Fates Cruel Hand

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Hurts.
Whats that noise?
Where am i?
Its soft.
Im not cold.
Where am i?

'...Me? Hello, kid can you hear me?'
I winced as a blinding light greeted me as i opened my eyes.
Panic set in instantly as i didnt recognise my surroundings. In blind panic i tried to run.
But i couldnt. I looked down and noticed my arms and legs were strapped down to a bed. This made my panic worse. So i tried to thrash against the restraints but it hurt. My legs hurt.
'Hey hey calm down youll pop your stitches if you thrash around like that. Let me get a doctor.' The voice sounded panicked.
'N-no!' I managed to yell. My throat was so dry it hurt.
I looked over at the man standing next to the bed. His brown hair was dishevelled like itd not been combed in a while and his bright green eyes had the darkest of bags underneath them.
'Kid i have to get the doctor your bleeding.' He said sadly.
'W-who?' I began but couldnt get anything else out.
He smiled softly down at me while he pressed a button on the wall. 'Im Matthew but you can call me Matty. Im the police officer that found you and brought you to the hospital. Youve been asleep for almost a week. You cut yourself up pretty bad kid. How are you feeling?' He said, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke. It was nice for once to have someone speak to me like that. Like i deserved kindness.
'So-re.' I croaked.
'Dont worry once the doctor comes and sorts you out im sure you wont be in as much pain.' He said as he ran his hand through my dirty hair. 'Whats your name kiddo?'
'Zane.' I whispered. It hurt way too much to talk.
'Well it's nice to finally meet you Zane.' Matty smiled softly down at me as he continued to run his fingers gently through my disgusting hair.
I was about to open my mouth to ask him how I got here but a knock sounded and a man who I assumed was the doctor, walked in. He smiled kindly at me. His features looked older than he probably was. 'Its great to see your finally awake. Now I'm going to do some checks and see what's going on alright.' He spoke softly.
I didn't reply. I just looked up at Matty with pleading eyes. I don't want this man to touch me. I don't want to be touched. What if he's like him? All these thoughts whirled round my head as the doctor pulled on some sterile gloves and folded back the now slightly bloody blanket. My breathing became uncontrollable as I watched the doctors hand reach for the gown I was wearing. As soon as his hand gripped the flimsy material I lost it. The restraints prevented me from running away from this stranger but they didn't stop me from trying. I struggled more than I ever have in my life.
'No! Don't! Please!' I gasped out and sobbed. I couldn't breathe. Everything hurt.
'Hey hey kiddo. Sshh, calm down.' Matty cooed as he ran his fingers through my tangled hair once again. His other hand rested gently on my cheek as he wiped the tears away. 'Sshh sshh, try to match your breathing with mine. That's it well done. He's not going to touch you inappropriately. He's only going to check your wounds. Nothing more. I won't let him do anything to you. I promise.' He continued to coo and shush me while the doctor went about checking my wounds. He continuously praised me, telling me how well I was doing. I couldn't take my eyes away from his and he didn't waver as he held my gaze the whole time.
My eye lids became heavy all of a sudden but I fought to keep them open.
'Its alright Zane. It's the pain medicine. Go to sleep. I'll watch over you.' He said softly as he faded into darkness.