"Take him into intensive care immediatley!"

"I thought the boy didn't get shot?"

"No but he's got serious injuries, wounds that need stitching, we think he's been drugged. He needs help right away Chris, what are you waiting for?"

Trying to keep myself under control, I nodded and sprinted down the hall. Rushing down the stairs to the intensive care unit, I barged through the doors. I didn't look at any other patients, I knew I just needed to get to the boy.

"Dr Fell?" I called her. "Where is he?"

"He's in the x-ray room," she replied as she filled in a form. "When he gets our you're gonna have to go stitch him up,"

"Right, give me details?"

"13 years old, his name's Gabriel Storm. Deep cuts over his inner thighs, bruises covering most of his body, he doesn't react well to light. Police investigating the house found chains in the basement, blood on the floor, the blood matches the boys. They think he was kept in the basement,"

"Oh my God,"

"We're also going to run a rape assessment,"

"What? Who the hell raped him?!"

"His Dad," she sighed. "Look Chris we don't have time for this,"

"That's fucking sick!" I cried. "So this poor innocent boy gets beaten and raped by the man he's supposed to look up to? Do you know what I'd do to be able to have a kid? Fucking anything! That man doesn't deserve that little boy,"

"Right well go help him," she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards the x-ray room. "Just wait here and stay calm. You can't help out the kid if you're freaked out like this,"

"Ok," I brushed the hair from my eyes and took in a deep breath. "Ok,"

The door opened and 3 more doctors rushed off, a gurny being pushed by one of them. And on the gurny, was a young boy.

Gabriel.

He was..goodlooking. More so than most 13 year old boys. He was unhealthily skinny yet his body seemed perfect and his eyes were barely open. They were green. He had bruises covering his body. In nothing but a pair of black boxers, his cuts were exposed.

All I wanted to do was help him.

***

He was sleeping. Unconscious. Eyes were closed, he was probably dreaming. The evidence was clear enough, he'd been raped. STD results were going to come through in a few hours but he wasn't showing any symptons. He was just scared.

Stitches were done. It didn't take too long. He had scars from previous events obviously, His Dad really hurt him. Some scars were so big. Most of them were on his chest, his arms, his back and inner thighs.

It was disgusting.

Now I was just kind of sat there, in his room. I just felt sorry for the kid, I felt his pain. I'd never, ever been abused. I'd had a happy childhood, but I always felt strongly about this kind of stuff. I liked to see kids hpapy, I just loved kids in general. And when I found out that parents abused their children, it sickened me.

I'd seen a few abuse cases. None of them had been as bad as this though. I'd never met a boy who had actually been raped by his own Father. That, along with any other form of abuse was just disgusting.

"You've been here for an hour," Dr Ross murmured as he walked inside. "Don't you have more pateints to go?"

"My shift ended," I said quietly. "Have you seen this kid's file?"

"Yeah, it's pretty disgusting."

"Raped," I muttered. "By his own Dad. How sick is that? How fucking..sick is that?"

"It's not human," Dr Ross agreed. "But you are. And you need your sleep so you can be as strong tomorrow,"

"I think I'm gonna stay," I sighed. "Do you know what's gonna happen to him?"

"The kid? Probably get put in an adoption agency or something,"

"Well..that's good,"

"Is it?" Dr Ross pulled out a seat and shook his head. "When I brought this kid in, he was hysterical. He was screaming and kicking and punching and overall scared. He's terrified. Who's gonna take someone like that in? Who's gonna work with a scared little boy with ptsd? Who's been raped? Who needs constant care and affection? People will feel bad for him, of course they will. But I've seen things like this before. Nothing happens,"

Dr Ross stood up from the chair, and without another word he walked out of the room. Looking back to Gabriel, I noticed he was whimpering a little bit.

"Gabriel," i whispered and leaned forwards. I placed my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it lightly. I didn't want to wake him. "Gabe, it's ok. It's ok,"

And shortly after, he stopped whimpering.

***

"He's awake?"

