The beginning of a special friendship

chapter 2

Hey guys here's the second Chapter have fun :D

In the meantime, Thomas looked at Philipp almost imploringly.

"Please don't call my father!...Please..."

"Don't worry, the police will go to your father and confront him... The injuries are from him, aren't they?"

Thomas nodded as well as he with the Stifneck could.

Oli and Birgit entered the room again and the older emergency doctor gave Philipp an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Stay here Buddy, he needs you" then he turned to Thomas.

"Get well soon boy" he had already disappeared with the other paramedics.

While Thomas was being treated medically, police officers Paul Richter and Florian Winter arrived at his father's Home.

The door was opened unfriendly to them.

"What do you want?!" he hissed and the two met a decent alcohol flag.

"Is your son available?"

"What did that little son of a bitch do now?!" he snapped.

"He was hit by a car and is receiving medical treatment in hospital."

"Unfortunately not directly run over..."

"Well, I didn't expect that kind of reaction." Paul murmured and looked blankly at the guy.

"Can you t ell me, Herr Schmidt, where were you an hour ago?"

"Whats that to you?"

"A lot of them are suspected of causing grievous bodily harm. Where did the dent on your car come from?" asked Florian.

"That does not concern you!" Then he wanted to attack Paul.

"No, my friend, not like that. Violence against police officers...very, very bad idea! It's enough for me.

You are provisionally arrested! Everything you will say can and will be used against you!" Paul explained to Mr. Schmidt and put handcuffs on him.

Then they took him to the police station.

Meanwhile, Thomas had been taken to a room. He had to stay in the hospital for at least one night. He was lucky in misfortune.

He only had a minor concussion and a broken arm. If you disregard all the older injuries.

Thomas lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling. He thought about what to do...

He couldn't go home because he had tried to escape from there.

Now he saw what he got out of it. He didn't know how to proceed.

Since his mother's recent death, his father had become addicted to alcohol and increasingly raised his hand against him.

Again and again he had to think of the paramedic who had found him.

He only knew his name and didn't have his number or anything else to say thank you or to contact him, but why should he want to have contact with him.

He probably also thought that Thomas was a small child because he had looked for his hand...

But this small gesture had such a big effect on him at that moment.

For the first time in his life Thomas hadn't felt alone.

A knock snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up confused. He couldn't figure out who should visit him.

He didn't have any friends and no one knew he was here either, at least he hoped his father didn't know.