"Oh? Alright, then. Well, I'll bring you up a pillow, then," Coby promised. "I'm goingnto head on home. Call if anything interesting happens." He smiled and gently tapped her shoulder before turning out of the room.
The nurses had started up fluids and chatting to each other about how he'd probably some blood. The doctor nodded in agreement as he clipped a few stitches.
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“Thank you Coby. Have a good night.” She told him with a soft nod. He was kind, she was glad to have him on her team.
The longer she watched the more impatient she grew. Bryan knew things the other family members would never be able to tell.
A few minutes later– or hours– they finished. They had hooked him up to many machines and given him a few IVs before leaving. The boy had been given medications for pain and sleep, so he was nodding off by the time he and the detective were alone.
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Eleanor groaned as she curled up into a bedside chair. She was a little exhausted. The work of that day was just too much. She stared st the boy, humming softly to herself.
(Did you want to skip?)
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(Yeup!)
(To when he wakes up?)
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(I like it to there. That would be best)
(Okay! I'll start.)
It was a few days later. The doctor– Doctor M. Reri– believed Bryan had suffered a concussion and was in a vegetative state. Though, those few days later, Elenore got a call that the boy was awake. When she arrived in his room, he was still hooked up to the eerie-looking machines, one of which was beeping gently in the background. The boy was eating a small cup of applesauce, his gray eyes wide. His hair was washed and was a floaty, thin blond around his head.
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Eleanor stared at him, wondering how responsive he was going to be. “How do you feel?” She asked the boy upon arriving, sitting down on a bedside chair. “I’m Eleanor.”
The boy turned to look at her, his eyes sunken in haughtily. He looked very upset, but also very dull in the eye, as if he didn't want to be there.
"I feel terrible. Why did you let me live?"
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She leaned back, raising an eyebrow at his words. “Life is a valuable thing. I wouldn’t want to lose it.” She replied, studying his face. He responded to her, so maybe he was a little more there than the doctor had thought.
"I would," Bryan said dully, looking down at his lap. "Surely you would know how much pain I would be in, Elenore." He glanced back up at her, his eyes rounded even more, though they somehow looked duller.
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“Of course I don’t.” She replied flatly, looking at him with a kind expression. “I haven’t gone through anything of the sort. But, I can imagine what you’re going through.” She said softly, looking down. “I’m sorry Bryan. I’m trying all I can to bring the people who did this to justice.”
"Why bother?" Bryan asked with a sigh. "They already did their job. They already got what they wanted and stole everything from me." He picked up his spoon to continue eating with a deep sigh.
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She was only slightly shocked. She had met broken clients more often than not, but this poor kid had lost everything including the want for justice. “You don’t want them to get what they deserve?” She asked softly. It was rather hard to get answers from someone who just didn’t care. It was harder than getting those crazed with a list for justice to answer.
"No," The boy said dully. "There'd be no point. None at all. They'd be in prison, but they all would be smiling that they were able to do away three of the best people ever; my mom, dad, and grandmother."
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Eleanor closed her eyes, shaking her head. She knew she was being unprofessional here, so she corrected herself. “Well, I do. It’ll be safer for you and others if they’re in prison. I’m not about to give up.” She stated, rubbing her face. She had stayed up late filing paperwork and working on their latest case. She was exhausted.
"It's safer for other people if they are dead. But what good will that do?" His voice was heavy and dead again, instead of the somewhat emotional tone he held in it. He went back to staring at his applesauce, hardly eating it.
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“It will keep others from dying. I’ve dedicated my entire life to that, Bryan. I’m not going to change your mind about it, but I do ask for you to try and see my side.” She flashed him a kind smile. “I want us to get along.”
Bryan didn't look up at her. He kept he head dipped heavily with his mouth half-open. "Right, I think we'll be fine," He mumbled, shaking his head slowly. "I'm just saying there is no point of putting them in jail."
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“Maybe they’ll feel regret. You never know, Bryan.” She told him softly,. “And even if they’re happy about it, we’ll make sure they don’t get to feel it for too long.”
Bryan shook his head slowly again. "No, I do know. They don't feel anything like that. They're not afraid of you. They're not afraid of prison. They'll just break out if they have unfinished business, which they do. Me. They didn't kill me."
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“They won’t get to you. I promise that on my life.” She said, completely serious. “I pledge my life to the safety of the people in this town. You won’t be touched by them again.”
Bryan moved slightly on the bed, glancing up at her, then back down. "I'll hold that to you, then…" He scooped some of the sauce on his lap into his mouth in a burst of hunger.
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She nodded curtly, sitting a little awkwardly. She might have been a professional but she was still young. “Is there anything you need?”
"No, I'm fine," The boy mumbled over his spoon, scooping the liquidy sauce out of his cup. He would probably want more applesauce. He liked applesauce.
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“Feel free to ask for me whenever you need something.” Her demeanor had changed from a cold detective to a warm protecting figure. It didn’t fit her cold blue eyes.
"I will," Bryan said softly, finishing off his cup and setting it up on the little table that was pulled up for him. He laid back with a wince, moving one of his IVs around carefully before relaxing.
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Eleanor watched him catefully. She had hoped she could get answers out of him. But she was afraid of upsetting him. “Can I ask you a question?” She said softly once he had finished.
