Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 21:52:31 +0000
From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com>
Subject: Accidents will Happen - Chapter 32

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Accidents will Happen

Chapter 32

I watched Dylan and Jimmy talking through the window of Dylan's room.  What
I was about to do to Jimmy made my heart heavy, I knew he would get in to
some serious trouble with his family when they found out but I'd made my
decision.  Dylan was the love of my life and someone had tried to kill him,
and that someone I suspected was the same person who had given Jimmy the
beating.  If Jimmy had problems then they were about to get a hundred times
worse but we would support him, I would support him.

"Do you have officer Sharp's number Jane?" I asked.

"Yeah I have his card in my bag here somewhere.  Do you really think that
Jimmy or his family is involved in Dylan's accident Dan?"

"I'm near as damn sure Jane, all the pieces add up we just need the Police
to go visit them and give them some tough justice."

I took the card from Jane and entered officer Sharp's number in to my
phone.  It rang twice before he picked up.

"Sharp" he said tersely.

"Sharp, it's Dan Thomson."

"Hey Dan is everything ok, I only left there an hour ago?"

"Yeah I know Sharp but you remember the kid who ran into us as you were
leaving, well he's the Jimmy kid that Dylan was talking about.  He came to
the hospital because his brother told him the Dylan was dead."

"Why would his brother think that?" Sharp asked.

"Well seemingly Jimmy's brother knew that Dylan had been involved in an
accident and told Jimmy he was dead."

"But we haven't released any info on the accident at all, not who was
involved or even the fact that there was an accident."

"Exactly? and Sharp, Jimmy has a pair of real beauty black eyes that his
brother gave him too for being a fag."

 "Jesus, I'm on my way back Dan, don't let Jimmy leave before I get there I
need to talk to him seriously."

I hung up and looked at Jane, "He's on his way back, I hope I haven't made
this worse than it is already."

"Dan you have done the right thing, if anything hopefully Jimmy will get
some protection from his brutal family this way."

"I hope you're right Jane, I really do.  I need to get some air I'll be
back in a while.  If Dylan asks for me just let him know where I've gone."

"Ok Dan." Jane replied.  She gently touched my arm and looked me directly
in to my eyes, "Don't beat yourself up over this Dan, you had to do what
you did."

I nodded slowly in reply and walked away not looking back as I headed
towards the elevators.

A short time later I was back in the Emergency Department where all of this
had started.  It had been just a day since Dylan had been rushed in to my
ER and the memory made me shiver and the hair on my arms stood on end.

I shook myself out of the daze and headed outside.  It was still bitterly
cold and several inches of snow was still on the ground from the storm but
I needed some peace and quiet to think and some fresh air to clear my head.
I was extremely worried that my actions had put Jimmy's safety at risk and
I wanted to catch Officer Sharp before he went up to Dylan's room to get
some assurance from him that the Police would look after Jimmy.

I wandered around the car park, pacing up and down like an expectant father
waiting for news on the arrival of his child.

"Dan Thomson???" a voice asked from my left.  I hadn't heard anyone
approach and looked up for the voice.

"Yeah that's me, who are you?  Sorry do I know you?" I asked.  Stood before
me was a young looking guy, around his early twenties, tall and well-built
but scruffy and unkempt.  As I looked at him he seemed familiar but I
couldn't place him.

"No you don't know me but you will very soon." He said with a sneer in his
voice that made me take a step back from him.  I suddenly felt concerned
for my safety, not scared or afraid but worried.

"I'm not sure who you are or what you want but I'm sorry I don't have time
to talk to you right now I have patients to tend to" I said trying to sound
as authoritative and calm as I could.  I was around 30 metres from the
entrance to the emergency department but it suddenly felt like a mile.  I
walked towards the entrance and as I went to walk past a hand pushed hard
against my chest.

"I don't think so fag, I think you and I have some business to finish."

My blood ran cold as I suddenly understood why his face looked familiar to
me, he looked like an older version of Jimmy.  My concern turned to fear as
I tried to push the hand off my chest.

"I have nothing to say to you or to discuss with you so I suggest you
leave" I replied looking my assailant directly in the eyes.

"That's ok I didn't want to talk to you much anyway" he replied as he
removed his hand from my chest.  I breathed a sigh of relief and went to
push past him.

