sorry for taking this damn long! and I must excuse for any spelling mistakes, I just really wanted this up now.
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btw.... cookies of own choice to whoever finds the hidden pun...
The reaction Jayy received from the younger teen was nothing like he had expected. Dahvie was teary eyed and quiet. Jayy had expected him to yell, scream at him to get the hell out and not talk shit like that, as if he meant it. Jayy wanted to scream at the younger teen, shake him by the shoulders and yell at him to do something. Hit Jayy, punch him, anything but sitting there and just pretend that everything was fine. Nothing was fucking fine. Yet the Shutcall wanted to hug him. The other teen seated on the white bed was obviously broken. He had been dragged through hell. So at that point, Jayy figured that Dahvie’s behavior made sense. He had been violated in such a way that nobody should ever have to experience, so maybe the promise of protection and care had been a relief to the young man? Jayy couldn't get his head around it.
Footsteps in the hallway alerted the slightly older male. Jayy’s head turned towards the white door.
“You sure it’s here?!”
“She said room 483, so yes I’m sure!”
He knew those voices. Both of them. The lighter was the one witch used to welcome him into the home, the warm voice of motherhood he would never forget. The deeper voice used to crack jokes at the dinner table, complain about the newspaper in the morning, slightly muffled by the paper. There was missing one. The one sounding more like Dahvie, just a female version. Where was that voice? He was sure it would be the first demanding to visit. He shook his head. The footsteps was coming closer, and Jayy clenched his fists nervously. He had been unsure about witch phone number he should scribble down on the paper, when the formal was shoved in his hand. One sided wanted to write the most known to him, but a look over at the unconscious boy laying pale on the bed made Jayy search his memory for the number he hadn’t used in forever. He was unsure if he got it correct, but he sure as hell hoped he remembered it right. They deserved to know what had happened.
“..M-mom..?”
Jayy whipped his head180° and looked at the boy on the bed. His heartbroken expression made something in Jayy’s body stir. Just as the door to the examination room opened Dahvie moved up the bed just slightly. That should have been the alarm, but Jayy didn’t really note the small sign of fright. The door opened. The woman with the long chestnut brown hair cascading down her back, deep brown eyes and a slim face immediately ran over the length of the room and hugged her baby tightly. While being suffocated, Dahvie looked over his mothers shoulder at Jayy. The Shutcall could sense the slight fear in his hazel eyes. He had to grasp the plastic char he was sitting on tightly, as to not interfere with the situation. The moment his mother let him go, Dahvie scooted longer up the bed. His mother didn't seem to notice, she just held his cheeks in her hands, sobbing slightly as she looked in to her son’s eyes.
She let go and made room between her son and herself. Jayy stood up soundless. He knew the next part, and he knew that if he wanted to keep his promise to Dahvie he couldn't let it happen. Jayy scrunched his eyes at the silent man in the corner of the examinations room. Jayy kept his eyes on the man looking similar to the victim, as the Birth-Giver took a few more step back from the still traumatized boy. Dahvie imerdialy crawled upward again, the fear and shame was pretty clear on his face, to Jayy it was anyway. The Shutcall unconsciously took a step towards the bed, the angry and disappointed expression on the fathers face made a shiver run down the older teens back. He really didn’t like that face, at all. Never had, never would.
Suddenly the anger took control of the older male. He nearly stormed towards the bed, Dahvie had no time to react and the force from the older male nearly knocked him backwards. The older male gripped onto the younger teens arms and shook him violently.
“ Who did this huh?! Who the fuck did this to my boy?!”
The Birth-Giver was clearly chocked by her husbands reaction to the situation but made an attempt to get between them. The Shutcall was faster than her though. He quickly darted in-between the bed and the angry man. Once in place Jayy “gently” pushed the Father of the victim a few feet back, where his loving wife held him.
“You’re fucking scaring him! Fucking look at him!”
Jayy gestured behind him at the frightened teen behind him. Dahvie was shaking badly and silence tears rushed down his face. Realization flashed over the older mans face. There was not a doubt in Jayy’s mind, the guy was pissed at the attackers and worried about his son, but non the less did his actions made Jayy’s blood boil. Dahvie’s dad stuttered some kind of apology and stepped closer to his son. Jayy quickly stepped sideways so that his tall figure build a wall between him and the boy on the bed. He, as the only one apparently had heard the other teens gasp of horror. The Shutcall’s face was fierce, he would not back down and he was getting really tired of these peoples ignorance regarding the other teens feeling of security.
“I get that you wanna be near him, hug him or what the fuck ever. But Dahvie was scared for life this afternoon. He needspeace, he doesn’t need to be scared even more by your goddamn yelling. He was raped, by men. He’s not gonna trust you or your woman’s touch for the next while, so back the fuck off!”
The slightly shorter man was slightly intimidated by the younger males snaring. As a reflex he stepped back, right in to his wife’s arms. Silently the comforted each other, looking at their broken son on that bed.
Jayy was slightly worried that this situation would be awkward as soon as his anger had warded off, by his worries was short-lived as the door opened op and the nurse who had examined Dahvie while he was still unconscious walked into the tension-filled room. In her hands she carried a small board with, what Jayy would guess was the other teens results on the rape-kit. All eyes was on her when she began talking.
“ I bring good news. Mr. Torres’s body had been under a lot of stress as a result of the rape, but his test results came back negative for any STD’s. There is no further damage besides the small head injuries and bruises on his body. Mr. Torres is ready to go home, there is no more we can do for him, but he cannot suffer anymore stress and the hospital do request that he will seek professional help after this tragic and traumatizing episode. All i need is a signature on this release form and he is ready to go home.”
The nurse took a step towards the couple and held out the small board with a pen attracted to the top of it. While Dahvie’s father signed the form, his mother looked at Jayy almost pleading. It seemed that she had seen the panicked glances Dahvie had sent his way and the relief expression on her sons face when Jayy had stepped in between her husband and herself. His father stepped back from the nurse and looked back at his son.
“Its time to go ho-“
“I need to stay with him.”
