Recovery

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"Can you take me someplace?" Christina asked. "What place? How come they won't talk you?" James said and she stood up in the chair, to be sure her big brother was still asleep. "Because...they say I'm to little...but I have the right to know...why he hurt brother. They won't take me and nana can't take me. please?" She asked. "I'll talk to Harry ... but I'm not sure that will help you understand the actions of your father." James said and she frowned. "How will I know?" She asked. "I don't know, what's your name?" James asked. "I like cc." She said, finally sitting down in the chair. "Cc. You are a sweet girl. The best thing you can do for your brother is be there, and grow okay?" James said and she sigh. "Okay."

James was brought over to the floor. Zachary fell asleep, mostly out of boredom, but Christopher was awake. His lower back was really hurting. He had very little movement in his legs, because he couldn't feel, he moved them a little in his sleep, pulling on his spine in a way that just inflamed the injury caused. "Chris?" James said and after a pause. "I...need on my back...."Christopher said and James eased down, slowly rolled Christopher on his back. "Your hurting. I can see the sweat. Just how low was your hurting?" James asked. "...couple days.....but...Not...been this bad in a while." He whispered. "I'll get Harry, he's still right beside you." James said.
Zachary woke up to his hand being held tightly and Christopher nearly in tears. "I'll run you a bath." Zachary said. "...no...Stay...Please." Christopher said.

"I swear he didn't tell me his back was hurting." Zachary half cried waiting outside the hospital room. "I'm not surprised." Dr. Park, a pediatric doctor said turning to Harry, and Zachary. "Christopher and Christina are under my care, but...as I'm sure your know their 'nana' mind hasn't been well for some time, so I'm sure I don't have a lot of their information." Harry said. "Their grandmother might have a slipping mind, but not so much when it come to him. Christopher...Has psychological difficulties, because of what happened to him." Dr. Park said. "What does this have to do with not telling us about his back?" Zachary half cried. "Is he still seeing his psychiatrist?" Dr. Park asked and Harry frowned. "I wasn't aware he was suppose to be seeing one." Harry said. "He...stoped going a couple months before he starting staying with us..." Zachary whispered. "I'll get him an appointment with one closer to the base. He'll need to keep here a couple days. Zachary can stay, but in the chair. He have him in a brace to keep him still, so the inflammation will go down, and some pain killers. He will be okay." Dr. Park said. "Thank you." Harry said.

"Cc. Wanted me to take her someplace." James said, standing in the living room. Harry looked up for his iPad. "No. I'm not taking a four year old to a prison." Harry said. "I'm almost five!" Christina said, but crossed her arms. "He's doing it again and it's daddy's fault." Christina said and Harry raised an eyebrow. "What exactly is your brother doing?" Harry asked. "Follow." Christina said.

Harry and James followed the little girl into the half bathroom, opened the cabinet under the sink and handed Harry a flash light. Harry ease down and looked inside. It took a moment before Harry found it, a bloody stained blade tapped to the bottom of the sink. Harry let out a sigh, taking it into his hands. "The answer isn't for you to go see your daddy. We'll help your brother, but where at? Wouldn't the doctor if seen it?" Harry said. "He can't walk because his feet are numb, but parts of his legs still have a little felling..." She said. "When I moved him, he left leg was in a different position then when he first laid down. Zachary doesn't move him, I've seen that much." James said. "I'll look over his medical reports. Maybe he will walk." Harry said. "No...to much stuff...but...maybe help his back not hurt so much." She said. "I'll look into it. Stop asking about your daddy. The next time, I'm grounding you. Is that understood?" Harry said. "His my big brother!" She fussed. "Christina Anne White, what did I say?" Harry said, lending down and pointing a finger at the girl, scolding her. "His my big brother, Harry. I...have to know he will be okay. Nana...isn't the same and he is all I have left." Christina said and Harry let out a sigh. "We will take care of you and your brother, but no more about your daddy, okay?" Harry said and she looked between her feet. "...okay."

A few days later, making it January 7th, Harry sat down on the foot of the bed. "No. Just no." Christopher said. "Then your going three time a week." Harry said. "Going to a psychiatrist didn't do shit last time, it's not going to help this time." Christopher said, grabbing the Kendal. "Christopher, do you care about Zachary?" Harry said. "What does Zachary have to do with this?" Christopher asked. "Do you understand how worried and upset he got, because he realized you won't tell anybody your hurting. Rather it's your back or your mind?" Harry said. "...I dont see what that has to do with me seeing a psychiatrist..." He whispered. "Zachary is worried about you, very much, Christopher. He got so upset and believes he isn't doing a good job at being a boyfriend." Harry said and he frowned. "It has nothing to do with Zachary... He's prefect...and I'm just this stupid worthless broken thing and that's the problem alright? So psychiatrist isn't going to change what are facts and Zachary... Deserves better..." Christopher said, before unlocking the Kindle.