"Yes he is," Dr Ross replied. "I thought you'd be glad to know so I came to find you as soon as I heard,"

"Is anyone here to see him?"

"No. No family's been contacted. We're not even sure if he has any,"

"That's horrible," I sighed. "Maybe I could go see him? Check if he's alright?"

"Guess you could," he murmured. "Just don't be surprised if he tries to kill you. Other doctors said he was more or less feral,"

"He's just scared," I mumbled. "They can't judge if they don't know what he's gone through,"

***

"Gabriel?"

"His name isn't Gabriel," one of the nurses said as I walked into the room. "Well, it is but that's not what he thinks. We were operating on the Father, removing the bullet, and he kept saying that his sons name wasn't Gabriel. It's Hunter,"

"But on the records and-"

"He changed it. Not legally, but I think it's easier just to call him Hunter if it's what he knows. Do you need the room?"

"Er yeah I do,"

"I'll be out your way then," she smiled as she walked out.

Once the door closed, I looked over to Gabr..Hunter. He was sat up, probably something which he shouldn't be doing, and he had his legs pulled up to his chest. His arms were wrapped around them and his head rested on his knees. He was shaking.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Hunter?"

"No!" He screamed and litereally kicked me away from him. I fell backwards, my head banging into the wall. But I recovered quickly and turned back round.

"Hunter, it's ok!" I cried, reaching out for him again.

He slapped my hand away, pushing himself backwards. "Fuck off! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!"

"Hunter," i took a step back and held my arms up. "I'm not going to hurt you, ok? I promise, I promise you that I wont hurt you."

Taking a deep breath, I took a step forwards.

"I wont hurt you,"

Another step.

"I wont hurt you,"

Another step.

"I wont hurt you Hunter, you're safe."

And as I reached him, his whole body language changed. Suddenly, he didn't look up at me with the terrified eyes. He looked up at me with normal eyes. And then they watered, tears beginning to fall. He scratched at his hands, biting his fingernails, kicking the bed.

He whimpered. "Want Mommy,"

"Hunter," I sighed as I knealed down. "Your Mommy isn't here now. Neither is your Dad,"

"Dad?" His head snapped up and the terrified eyes returned. "Want Dad! Want Dad, want Dad!"

"Hunter it's ok," I repeated in the calmest tone I could handle. "Dad isn't here. You're safe now,"

"Want Daddy!"

It was weird. I mean, the kid was abused and raped his his Father and now was screaming for him. I guess it was kinda normal in a way though? There were no records of him at school, only a few months in nursrey. He didn't know the outside world, didn't know anything other than his parents. He needed them for stability. He needed them to go on because that was the only way he knew.

"My name's Chris," I said quietly.

"Daddy,"

The way he looked at me, it was like he thought I...I was his Dad.

"I'm not your Dad," I whispered. "I'm Chris. Can you say that?"

"Daddy," he whimpered and reached out for me. "Daddy!" His little fingers grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me close. He literally wrapped his whole body around me. Legs around my waist, arms around my back. He held himself close to me, crying, whimpering, shaking.

"It's ok Hunter," I murmured; hesitating before hugging him back. "It's ok,"

***

I came to see Hunter everyday for the next 2 weeks. Luckily the STD results had came back negative, all he'd needed was a blood transfusion and some stitches. They'd kept him in a childrens ward, got him seeing a therapist, not that it helped. He didn't talk. He only swore when someone came up to him, apart from me. He called me Dad sometimes, he was confusing me with the man who hurt him.

Speaking of the man who hurt him, I was on my way to see him. I needed to talk to him. It was none of my buisness, but I'd just grown attatched to Hunter. We had fun almost. Every time my shift ended, I came to see him. He didn't talk much, just listened as I spoke to him.

I gave him a rubix cube which at first he was pretty scared of. Then I explained what to do, and he tried his hardest. It was quite cute. He sat cross legged in the corner of the room, getting frustrated and angry when he couldn't do it.

