Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
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Clay's POV

I was afraid the doctor had to see more of me when I explained them the fake story Elliot and I came up with, but luckily, I just had to lower my pants. Usually, revealing your private parts would have been something a lot more uncomfortable, but in this scenario, someone seeing my bruises was the worst thing that could happen.

After a while, I was called in for an X-Ray because they suspected the same thing as my brother explained. Luckily, all of the nurses were sweet and made me feel comfortable as I sat there while they examined me and took the tests needed.

'I've been discussing with the surgeon and-,' the doctor started as he walked back in. He sat down behind a computer screen and pulled up the X-Ray I had to make a few hours ago.

I moved closer, and so did Elliot, who was back into the hospital room to keep me some company while we had to wait.

'As you can see, there's a clear fracture here. You've mentioned your parents aren't in town right now, but do you want us to call them?'

'I prefer not to, I'm quite embarrassed,' I replied quietly. 'I just rather don't want them to come home for such a thing. I'm seventeen, I can give legal consent to treatment from sixteen, can't I?'

'Yeah, you are able to, however, I'm afraid your parents may want to be here for the treatment. Penile fracture is treated with an emergency surgery, which means we are giving you a local anaesthesia and repair the damage. Are you sure you would prefer them to stay away? We usually prefer to have an authority figure to be present.'

I felt my cheeks flush red, my mouth getting a lot more dry. I made eye contact with Elliot, who was staring in front of him, but then gasped for air to say something he suddenly thought of.

'We are step-brothers and my mother is in the waiting room. Would that be enough as she's his stepmother?' Elliot asked. Even though he hated lying, he still wanted to do anything to keep our parents out of this situation.

'That would be enough,' the doctor replied. 'We just don't prefer to perform surgery on a minor without any parent near. If you're comfortable with that too, Clay?'

'Yeah, that's fine,' I said, seeing Elliot turn around to go get Tristan's mother. Honestly, I didn't have a lot of contact with her, but she felt more like a mother than my own did. Every time I was near her, she welcomed me and made me feel loved and understood.

I waited in silence for Elliot to get her and saw her smile as she walked in. I just hoped she wanted to act along with us and act like my stepmother, which I couldn't force either because I didn't want to get her in trouble.

'Hi, I'm Clay's stepmother and heard he needs to get an emergency surgery?' she said straight away as she walked into the room, laying her hand on my shoulder. She gently rubbed her thumb over it and smiled at me to comfort me.

'That's right, if we don't do this surgery today, he has a high chance of permanent damage the longer we wait. There's a spot free in ten minutes and he will get surgery that's usually done pretty quick. It depends on his condition if he's able to go home the same day, but we see a quick recovery most of the time.'

'Can we just get ready for the surgery?' I wondered, my voice getting more and more annoyed the longer they spoke. I just wanted this to be over because the thought of getting a surgery scared me.

However, the thought of my father figuring out I went to the hospital and had surgery without telling him made me worry even more. He would get absolutely pissed and panicky at the same time that anyone would see my bruises. He knew he was in the wrong, but would never admit that.

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Everything luckily went smoothly and hours later, I was finally awake enough to sit up in my bed. Elliot had been sitting next to my bed with Tristan's mother while Tristan fell asleep because it was late in the evening.

Luckily, it wasn't night yet and because I seemed to recover decently well and could handle a lot of pain from what I had gone through before, the doctors thought I was stable enough after I lied I had a caregiver to take care of me.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of the car of Tristan's mother, leaned towards Elliot who was holding me tightly. We both knew we had to go home and because Tristan and his mother had no clue either of what happened at our place, they believed the lie of our parents being gone, but that they came back tonight.

I knew she would have brought me to her place, but I didn't want to risk even more pain than I already had. I was awfully tired, felt a throbbing pain and even though I had taken a lot of medication against the pain, it was still a lot stronger.

'Clay, we are at home,' Elliot whispered, giving me a gentle push against my shoulder to make me open my eyes after I was almost dozing off. 'I'll help you walk, but if you have too much pain, I can see if there's a way to carry you.'

'It's fine,' I stumbled, even though I wished nothing more than to just lay down and never move again, until the pain was gone. But I had gone through so much worse that I was used to ignoring my pain and had some way to turn off the feeling and turn it into something like adrenaline instead.

Without hesitation, I stood up from my chair and thanked Tristan and his mother about a million times for their sweetness and warmth.

'It really means a lot more than I'm able to express right now,' I admitted, which was true because the thought of them caring enough to stay with me for hours put tears in my eyes. 'You didn't have to be this kind.'

'Sweetheart, we care about you and I would do it again and again. I would stay with both of you for days if I needed to. Greet your parents for me and ask them for a lot of cuddles, if they don't, I'll make sure to come back and spoil you!'

I smiled, my cheeks heating up because I felt incredibly happy and warm inside to have someone around me who loved me for who I was and wanted to take care of me. Never in my life did I have a parental figure to be there, but she did, and so did her husband.

I couldn't resist the intense feeling of love and walked to her door. I opened it and leaned forward to give her a hug. She immediately accepted it and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. 'Oh, honey. I'm here for you and if you ever need anything, please, I'm always free for you two beautiful boys.'

I let go of her and quickly wiped a tear away as I turned to my house, ready to go back into the hell of a place where I wished to never get back into...

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