctor fell silent, obviously done with the list.

Tom merely choked out a muffled whimper and crashed into the chair that stood next to the bed Dougie was laying on.

'I can't believe this…' I said.

'I'm really sorry.' Doctor Carter said softly, then excused himself and left the room. We were alone now. I half expected Tom or Danny to break down crying, but they didn't. They just stared at Dougie's sleeping form, their eyes glazed over with shock, and pain and hurt. Unable to comprehend what we had just been told.

I felt like fainting. How could this have happened? Was this real? How could anyone do this to Dougie? Sweet innocent lovely Dougie, who didn't hurt a fly? He was abused really badly, and I now understood his panic in the forest wasn't just caused by the drugs in his body, or confusion. It was caused by panic and fear that came from being abused for four days. Dougie had been through so much in these four days. Four days sound short, but it's long enough to change someone's life for good. And now I realized with a painful pang that all our lives had been changed forever in these four days. Dougie had hurt, so bad. I had no idea what to expect when he'd wake up, but I was sure it couldn't be any good. What would be left of my Dougie? Would he still be the same innocent Dougie I knew? Would he still make silly jokes and act like a child? Would he still laugh at the smallest jokes I made? Would he still be happy and carefree?

Or would he be irreparably broken?

The pain in my stomach swallowed my whole being, and suddenly I started sobbing so hard like I had never done before, the pain and guilt finally breaking me down after trying to stay strong the whole time. Two pairs of arms wrapped around me, and I knew we were all dreading the same thing.

What if Dougie was really irreparably broken?

Sorry again for the lateness and suckiness.

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Oh and yes there will be a sequel, but it'll take a little while before I'll upload it :P Like a month or something :P