"HOLY SHIT, GAVIN!"
"What the FUCK has happened? Joel call a fucking ambulance!"
"On it!"

Gavin could hear the words, and registered that they were coming from three of his colleagues. He wondered what they sounded so upset about. He shivered, realising he was cold- why was he cold? Wasn't he in bed? Actually, what the bloody hell were Geoff, Gus and Joel doing in his bedroom? He tried to ask them, but found the words unable to leave his mouth. Jesus, how much had he had to DRINK last night!? Groggily, he opened his eyes, but instantly had to close them again. Why was it so bright in his room; did he not close the curtains last night? Just as he realised he was still shivering, he felt the weight of what felt like a coat cover his body, and hands tucking it around him. Groaning, he slowly attempted to open his eyes again, finding the light more manageable this time. He could see two pairs of feet standing on concrete in front of his face. Before he even began to question why he was laying on concrete, and not in his bed as he had assumed, a panic stricken face appeared in front of him.
"HIS EYES ARE OPEN! Gav? Gav can you hear me?"
He tried to put all the questions he had into words, but all that came out was a small and croaky "Geoff?"
"Oh thank Christ! Thank fucking Christ! What happened to you, who did this?"
Gavin was confused. What was Geoff looking so worried about? He dimly recalled Gus asking Joel to call 911. What the hell is happening here? He tried to ask, but again all that came out was an even more pathetic sounding "Geoff?"
"I'm here- I'm right here buddy, don't worry, were gonna get you help; just stay with me ok?"
"Geoff...look at these bruises... " Gus's voice came from somewhere out of his field of vision, but Gav could hear the severity in his tone.
It wasn't until he heard a sharp intake of breath and a snarl of "MotherFUCKER" from the same direction as Gus's voice, that Gavin realised that Geoff's face had disappeared from in front of him. He tried again to ask what had happened to him, why he couldn't move, but once more all that escaped his lips was a panicked wail of "Geoff!"
His pseudo-father was back almost instantly, and this time Gavin noticed that his eyes were glazed with angry tears, and weakly managed to reach a hand out towards him. Geoff grasped it and held it, whispering soothingly. Gavin found himself drifting back into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard before he blacked out again was Joel on the phone again.
"Hello, Police? Yes I'd like to report a sexual assault."

When Gavin came round again, first thing he noticed was that he was in a hospital bed. Second thing he realised was that Geoff's hand was still around his own. He turned his head lazily, still a little groggy, and saw the older man sitting in a chair beside his bed. Apparently, Geoff either didn't agree with Gavin's opinion that all hospital chairs were uncomfortable by nature, or just didn't give a fuck, as he appeared to be deeply asleep.
As his mind and vision gradually became less foggy, Gavin realised he was attached to a drip. Urrgh, he grimaced. He HATED needles! He briefly considered ripping it out; like they always do in films, when instead Geoff- who had apparently NOT been as sound asleep as Gavin had presumed- suddenly had his arms around him, and was, Gavin could only assume, attempting to squeeze every last bit of air out of the lad! He was only released when he started coughing, which then somehow set off his hair-trigger gag reflex, causing him to cough even more violently and flail wildly until Geoff let him go.
Still gasping, and slightly purple in the face, he looked up at Geoff, grinning in spite of his lack of oxygen.
"Alright Geoffers! What's going on?"
He noticed how tired Geoff looked, and the tell-tale red rings around his eyes, but something told him to ignore it, so he pushed it to the back of his mind, and instead sat up, still grinning at his friend.
Geoff looked worriedly at Gavin, confusion crossing his features.
"Gav...do you know why you're here, in hospital?"
"Nope!' replied the lad, a touch too cheerfully, "I imagine it was my fault though- did I 'Gav up' a bet or something?" Gavin was still smiling.
A smile that Geoff suddenly realised did not reach his eyes.
"Gav..." Geoff hesitated, not sure how much to tell the boy about what the Doctors had told him about what happened, or even how much Gavin himself actually remembered already.
"Gavin" He tried again "We...Joel, Gus and I, came in early to plan a new short, and we...found you. Outside, on the door step of the main office. You were...well shit dude, you were messed up! You were covered in bruises and blood; someone had...left you there." He hesitated again, noticing Gavin's smile was still fixed to his face. Fuck, would he give anything to not be the one who had to tell him. He had been terrified when he had gone into work this morning to find the lad, who might as well be his dumb-ass British son, lying there, completely out of it, covered in his own blood. He had insisted on going with him in the ambulance, leaving Gus and Joel to talk to the Police and call everyone important to Gavin to tell them what had happened.
"Dude" Geoff continued "you were...you were drifting in and out of consciousness. We were scared you wouldn't wake up! Gus and I tried to keep you awake and keep you warm, whilst Joel called an ambulance...and the Police." Geoff swallowed, eyes never leaving Gavin's face. The boy was still sitting there, just staring back at Geoff, that lightless grin still plastered on his face. "You were... naked. The Doctors found some kind of drug in your system when they ran some tests... Some guy... last night, some fucking arsehole at the bar must have slipped something into your drink without anyone noticing. He beat you up...strangled you; you have bruises round your neck. Gavin. Buddy." Geoff swallowed again, seeing the grin waver, and slowly fade "you were...He raped you, Gavin, I am so, so sorry."

The room was silent. Geoff looked at Gavin worriedly, but the boy didn't say a word; just sat there in the bed, still smiling slightly, staring back at Geoff.
Then suddenly he was gagging; hazy memories hurling themselves forward from the back of his mind where he had pushed them, hitting him like a freight train. He lent over the side of his bed, and vomited violently. Geoff rushed forwards to help, but no sooner had he grabbed the Brits hand, Gavin wrenched it away, glaring at the older man.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, GET AWAY!" Gavin screeched, still coughing slightly.
"I'm sorry, shit man I'm sorry, look see, no touching!" Geoff quickly backed away from his friend, cursing himself for being so stupid; hands raised so Gavin could see them.
"I...I'm sorry Geoff, I can't...I just...Leave. Please, please just go." Gavin begged, his eyes filled with tears.
Geoff nodded, backing towards the door. "I'm sorry dude, I'll give you time. I'll go get a nurse or something, let them know you're awake." He could see Gavin was desperately trying not to cry in front of him, as he hurried out of the door. "I'll be right outside if you need me, okay buddy? You don't have to be alone." He saw Gavin nod, but doubted the broken looking boy was really hearing him anymore.
He closed the door behind him, and stood in the corridor; frozen in fury. How could someone DO this to Gavin? The guy could be annoying as fuck at times, but who the fuck would ever want to hurt him, especially like this?
Geoff stormed down the hall to the reception, where his wife and Michael and Ray were anxiously waiting for any news on Gavin.
Geoff swore to any Gods who were listening that he would find the fucker who did this, and rip his fucking dick off through his mouth. No one could just beat the shit out of Gavin and leave him broken and bloody on his work doorstop, and expect to fucking survive.