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A Fresh Start

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A Fresh Start

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby TheSpaceInBetween on Fri May 08, 2020 3:34 pm

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Over the years Chris had learnt to stay still whenever he has visits from his father. Often he would just use his fists and feet to break Chris's body down, other times he would be more creative, using kitchen knives and scalding hot water. Ropes and wires that delivered sharp shocks to the body. Each object was used with such malice that Chris never knew how to react. But he had to stay still and silent, the slightest peep would have made the whole ordeal much worse.

He sat quietly in the corner of his "room" his hands tapping together softly, his right hand was bound with a thin rope that was tight around his skin, bleeding and sore from years of pulling and being thrown around like a rag doll. He did try to escape but only ended up biting his hand, at least that way he knew he was still there. Pain was a reminder of terror, and terror knew Chris very well.

He sat in pitch black, the only escape was when the door was opened, he would get a blast of fresh air as well as a beam of soft light. It was the only thing he looked forward too.

He scratched at his hair, nearly falling out and tangled from lack of food and hygiene, the scratching moved to the rest of his body knocking slowly healing wounds so they would bleed again.

His head tilted at the sounds coming from the door, his father sounded angry. That was never good. He whimpered softly pushing himself deeper in the corner in order to escape the loud noise. His breathing picked up and he shielded himself from the light as best he could with a bound hand and limited movement.

" Oh my gosh.." That was not his father's voice..it was another man entirely. Chris peeked from his elbow to see the man better, dressed in a strange coloured uniform, with shiny bits on it. The shiny bits could hurt Chris! He shook his head and turned his body away tugging his hair sharply, strands coming away with his fingers.

The man crouched down and began speaking to Chris obviously he didn't know what he was saying, he wasn't used to kind soft words. Anger and hate was all Chris recognised as well as pain he was terrified. He began to shiver as the fresh air from the door being open made him cold, he had next to nothing on in terms of clothes. A torn ragged shirt and a pair of over soiled underwear, plus he had not fat on his body at all he was just bones.

He was too busy whimpering and shivering like a nervous wreck that he didn't notice the rope holding him had been cut and a soft cloth had been draped over his body. It was very warm and soft so very soft, he ran his fingers over the cloth examining the texture with his fingers.

Then assuming all fears he was picked up by the soft speaking man, he struggled and whimpered not used to being held in such a way it made his body feel very uncomfortable and it hurt too. He pulled his hair again and being so scared and nervous he evacuated his bladder all over the strange dressed man. He screwed his eyes shut as he was taken out of the room he had spent most of his life in, everything was bright and so noisy!

He moaned softly burying his head into the soft cloth blanket, the gentle touch soothing him as he continued to shake. Chris peeked a glance outside and there was so many people, lights were flashing and sirens and shouting. Chris's breathing began to pick up and struggle desperately to get away that was until a sharp pain, different to what he felt before made him feel fuzzy and floppy, his head spun and he closed his eyes falling into a warm oblivion.

Chris coughed softly as he awoke and slowly opened his eyes, panic immeadeatlly began. Where was he? He looked around , this wasn't his room. His body was covered in white things and wires! He was wearing a strange dress that was a little rough on his skin, he went to pull his hair but found it gone. It was short now he couldn't pull it... His nails were cut and his body was clean what was going on? Something was on his hand, the sore infected one. It felt a little better, sure it still hurt but it was more numb now.

He pushed up on his arm as he legs pulled in pain after being sat so long every movement was painful. Wincing softly he ran fingers over the white things on his arms, they must have been covering something. He looked to the door as it opened his eyes wide in fear his body frozen in terror, breathing rapid.
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Re: A Fresh Start

Tips: 0.25 INK Postby SleepingInTheGardens on Wed May 13, 2020 10:35 pm

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The hospital was busier than it had been in a while. Patients coming and going. Most were quick fixes, a few more serious cases, however the ICU was clear. Save for a patient that had just been admitted. Ezra shuffled through the paperwork, his back leaning against the nurse station counter. The image of the boy and the state his body was in once he came in had been engraved in his head. As a doctor, Ezra had seen many things, abuse victims included. It had been a while, however, since he’d seen a case so severe.

”Dr. Shawl?” looking up from his research, Ezra met eyes with his nurse. She handed him another stack of papers before taking the one in his hand. The top of the first page that head the patient’s information read ”Chris”. The doctor immediately attached the name to the face of the boy in the ICU. ”I checked on him about half an hour ago, he was still asleep.” she explained. Ezra nodded in understanding, his eyes scanning the information.

The information highlighted all symptoms and wounds needing to be treated. There were several broken bones, bruised ribs, hematomas, malnourishment and severe dehydration among other things. Ezra furrowed his brows, deep blues taking in as much information as he could. ”I haven’t seen something like this in a very long time,” he muttered, to which the nurse hummed in agreement. With another turn of the page, the young doctor lifted his head, giving Sarah a quick grin. ”Thank you for these. I’ll be over as soon as I’m freed up.”

He had a couple more patient to work though, luckily neither one of them took very long. Eventually it reached Chris’ turn. Ezra headed towards the ICU, one of the nurses trailing behind him once he’d reached their station. The door was kept closed, but he could hear the steady beeps of the monitors through it. That was a good sign. He knocked softly, but didn’t wait long for a response, assuming the young man was still in a deep sleep, much to his surprise, panic filled eyes stared back at him the moment he stepped through the door,

”Hi Chris…” He greeted in his usual friendly tone, the one Dr. Shawl had come to be known for. Though he kept his voice quieter than normal, not wanted to started the patient more than he already was. ”I’m Ezra.” he said, stepping closer to the bed, but making sure to maintain a good distance still and voiding any sudden movements. He offered Chris a warm smile as he carefully set the papers aside. ”How are you feeling?” there was a good chance the young man wouldn’t speak, but an attempt had to be made.
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Re: A Fresh Start

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Chris watched in fear as a man entered the room, Chris focused on his face first even though he did look away ever so often. Worrying that holding eye contact would lead him to be hurt again, he was never allowed to look his father in the eyes if he did bad things happened. He shivered heavily for the briefest of moments, but snuck a glance to the stranger in the room.

