𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

4. In The Hospital

November 2, 1984

Richie was woken up by his alarm going off. He began to reach for his clock but was only hit with pain from his side. He slowly opened his eyes as the door opened revealing a woman in a nurse's outfit.

"Oh, Richard, you're awake. I'll go and get the doctor." Richie cringed at the sound of his full name. However, anxiety began to rush through him. He quickly looked at his left forearm but he let out a sigh seeing a bruise was covering his tattoo.

The doctor walked in with a small, but kind, friendly smile. Then sat down on the chair by the side of the bed. Richie noticed his name tag, which read Sherman Wagner.

"Why the fuck am I here?" Richie questioned, the doctor surprised by his sudden outburst. Then he just let out a quiet sigh.

"I think you know." He simply said, then he took the pictures from his clipboard and handed them to Richie. Richie now knew that he fucked up. The pictures were of his bruises, his side that's now covered in nearly eight stitches. That was all until the doctor looked at another picture he had in his rough hands. Then let out a worried breath.

"Richard, who did this to you?" He then handed Richie the pictures. They were of his hips that had finger marks and part of his collarbone had somewhat red bruises on them. Richie quickly shoved the pictures back into the doctor's hands.

"Look no one did anything to me, I just fell."

"We both know that's not true. You can't get those kind of bruises from you falling. Now, what actually happened?"

"Okay fine, my dad just gets mad sometimes but it's fine I deserve it." The Dr. Wagner's forehead began to form lines.

"What about your mother?"

"She's most of the time drunk on the couch. It's fine, I can take care of myself I have been for years."

"Alright, but you haven't answered my question. Who gave you those bruises?"

"I don't know," Richie said, looking away from his doctor.

"Was it your father? Your mother? Did, Did someone touch you?" He questioned as if Richie was a small child, and was ready to break.

"Okay fine, you want to know so fucking much it was my mom. She was calling for my dad, but he wasn't home. He was probably hooking up with someone again I could tell that she was drunk so I went to give her some aspirin. I keep some in her room, so I went to grab some from the nightstand. She grabbed me and-" Richie noticed, that the doctor was writing stuff onto his clipboard.

"Then, she began to pull me onto her. I didn't know what to do I kept asking for her to stop. It was as if my mind was telling me to get her to stop but my body wouldn't move. But anyway um she, was just digging her hands into my hips, and uh, kissed my neck." Richie looked into the adult's eyes, his doctor could detect the pain bleeding out of his eyes.

"Did she do anything else."

"No, no. She just did that it. I really don't want to talk about it was my fault anyway. She mistakes me for my Dad sometimes when she's drunk. I should have been smarter than I was."

Doctor Wagner detecting the panic in the boys voice. "None of this is your fault. Now I'm going to go get someone, I'll be right back." He got up from his chair then walking out. After maybe five minutes he came back with a lady with a black blazer and a black skirt.