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"Aaron! Garret!" she exclaimed and gripped Garret's arm worriedly, then she grabbed a hold of Aaron- completely forgetting his dislike of being touched. Aaron was in no position to argue, however he spoke indifferently and cold; "Some guys attacked us. Garret's bloody father...he got away, three more men..." The woman glanced between the teens horrified when Aaron stopped explaining due to a fit of pain. "Get in the car. Aaron, you alright? Can you walk?"

The teen didn't answer when getting up to place himself in the car. Annabelle helped him over to the front seat and ordered Garret to get in as well.

Once at the hospital, Annabelle was talking to an officer out in the hallway before he was supposed to talk to Aaron. The father would turn up in half an hour. Aaron, lying in the white hospital bed, looked rather misplaced with the white bandage around his torso and arm. The melancholic teen had not been an easy patient: silent, defiant and angry. He was calm now that he and Garret were the only ones in the room, but the cops outside made him nervous. "Last time I saw a bloody cop was- when I was picked up in England...Bloody morons..."