His hair was like his , and looked softer too. Chris's hand went to his own freshly cut hair, running his fingers through it. It felt soft and smooth, his gave it a tug a few times, shaking his head to himself. He moaned softly wondering why his hair wasn't long anymore.

Ezra he said, that must have been his name, because he never said the worlds again as hebegan to ask Chris questions that he didn't understand. He didn't know what any of those words meant, he was hungry and thirsty, he couldn't remember the last time he ate anything. He licked his own lips even though they were dry and sore. Chris's breathing picked up and he shuffled away as best he could with his sore joints fulling fuzzy and slow. His hand went to his mouth chewing on his hand, he gagged as the taste of the strange material on his hand that he usually chewed. He shook his head trying the get the taste out of his mouth, putting his other thumb into his mouth to ease his worry. He pushed his body into the corner of the room so nothing would hurt him from behind, flinching as the wall was very cold on his arms. In fact he was cold shivering again he ran his hand through his hair again tugging it softly again.

He hummed softly rocking his body back and forth pulling his knees up wincing again at the movement, he looked up at the roof or the room. He liked to see light in the room, even though it hurt his eyes to look at it. The room was big, of course everything to Chris was big. He tapped his hands together looking at the table beside his bed, there wasn't anything on it, this was the first time Chris had seen anything in the real world in the world of light. He was both curious and terrified of it. He looked at him again his eyes scanning over his clothes picking out the small colours and details, over the years he had learnt to rely on his hearing and sight even though he was in pitch black darkness some things made its way into his eyes. His taste, smell and touch were dampened now everything was a interesting world. He ran his fingers over the bandages and gauze pads of his body as well as feeling the soft bedsheets.

Rocking back and forth slowly he hummed, tapping his hands together he looked at the clear wire on his hand, his gaze lifted up to the bag at the top of the wire. It was then he saw the other wires that were connected to him, they were connected to a box. Not the box...not the box! He grabbed a hold of the wires in a panic and pulled at them as best he could. He didn't want to be shocked, the box always hurt with blinding sharp pain through the body. Whimpering he yanked one of the wires out and a loud beeping noise flew into his ears. Chris jumped out of his skin moving away into the corner, still trying to get the wires off.

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Ezra could tell the young boy was struggling to understand what he was saying. He was terrified of everything and everyone around him, for obvious reasons. As he attempted to get away from them, the young doctor watched silently. He let Chris act on his own, taking in every single movement in detail. He didn't want to take physical notes, in fear of missing something crucial if he did, so instead he stored as much information as he could in the back of his mind. One of the nurses of the two that were now with him attempted to calm the boy down with words, but Ezra carefully shook his head. He wouldn't understand, and the speaking may just make him more alarmed.

As he watched, two things became very clear to the doctor. One, that Chris was hungry. Very hungry. This didn't come as a surprise. God knows what or if he had been fed all these years. The second thing Ezra took note of was the young boy's reaction to the wires and the hospital machinery. Like everything else around him, Chris was mortified by the machines that surrounded him, however compared to things like the clothes and bedsheets, his reaction to the wires that ran down his arms was much different.

After his first attempt at pulling them off, the heart monitor began to beep loudly, signifying that there was something wrong. Once again, one of the nurses attempted to reach for him to fix the wire, but Ezra cautiously places an arm in front of her. "It's probably best to keep our distance for now." he explained. The nurses nodded un agreement and instead made her way around the bed to silence the monitor.

Once quiet had returned to the room, Ezra sat his clipboard aside and kneeled down to Chris' eye level. He made sure to keep enough distance so as to not make him feel cornered. His gaze, much like his demeanor, remained calm as he spoke. "Are you hungry?" he asked, though this time he used gestures to accompany his words. He already knew the answer to his own question, but he wanted to hopefully show Chris that he was not going to harm him, but instead was there to take care of him.

Before the boy could even attempt to answer, Ezra gave the nurses quick instructions to bring some food. Nothing too heavy, as his stomach would most likely not handle it well. However, he needed some form of nutrition and some water.

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Chris’s eyes kept a sharp eye on the two people in the room the woman dressed in blue who slowly moved to the beeping machine. This was it, he was dead. He tensed visibly as she pressed a button that silenced the machine, opening his eyes he watched as she walked away. She wasn’t going to hurt him?

Chris watched curiously as the man approached the bed but didn’t pull him off the bed, but spoke to him softly getting down on his knees to look at him, again Chris looked away, his thumb returning to his mouth nibbling on the digit. Looking back at him as he began gesturing. Chris then connected the two things together. Food! He was getting food, of course he was apprehensive and he would have to check the food but it was still something at least. Was it a trick? What if it was drugged? Or something else was in it? He stared at the bed clothes for a few minutes as if disappearing somewhere else entirely for a few minutes before he shook his head and looked at the male in the room.... what was his name? Elliot? Edward? Ezra? That sounded right.

Scooting forward he nodded quickly holding out a hand briefly in a begging motion then remembered himself tucking his hands under his armpits rocking back and forth slowly his legs adjusting to bring themselves to his chest visibly wincing as his legs felt so sore but not as much as usual. Looking once again at the wires on his body as well as the numerous bandages, sniffling a little he wiped away the tears forcing them to stop after rubbing his eyes forcefully leaving them red and blotchy.

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