The Anti Over kill

Part 7

"Mark! Are you not listening to me!? He wont trust anyone! He's afraid anyone will rape him again! He will feel so much mental pain that he will cut his wrists! He will have nightmares and terrors for months! He wont be himself ever again Mark!" Tyler spat in rage at Mark. Mark felt the tears in his eyes and looked back into the room at Jack who cried heavily in the corner. Shaking and sulking, his knees acting as a barrier from reality. "We don't know how to help him right now! Every rape patient is different!"
Tyler and Mark both jumped hearing the door slam beside them with a gush of air and a click of the lock on the door.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!! IM NOT GETTING HURT AGAIN!" Jack screamed.
Mark and Tyler exchanged the same worried expression. They had no clue what to do. Jack wouldn't trust either of them.
Mark went pale processing his thoughts. Analyzing down his thoughts and coming to the conclusion that Jack would be trying to kill himself.
Mark rushed the door within seconds trying to get in, calling for Jack to open it. He rammed hard into the door making it jump on its hinges and back down with a clang and an out cry from Mark.
Tyler stood lifeless, he watched Marks failed attempts, seeing him only accomplishing hurting himself and his pride. Tears streamed down Marks face knowing he had failed Jack, he was meant to be protecting him.
He kept ramming into the door begging Jack to let him in with a grunt every time his shoulder hit the door. Mark stopped to rub his shoulder that was began to bleed slightly into his clothes and red from the impact of the door. But Mark wasn't giving up easily.
Tyler's memories hit harder than a mallet to the head, he had gone through this before, when Ethan had been raped. He had to force entry into every room to get to Ethan who would squeal when he made it in. Seeing Ethan with a knife or scissors cutting his flesh.
Ethan was one of the lucky ones who had made it. But he was different now, just like all the other survivors.
Ethan doesn't talk as much now, he used to never ever shut up.
Ethan doesn't sleep as often or as long as he used to. He could sleep hours on end, anytime, anywhere but now he would sleep a few hours and wake up screaming or yelling, he gets drunk to forget so constantly wakes up with hangovers...
He doesn't even hug Tyler or touch him as much as he used to. He used to grab his hand, cling to his leg when ever he had to leave like a love sick puppy. Now he always flinches whenever Tyler went in for a hug or lifted a hand.
For the first 5 months after the rape of Ethan, Tyler couldn't even leave the house without Ethan becoming chaotic for Mark, Amy, Jack and Wiishu. He would smash everything, yell and rant at everyone then lock himself in a room to get away from everyone so he could cut himself and try take his pain away.
Tyler even remembered the moment Ethan had clung to his leg with puppy dog eyes tugging at his belt telling him to take his pain away, tugging the belt open and begging to have sex with him. Not in a good way though. When Tyler said no he wouldn't hurt Ethan like that by doing it it Ethan had let out a painfully saddening whimper and tears begging him to do it.
Tyler was deep in thought, what was the rapper doing? The raper seemed to have a type... scrawny, non muscular men. Only men. This was the third rape incident with that type in the last month. So the raper had to be gay, not likely to be a female.
He knew that Jack wouldn't likely talk about the inccident.
He snapped out of it hearing Mark sob out that Jack hated him now. Tyler looked at Mark like a peasant, he knew Jack didn't hate Mark, only distrusted everyone at this time and moment.
He knew he would be like this for months, even years. No one ever was or had been the same. He lost patients, multiple patients that he couldn't help.
It still haunts him knowing that he couldn't save them. They had lost themselves in their mental pain, there was no cure, not even a single cure.
They all went through therapists, doctors, hospitals everything that was offered to a rape patient. Tyler slapped his head at their stupidity of miss diagnosing him and giving him the wrong help. Now knowing the reason why Jack had said he was in pain. It wasn't physical pain he felt, it was mental pain and they were stupid and gave Jack laughing gas.
He was frustrated at their lack of knowledge of the rape injuries Jack had. He had looked over Jacks whole body in the surgery room at least 10 times to make sure nothing else needed to be fixed. Coming across hand marks, rather large red blotched on his skin, large cut wounds that were mostly fresh blood, massive bruises all over his body and friction marks all over certain parts of his body usually used for sex (mouth, ass with friction marks on his hips from where the raper forced strong and hard entry)
But Tyler knew he was stupid by thinking nothing of them, he had thought they were just injuries from falling in the snow, he didn't even think that they could of been from a rape. He should of known its was a rape by being a doctor for just over 3 years.
They had their fair share of rape patients, some worse than others with injuries. But so far, Jack was close to one of the worst for mental pain.
Mark stood at the door tired and pained from ramming the door so many times. He tried to open it, banging and trying to open the door by the knob.