They were in a hospital room, Kurt on the bed, Burt standing next to it with his hand atop Kurt’s. The brunet was sleeping. Not unconscious, the nurses had said - they’d given him some pills to keep him calm. Sedated him.
“He’s malnourished”, the doctor, a young man in his thirties explained, shifting trough a pile of papers. “Four cracked ribs, none broken, though, which is a good thing. His ankle is rather bad - it’s not broken but very close to that. The bone bent but not enough for it snap. It will still be extremely painful, however, and thus the cast.” He paused. “He has multiple wounds and bruises… but so far we’re convinced there are no injuries to his head, aside from the wound which we have sewn. Kurt’s actions are purely psychological, I can assure you.” Another pause, this time longer, more stagnant. “As for his rectum… The tears are bad and he lost quite a lot of blood. That has been fixed but a specialist will come and explain about it later on - he’ll have to change his diet to a completely liquid one for some time.”
Burt was silent. He didn’t really know what to say.
“You said that he’s been abused?” the doctor asked. Burt nodded his head. “The police will want his statement when he’s lucid enough… Though, seeing that he refused the rape kit, I doubt he’ll say much.”
The rape kit. Burt had to shut his eyes at the words. His son. His baby boy. Abused for years without him knowing.
They were in a hospital room, Kurt on the bed, Burt standing next to it with his hand atop Kurt’s. The brunet was sleeping. Not unconscious, the nurses had said - they’d given him some pills to keep him calm. Sedated him.
“He’s malnourished”, the doctor, a young man in his thirties explained, shifting trough a pile of papers. “Four cracked ribs, none broken, though, which is a good thing. His ankle is rather bad - it’s not broken but very close to that. The bone bent but not enough for it snap. It will still be extremely painful, however, and thus the cast.” He paused. “He has multiple wounds and bruises… but so far we’re convinced there are no injuries to his head, aside from the wound which we have sewn. Kurt’s actions are purely psychological, I can assure you.” Another pause, this time longer, more stagnant. “As for his rectum… The tears are bad and he lost quite a lot of blood. That has been fixed but a specialist will come and explain about it later on - he’ll have to change his diet to a completely liquid one for some time.”
Burt was silent. He didn’t really know what to say.
“You said that he’s been abused?” the doctor asked. Burt nodded his head. “The police will want his statement when he’s lucid enough… Though, seeing that he refused the rape kit, I doubt he’ll say much.”
The rape kit. Burt had to shut his eyes at the words. His son. His baby boy. Abused for years without him knowing.
Why had he given up so easily?
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