He always sat in the corner.It was like he felt safe there. At night when I checked on him, I'd sometimes have to carry him back into bed because he'd went off and slept in the corner.

We'd had specialists come into see him.  They tried to see how his mind worked, how he communicated with people. They realized that he knew an awful lot of swear words, and said them when he was scared or angry. They also noticed that he couldn't read or write or even speak properly. When you spoke to him, you had to speak slowly. He just couldn't understand.

"Dr Ross? What's going on?" I called out as the alarm went off and a few Doctor's ran past me.

"John Storm just got out, we have no idea how but we need to get full security here right now!"

I lost a breath. "What if he goes looking for Hunter?"

"I've just sent some people to watch him,"

"Can I go?"

"Yeah, of-"

I ran off before he could finish.

***

The door to Hunter's room was locked. It was just me and Dr Rose in here. Hunter was a little scared around her, hell he was still scared around me. But he hadn't called me Dad, he knew I wasn't him.

"Your bruises are healing," I whispered. My voice was a little croaked up, I guess I was in shock. I didn't want John to find Hunter. I didn't want him to get hurt again.

Hunter looked up at me but didn't reply. He was too busy playing on his rubix cube. I don't think he really understood what to do, I think he just enjoyed having a distraction.

"You're really good with him," Rose smiled. "Really good. All of the other doctors, he's pretty much attacked them all. Even me. But you..you're good,"

"I like the kid," I shrugged. "I want him to be safe. I want him to be secure. And, I dunno. I just don't wanna see him hurt,"

"You know he's leaving tomorrow, right?"

"Right," I sighed. "Going to a foster family, isn't he?"

"No, an adoption agency. Hell, he'd be better off with you,"

I chuckled. "Ha, I wish. That'd be good, wouldn't it, Hunter? Coming to live with your best buddy, Chris?"

He didn't look up, or show any sign that he heard me. He just continued playing on the rubix cube.

"No I'd happily let him stay with me," I admitted. "I really like this kid. He doesn't talk much, but I really like him. I wanna help him. I wanna see him smile. Maybe I'll go visit him in the adoption agency,"

"I just hope he doesn't get put into a bad family,"

I raised an eye-brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, a lot of foster families aren't nice. They're just as abusive,"

"Don't talk like that," I mumbled. "He'll be with a nice family. I'll make sure of it. Hell, I'll foster him if I have to."

"Are you even a foster parent?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I was a few years back. My fiancee..she had a miscarriage. We broke up after that and ever since I've been wanting to give a little kid all the love I had in stock for my baby. So I filled out forms, did all the boring stuff, and then I got a little baby girl for 6 months while her Mom was in rehab. She was called Jane, was really cute."

"So if you're a legal foster parent, then what's stopping you from adopting Hunter?"

I was about to think about why not, but then I heard a small voice from the side of me.

"Chris?"

Turning my head, I looked at Hunter. He had a nervous look in his eyes as he held his hand out to me. In his hand, was the rubix cube. It was completed. All sides were one color, and I felt the sourt of pride that a parent would feel for the child when they accomplished something.

That's when I decided, I would help this kid. I would make him smile.

***

(AN) Awh, superfxking awh! that made me smile, like a lot>.< oh and boys and girls, don't think i'm abandoning my other stories. i just haven't been in the mood for writing them lately, so i wrote this and awh my poor baby hunter, I just wanna kiss him all over.

chris is lovely |:

like, chris would the best dad. foster dad. whatever. and hunter would be the best boyfriend, husband, or sex toy. no, that's no funny. he was raped, so until he recovers we no touchy no matter how much we want. kapeeshe? hehehehe, good. nobody's hurting my baby.

anywhore, i'm talking to thomas so ima go off now bitches! have a nice life, day, night, whatever. eat a mars bar if you're too skinny and get some meat on you, unless you're a vegetarian..cough cough, i am<3

there's quite a few chapters left, don't worry. kat comes into it, there's a huuuge bit about her and her dad and saddness and shit. but not yet.

anyhoe, here we go, night night my lovelies<3