The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Thirty-Four

Despite his protests, they had gone to the hospital. Oikawa recieved seven stitches for the cut on his lips at the cost of his lip ring and he let the nurse on call know his disappointment in that. She'd assured him that he would be able to get it pierced again once the cut had healed. His hands had been cleaned up and bandaged and, with some prompting from Eilana, he let them check the burn on his stomach  - which was almost fully healed- and make an assessment of all the other wounds he'd sustained over the years.

The hospital had called the police, their protocal with any signs of abuse and Yuya stood in the hall with the officers.

Takeru was silent, sitting in a chair with a sleeping Rin on his lap. She'd cried herself to sleep. There were tear stains on the boy's face, but no one mentioned them to him. Eilana paced the area by the bed, an ice pack held to her eye. It was silent in the room, the only sound her steps on the tile.

A nurse knocked, opening the door without waiting for an answer. "Do you feel up to having visitors?" He could see Iwaizumi over her shoulder and nodded. Eilana had called him.

His best friend came in, ignoring him and going to his sister for a hug first, but Oikawa was too focused on the argent hair that followed him in to mind that.

Suga was at his side in an instant, fussing over every bruise and scratch, and Oikawa couldn't help but smile despite the pull of the stitches.

"I'm fine, Suga." He wasn't expecting the slap he recieved. The room was silent once more, all eyes on them.

"You are not fine. Don't give me that shi-crap." He caught himself, remembering the kids in the room. "Why didn't you tell me your home was abusive? I had the extra room. You could have moved in. You're going to move in. I won't let you go back there. Do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Good." Suga cupped his face in his hands, kissing him. Oikawa ignored the pain of the stitches to kiss back, covering Suga's hands with his own.

"I never even knew you were gay," his sister whispered and Iwaizumi patted her back comfortingly.

Oikawa took a breath and looked at her, a nod from Iwaizumi reassuring him. "It's kind of hard to be interested in women when you've been forced to sleep with them for money since you were eight."

Before either Eilana or Suga could reply, the door opened again and Yuuya led the officers in. He kissed Eilana's cheek, saying, "I'm going to take the kids home. It's late and they don't need to be here for any more of this."

She nodded, kissing her children's heads before they left.

Once they'd left, one of the officers spoke. "I'm going to be completely honest with you here: there's no real reason for us to take your statement if you're not going to press charges. So that's the first thing we need to know. Will you be pressing charges against your father?"

"Oi, Stupidkawa. Eilana said that you hit your dad. Is that true?"

"Yeah."

"Press charges. If you don't, he will."

Oikawa nodded. "That's true, but I can't afford a lawyer."

"Tooru, Yuya and I will help with the expenses. You don't have to worry about that."

Suga's hand squeezed his wrist, afraid of hurting his hands. "I told you that my mom's a lawyer. She or someone in her firm will take your case. Press charges."

Oikawa smiled, tears in his eyes. "Okay."