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     Chris had one of the nurses pull the curtains back so he and Lucas could see eachother. They smiled.

     "Hi Chris."

     "Hey Lucas."

     Lucas pulled himself up and saw the pain in Chris's face as he tried to do the same.

     "It's ok Chris...You don't have to."

     Chris shook his head and pressed the button to have a nurse come to the room. She came at once and helped him sit up right.

     "Please Chris..Don't try that again. You could really hurt yourself. When you're ready to lie down, call me up."

     She patted his head and walked out, closing the door. Chris looked at Lucas, about his height, skinny and very light skinned. He had green eyes and dark hair. He had bruises on his face and arms and a cast on his left leg. Lucas did the same. Chris was tan and had hazel eyes, blondish brown curls. He had bruises on his face as well and his arms. His wrists were wrapped in bandages. He had a cut lip.

     "We look like crap don't we Chris?"

     "Yea...I'm sure you look better than I do."

     "Nah...We are about the same."

     Chris smiled.

     "How old are you?", Chris said.

     "Eight...I'll be nine in two weeks. You?"

     "I'll be nine in a month...."

     "That's cool. So what happened to your wrists?"

     "I tried to kill myself."

     "That's stupid of you...Well..I don't blame you."

     "Yea..", Chris laughed. That was kind if stupid. It didn't solve anything.

     "What happened to your leg?"

     "My dad pushed me down the stairs. Douchebag...."

      They laughed and winced in pain.

      "It hurts too much..Maybe I have broken ribs too."

      "No...I heard the docs say they were just hurt. Like mine."

      They remained silent for a while. Lucas turned the tv on and put on some cartoons.

     "Why does your dad hit you Chris?"

     "I don't know....Sometimes for respect. But mostly because he doesn't want to hit my mom. So he hits me. Anything that makes him mad, I get the bad end of it I guess."

     "Doesn't your mom help?"

     "No...She hates me...And yours?"

     "My mom tries to help. But my dad is too strong for her. I can't wait for my big brother to come back from Italy....Then we'll see whose the boss."

     "Why is he in Italy?"

     "Running away from the cops. He used to be real bad but he went to Italy with our grandparents to get better. When he comes back I'm gonna live with him. Do you have anyone to live with?"

     "No...My mom never let me meet my family. She says they hate her for having a baby before marrying my dad."

     "Oh...I'm sorry. Hey! Maybe you can stay with us!"

     "I'd like that."

     "Me too."

     They talked all through the day, stopping when the Doctors came in to give them medecine or check them. The nurses brought them food, the two of them eating as if they had never eaten before. They watched television until they fell asleep, Christopher waking up every so often afraid of his father appearing out of no where.

     Morning came, bringing nurses and their doctors. Lucas's mother, Bianca, and little sister, Mia, came to see him. He introduced them to Chris. Bianca kissed Chris on the forehead.

     "Bless you, Chris..."

     "Thanks Lucas's mom..."

     Mia looked at Chris, her green eyes reminded Chris of his mother.

     "Lucas's mom?"

     "Yes?"

     "Did you see a lady with black hair and green eyes outside?"

     "No honey....I am sorry I didn't."

      He nodded and lost himself in his mind as Lucas was put on a wheelchair to go spend time with his mother and sister outside of the room. Chris waved goodbye as Lucas rolled out. He looked around and wondered why his mother didn't come. He turned on the tv for the noise. He needed someone to talk to. He felt the sadness and overwhelming lonliness return to him. He started to remember all his father's abuse. He started to cry and feel the pain all over his body as he started shaking. Why did his parents hate him so much? Why did they treat him like they did? Why did it have to happen to him? Why couldn't he have someone to protect him like Lucas did? Why...The question that resounded in his mind until he became too weak after all the crying and fell asleep.