Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸

NICO POV:
"So your telling me that even though that boy assaulted Nico, the only thing that's happening to him is he is being transferred to another hospital? He's having no legal repercussions?" Wills Mom asked, seemingly calm but making it quite obvious that she was fuming.
"He is a troubled a boy, I assure you that the other hospital is taking many precautions so he doesn't repeat his actions," The head of the OPI program, Stacy, said trying to sound reassuring.
"So, let me get this straight, Nico gets assaulted and the other guy gets away scot free?" Will snaps at the lady, grabbing the table hard.
"It's whatever," I interject with, "I'm used to always being the less important one in situations, it's nothing new. Someone try's to beat me up and fight back, it's my fault. Someone chokes me against a wall, why should they get in any trouble. After all, it's just me."
"We are not at all saying that you are not important," Mrs. Stacey says, "Were simply taking his mental health into consideration."
"What about Nicos?" Will slaps the table in frustration. "He had a full blown panic attack because of what that dick did and then one of your nurses makes it worse by grabbing him even though that clearly was not helping him at all, and still your not thinking about Nicos?"
"Well," the cop that had been sitting there in almost silence for a long time finally starts. "I had spoke with said nurse, and she thought you were a danger to one of her patients considering you had just punched another guy. You gotta think about that kid."
"Yeah I punched him because he had my boyfriend pinned to a wall, and if Nico had fought back probably still would have been the one that went to Juvy!" Will growls at the cop.
"If he told us what had happened, I don't think anyone would blame him for standing up for himself," The nurse interjects, trying to calm Will down.
"No, because of my record you would have assumed I just went nuts on the guy," I sneer at them. "I know how this shit always work."
"I don't think it's fair that this kid gets off scot free after what he did to Nico," Wills mom adds in again.
"I'm sorry you feel that way ma'am," the cop says.
"Just leave it, i think this meetings done," I say shaking my head in disbelief. How could have I ever thought that maybe for once people would believe that I was the victim. We all stand up and walk out of the room and Mrs. Stacey calls for everyone to follow her back to the IOP room.
Although all I wanted to do was go back home with will, I follow reluctantly. I realised I was clenching my fist so tight my nails were digging into my hands, causing small cuts in my palms. I don't know how I always do that considering I cut my nails so short there nonexistent.
"What happened in the meeting?" Because asks walking up to me.
"They transferred Cole," I answer, running my tongue over my bottom teeth in anger.
"Is that all?"
"Yep."
"Well that's bullshit," she huffs, "he assaulted you!"
I shrug as we enter the room and find a seat. Fill out the same dumb paper, and then am forced to talked about it with the group.
"You left the question on if your having thoughts of hurting someone empty? Did you just forget or?" Mrs. Stacey asked, eyeing me up and down.
"I did that on purpose, I don't like lying," I say sardonically, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Well, do you have plans on acting on these thoughts?"
"Nope," I say, exaggerating the syllables.
"Who do you want hurt dude?" A guy asked in an almost admiring tone.
"I can think of a couple of people," I run my tongue over my top teeth, and sink lower in my chair.
"Would you like to talk through your frustrations with one of our therapists? I can call one right now," Mrs. Stacey asks.
"Nah I'm good, I'm really done talking actually so you should move on," I snap, knowing if I kept talking I was gonna snap at someone.
"Well alright, if you change your mind," she smiles and then moves on. The rest of the time went by with her teaching 'healthy coping' mechanisms and wanting us all to go around and say a healthy coping mechanism we do when we are upset. Some of my favourite answers included crying to screaming music, and meth. Although the last one did end in a long talk about the dangers of drugs.
After 3 hours of hell it was finally over and I couldn't have been happier to see Will already parked right in front of the building to pick me up.