While returning money to the man Rick's dad had nabbed it from, he punched Rick in the gut and bundled him into his van.
"Rick!" Tyler cried out as he watched from the sidelines.
"Wait. We follow the van and get Rick back, otherwise we'll lose him. Come on," Gerry said and they went after him.
While the man had gone out, Gerry and Tyler got into the warehouse and made their way to the unconscious Rick lying on the floor.
"Rick. Son, we're here."
"Rick, are you ok?"
"He's out cold son. Rick. Wake up. Ricardo, come on."
"Ricardo?"
"Yeah, it's his full name."
"Urgh…"
"Rick?"
"Can you hear us son?"
"Dad?"
"Yeah. I'm here."
"Where's mum?"
"She's still locked up."
"Rick, are you ok?"
"Tyler?"
"Listen, you're on the floor of a warehouse. We have to get you out of here."
"No…"
"No?"
"I need mum."
"This is no time to be concussed, Rick. Come on," Gerry said and he lifted Rick over his shoulders. "Come on Tyler," He said and he got them out of the warehouse.
"Where am I?" Rick asked as he sat up in his bed. He was back at Elm Tree House and he looked round to see his dad asleep by the window. "Dad? Dad. Dad!" Rick called, but Gerry didn't move. "Dad," Rick said before he started getting out of his bed. "Argh," He groaned, and he raised a hand up to his ribs. "Argh…"
"Rick?" Gerry asked as he woke up. "You're awake."
"Dad…" Rick said before he grimaced.
"How are you feeling?"
"Not good. My ribs…"
"Let me see," Gerry said and he lifted Rick's top up. "Yeah, you're bruised."
"How am I here dad? That man punched me, then all I remember is black."
"We found you in a warehouse, Tyler and myself. You were unconscious, then concussed. I brought you back here and you've been out for an hour or two."
"Does Mike know that you're here?"
"No."
"How?"
"Tyler told everyone that you're feeling sick."
"Right."
"How else are you feeling?"
"My head hurts."
"How badly?"
"Pretty bad."
"Right, lie back down."
"I don't think you're meant to sleep with a concussion."
"Then don't fall asleep."
"Rick," Mike called as he came up the stairs.
"You need to go dad."
"I'll head out of the window. Text me son," Gerry said, and he headed for the window.
"Thanks dad. For saving me," Rick said as Gerry was hanging onto the window ledge.
"Anytime Rick," Gerry said, and he was gone.
"Rick. How are you feeling?" Mike asked as he came in.
"Rough."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I've brought you some lunch. If you're feeling up to it."
"Thanks," Rick said and Mike put the tray by his bed.
"Do you want me to close the window? You'll get cold."
"Alright then," Rick said and Mike closed the window.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything else?"
"I'm ok."
"Alright. Just call me if you need anything."
"I will. Thanks," Rick said and Mike left.