My dad is a Musician

Chapter 2

We were waiting patiently outside the emergency room when the doctor came out and said, "He's made it."

Oh thank God! It would have been a pity if such a small kid would have died. Moreover, a tragedy is that humans can be so ruthless that they led a kid to his death.

"We tried our best because this patient's case seems related to the police and mostly involved catching criminals." The doctor said, I don't know whether to take his words as just plain kindness or that he wants some benefits from this.

"Thank You so much." I said, "We will definitely give some funds to the hospital for helping us." I replied. It's best to act grateful and a life being saved is more than enough.

"Oh no we didn't do it for funds. We did it because it will help society if a criminal is catched. They have tortured the boy so much."

"Can you spare us some details?" Reid said, taking out his notebook and pen. He has everything ready!

"His body has turned bluish purple due to being beaten. It's as if he was a dummy for practising martial arts or something."

He removed his specks and said, "There's signs that he's been beaten on the head with a very strong material. We suspected brain hemmorage looking at the wounds at the body, so we took a Xerox but there is nothing wrong with the brain part."

He continued, "Moreover, there's signs of him being whipped too. Except for the face, the marks on his body are something that can't be defined. The abuser seems to be abusing him almost everyday considering there's also scars at places and that the boy wasn't tended to properly."

I said, "That's Horrible…", it's the first that I would have heard of something like this. It's unbelievable that someone would…

"Apart from that, he is severely malnourished and one of his legs and one of his thumb is fractured." He completed his sentence.

"I see…", I looked over at Reid, who was done noting it down. His blue eyes contrasting his black hair, were filled with pity.

"Can I meet the patient?", I asked.

"Yes. He has woken up. He would be confused so please make sure to be gentle."

"Got it."

We went in to see the boy. He was just lying there alone staring out of the window. The nurses still hadn't cleaned the items used for the boy.

"Hello." The doctor said, which startled the boy. "How are you?" He continued.

The boy immediately curled back to back of the bed.

"It's ok. We are not going to hurt you." I said, taking my steps forward to him.

"You won't be with bandages all over your body otherwise. Doesn't that make sense?" He seemed to be understanding what I was saying. I took another step closer to him.

He removed the blanket over him and touched the plaster on his right leg.

"Ah no! Don't do that! It will–" the doctor yelled in panic, making the boy cover his ears and breathe fast. You bloody doctor! I could have got somewhere if you wouldn't have.

"I am so sorry… but please don't touch the plaster. It's for your leg to recover quickly."

But looking at how the boy glared at him, he understood that whatever he would say now is fruitless. "I will ask them to rise his leg up so that it's better for all." He said and left.

"Kid…" I started, I hope this works out. "Don't sit on the corner of the bed, you will fall out otherwise. You don't want to get hurt right?"

He shaked his head. So he understands what I am saying. "No one wants to ever get hurt." I moved another step closer to his bed.