I didn't see his fist until it was too late; it connected with side of my
face knocking me completely off my feet.  I hit the ground hard my back
slamming up against the side wall of the hospital.  As I landed he followed
his punch with a kick and a stamp to my stomach and ribs.  I knew I was in
trouble and if I didn't get away the likelihood of me being seriously
injured was extremely high.

"Join your fag boyfriend in hell fucking queer" he shouted at me, his voice
full of hate.

I curled myself up and tried to protect my head with my arms as another
barrage of kicks and stamps flew in to my body which was now screaming with
pain. I tried to keep focused but the light was dimming and my peripheral
vision was darkening and closing in.  I was close to losing consciousness
and I knew if I did that I might not ever regain it.

I tried to call out for help but my voice had disappeared.

"There's no one here to help you fag, just me and you and you're gonna
fucking pay for letting your fag boyfriend turn my brother in to a fag."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said in no more than a whisper.

Jimmy's brother briefly stopped and leaned down to me and hissed in my ear,
"What did you say fag??"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I repeated slowly wiping my now
bloody face after his kicks had broken through my protection.

"What the fuck am I talking about?? I am talking about your fucking queer
dead boyfriend turning my little brother in to a fag.  He was a normal
fucking 15 year old kid until your fucking dirty filthy homo boyfriend got
his hands on him.  He fucking turned him in to a queer.  But don't worry
when he comes out from the hospital I'm gonna beat Jimmy straight.  He
won't be queer for long, not when I've finished with him.  But don't you
worry your pretty little head about it Doctor cos you see you aint gonna be
around to see it, I'm gonna finish you off right now."

Jimmy's brother punched me in the head before getting up and starting a
full on assault with his feet, kicking me like I was a football.  I felt
the energy start to leave my body and knew that this was it as I closed my
eyes.  I opened them slowly one last time as raised voices and screams
delayed my slip in to unconsciousness. Something else was going on around
me but I didn't have the energy to focus as I closed my eyes again and let
the darkness take hold.  "I'm sorry Dylan, so sorry" I whispered to myself
as I passed out.



"Dan, Dan?. Dan can you hear me?" I heard from my subconscious.  "Come on
Dan open your eyes for me.  That's it come on open them, look at me Dan,
focus on my face Dan.  Do you know who I am?"

I slowly opened my eyes, the face before me blurred and in slow motion.  I
blinked and tried to focus on the face in front of me.  I started to take
deeper breaths trying to get air into my lungs and to my brain.  I winced
as I realized trying to breathe was a painful experience.

"That's it Dan focus on me, look at me Dan."

I started to regain my bearings and my vision started to sharpen.  I could
now see the face in front of me more clearly and recognized it.

"Hey you bring that trolley over here and go and get some help quickly" the
voice said firmly.

I focused some more and now knew the face in front of me it was Officer
Sharp.  As I started to become more aware of my surroundings I heard the
distant wail of sirens approaching.

"Are you with me Dan?  Can you hear and see me ok?"  Officer Sharp asked
his face consumed with worry and concern.  I nodded gently, every movement
feeling like red hot pokers.  "Thank fuck for that, I thought I'd lost you
there for a minute."

As I laid there I felt the cold of the ground I was laying on pierce my
body and cool me to my very core.  I started to shiver uncontrollably.  At
that point I was surrounded by a massive group of doctors and nurses.

"Jesus Dan, what the hell happened?" asked a voice that I recognized it was
Roger Stevens.  "Right team get a neck brace on him please and let's get
him on to a spinal board just in case."

"Roger I'm fine" I said hoarsely, "Just help me up and I can walk in."

"Not a chance Dan, not a chance in hell, we need to get you inside and
check you first, you know the drill."

I gave up arguing and looked for Officer Sharp.  As I caught his eye six or
seven police cars hurtled in to the hospital car park, lights flashing and
sirens screaming.

"Sharp" I cried out softly.

"Hey Dan" he said softly.  "Welcome back."

"Sharp what the hell just happened??"

"Dan, you need to stop moving around please, we need to get this neck brace
on you and get you on this board" Roger intervened.

"I'll tell you when you get all checked out but in the mean I have some
work to do with this scumbag down here" he said pointing at a person face
down on the ground.

"Is he dead?" I asked

"No, he didn't take to kindly to my taser though and when he went down he
hit his head hard on the ground and knocked himself out.  We'll deal with
him after we've sorted you out.  But you're lucky when I got here he was
giving you a right pasting."

"Ok guys we have him secure let's get Dan to the ER and get him checked
out" Roger said as they wheeled me away.