"I gotta take you to a hospital, Ry."

"No please don't, Bren," Ryan pleads. "They'll call my dad if I go there. He'll know that I left and he'll probably hurt me more."

"Do you want me to get my mom then? She can help."

"I don't know... I don't really want anyone else to know." As of now, Brendon is the only one that knows about Ryan's dad, and that's only because he was there once when it happened. He promised not to tell anyone, but as it keeps getting worse he's finding that promise getting harder to keep.

"Please Ry, let her help. I don't know what to do about this. I'll make her promise not to say anything." His voice cracks as he's saying this, and he can feel tears building in the back of his eyes. He hates seeing Ryan hurt, he's usually able to keep his composure, but it's different now.

Ryan hears Brendon's voice crack and starts to feel bad. "Okay," he says. "Go get her." Brendon leaves and Ryan stays sitting on the bed wondering if this was a good idea. Sure he needed the help, but he wasn't entirely sure that Mrs. Urie wouldn't tell anyone. Then again, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if she said something. His dad would most likely be arrested and Ryan could just stay with Brendon.

Brendon walks back into his room with his mother by his side. She looks tired at first, but it turned to an energetic and wide awake look as soon as she saw Ryan. "Oh goodness," She says, rushing over to Ryan. "Okay let's get you cleaned up." Brendons mother is a nurse, so she knows what to do and has everything she needs to do it.

She cleans the cut so that it doesn't get infected and wraps a bandage around it. "Okay," She says. "You should be good, just be careful. Try not to put too much pressure on your chest."

"Okay, thank you."

"No problem sweetie. Now you two go to sleep." She leaves the room and Brendon and Ryan lay down next to each other. "You okay?" Brendon asks. Ryan nods. "Okay, goodnight Ry."

"Night Bren."