Dumping Ground

Rick ~ Knocked Out By Bailey

"Oi!" Rick called and Bailey smacked him against the door.
"Urh..." Rick gasped before he passed out.

"Rick? Rick? Come on, that's it," Mike said as Rick moved his head. He was sitting against the door after being knocked out. "Good lad."
"Are you ok?"
"What do you think?" Rick replied to Johnny quietly.
"Take it easy. You've had a nasty blow to the head."
"That twat..."
"He's gone. Thankfully."
"Urgh..."
"Are you ok?" Tee asked.
"My head hurts."
"Ok. Easy tiger."
"Is it bleeding?"
"Not from what I can see."
"I'm gonna say sitting here..."
"Good plan."
"Actually Rick, can we move you to the sofa? Being in the doorway is slightly in the way."
"Here. Take my hand."
"I've got you," Tee and Johnny said and they gave Rick a hand to stand up.
"Urgh."
"That's it. Good lad."
"Just a few steps Rick."
"My head is pounding..."
"It's just here."
"Sit down," Johnny said and Rick sat on the sofa.
"Carmen, can you get an ice pack please?"
"Yeah," Carmen said, and she rushed off to get one.
"Take some deep breaths and keep the noise down, alright guys?"
"Ok."
"We will."
"Here you go Mike."
"Thanks. Keep this on your head Rick," Mike said as he held it against Rick's head.
"Yeah... Thanks."
"We'll look after him Mike."
"Yeah, go and find Bailey."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
"Shall I find some David Attenborough?"
"Go for it Carms," Tee said. She took over holding the ice pack as she was sitting beside Rick. Mike left them to sit, and Rick let himself drift off to sleep.

~

"Bailey's been caught. How's Rick doing?" Mike asked as he came in.
"He's sleeping," Johnny whispered.
"Ok," Mike replied in a whisper, and David Attenborough was heard quietly on the TV. "He's ok?"
"We think so."
"He said he was dizzy but that's all," Tee added.
"Some rest will do him good. Carry on," Mike said before he left. They let Rick sleep on the sofa overnight before Johnny helped him upstairs in the morning. A day's rest and Rick was alright, but Bailey still had a lot to answer to.