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Quickly the two men were lead down the dimly lit corridor.
“Please,” the short, fat woman began, “don’t stay for too long. She is still healing and suffers much pain.”
Drew’s gaze snapped from the bare walls to the nurse.
“Hasn’t she been given painkillers?” he asked not bothering to hide his anger.
“Yes, yes, sir the young woman has-”
“Her name is Avi,” Andrew corrected seriously, “call her by that, and only that, please.”
“Yes, sir.” the nurse said absently, “My apologies.”
Both men snorted with disgust. The small woman either did not notice or did not care.
“This is the young woman’s room.” She guided them into room number 608.
Drew and Andrew didn’t bother to thank her. Quickly they entered.
Avi was sleeping soundly as the moment. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath she took. The blankets covering her were tangled around her legs as if she were thrashing around in her sleep. She began to stir.
“Avi?” Drew said softly, taking her hand.
“Make it go away,” she moaned, “please, it wasn’t my fault.”
Andrew strode to the other side of her bed.
“Avi? Hey its me, Andrew.” He didn’t touch her. He was afraid he would cause more physical pain to his dear friend.
“Make it stop Andrew,” she sobbed, squirming in agony, “I’ll do anything!”
Drew glanced at him. He let go of her hand and pulled a chair up for himself.
“Avi, listen to me.” Drew insisted.
Avi stopped squirming and opened her eyes. She gazed around the room, her eyes resting on Andrew for a moment, but finally settling on Drew.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she sobbed as she clutched her neck, “He hurt me. He tried to- tried to rape me! I was so scared…” She broke down in hysterical tears.
“I know,” Drew said, “we’ve come to help you in any means possible. Once you get out of the hospital-”
“I’M IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL?!”
“-We’ll take you to our apartment. There you will sleep, heal, whatever. You’ll stay as long as we see fit, which may be for a very long time. Do you understand?”
Avi stared at him blankly. Her head was spinning and she could feel her stomach lurch dangerously.
“Drew, she’s too drugged. She wont remember what you just said until they’ve taken those-” Andrew indicated toward the tubes with clear liquid connected to Avi’s arm, “-are taken out.”
Drew an Andrew were newlyweds. They lived in the “rich” part of town, as Avi called it. They had met in collage and instantly fell for one another. For three years the men dated. While they were vacationing in New York, Drew proposed to Andrew just as snow began to fall outside their cozy hotel room.
Her father dragged Avi to their wedding. He was a very good friend of Drew’s family and insisted she meet Drew. Although Drew and Andrew were nearly ten years older than her, they instantly clicked. Ever since then they’ve stayed close friends.

Andrew had been the one to get the phone call about Avi. He had taken Drew’s cell phone accidentally as he rushed out the door, late to work once again. He was heading out of the office for lunch when the hospital called, telling them a truck had hit Avi. She was fleeing her home and hadn’t looked to see if any cars were coming. Fortunately the driver had been able to slow down slightly before the impact, which saved her life. She was thrown into a telephone pole, cracking her skull open, and twisted her leg so that it broke, with her jagged bone piercing through the skin. As the ambulance pulled up, she had lost so much blood they did not know whether she was going to live or die.
As they drove back to the hospital, Avi was revived and only told them Drew’s cells number, demanding he be notified that she was in trouble.
Andrew had of course called Drew as soon as possible. They agreed to meet at the hospital and decide where to go from there.
“Andrew,” Drew said softly, “I believe it’s time to go home now.” He turned to Avi, “I’m sorry. We’d better let you get some sleep. I don’t think we’ve come at the best time.”
“Please don’t leave. I have no one else now.” Avi whispered. Tears welled up in her eyes but she held back the sobs.
“We’ll be back,” Andrew said with a smile, “I promise.”
He tucked some stray hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead.
“Too bad you’re queer,” Avi remarked as her eyes began to droop closed, “You’d make an awesome boyfriend.”
Both men laughed, walking toward the door. “Sorry Avi, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” Drew said, grinning at Andrew.
“’Bye guys.” Avi said, closing her eyes, “See you in dreamland.”

Description
Quickly the two men were lead down the dimly lit corridor.
“Please,” the short, fat woman began, “don’t stay for too long. She is still healing and suffers much pain.”
Drew’s gaze snapped from the bare walls to the nurse.
“Hasn’t she been given painkillers?” he asked not bothering to hide his anger.
“Yes, yes, sir the young woman has-”
“Her name is Avi,” Andrew corrected seriously, “call her by that, and only that, please.”
“Yes, sir.” the nurse said absently, “My apologies.”
Both men snorted with disgust. The small woman either did not notice or did not care.
“This is the young woman’s room.” She guided them into room number 608.
Drew and Andrew didn’t bother to thank her. Quickly they entered.
Avi was sleeping soundly as the moment. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath she took. The blankets covering her were tangled around her legs as if she were thrashing around in her sleep. She began to stir.
“Avi?” Drew said softly, taking her hand.
“Make it go away,” she moaned, “please, it wasn’t my fault.”
Andrew strode to the other side of her bed.
“Avi? Hey its me, Andrew.” He didn’t touch her. He was afraid he would cause more physical pain to his dear friend.
“Make it stop Andrew,” she sobbed, squirming in agony, “I’ll do anything!”
Drew glanced at him. He let go of her hand and pulled a chair up for himself.
“Avi, listen to me.” Drew insisted.
Avi stopped squirming and opened her eyes. She gazed around the room, her eyes resting on Andrew for a moment, but finally settling on Drew.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she sobbed as she clutched her neck, “He hurt me. He tried to- tried to rape me! I was so scared…” She broke down in hysterical tears.
“I know,” Drew said, “we’ve come to help you in any means possible. Once you get out of the hospital-”
“I’M IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL?!”
“-We’ll take you to our apartment. There you will sleep, heal, whatever. You’ll stay as long as we see fit, which may be for a very long time. Do you understand?”
Avi stared at him blankly. Her head was spinning and she could feel her stomach lurch dangerously.
“Drew, she’s too drugged. She wont remember what you just said until they’ve taken those-” Andrew indicated toward the tubes with clear liquid connected to Avi’s arm, “-are taken out.”
Drew an Andrew were newlyweds. They lived in the “rich” part of town, as Avi called it. They had met in collage and instantly fell for one another. For three years the men dated. While they were vacationing in New York, Drew proposed to Andrew just as snow began to fall outside their cozy hotel room.
Her father dragged Avi to their wedding. He was a very good friend of Drew’s family and insisted she meet Drew. Although Drew and Andrew were nearly ten years older than her, they instantly clicked. Ever since then they’ve stayed close friends.

Andrew had been the one to get the phone call about Avi. He had taken Drew’s cell phone accidentally as he rushed out the door, late to work once again. He was heading out of the office for lunch when the hospital called, telling them a truck had hit Avi. She was fleeing her home and hadn’t looked to see if any cars were coming. Fortunately the driver had been able to slow down slightly before the impact, which saved her life. She was thrown into a telephone pole, cracking her skull open, and twisted her leg so that it broke, with her jagged bone piercing through the skin. As the ambulance pulled up, she had lost so much blood they did not know whether she was going to live or die.
As they drove back to the hospital, Avi was revived and only told them Drew’s cells number, demanding he be notified that she was in trouble.
Andrew had of course called Drew as soon as possible. They agreed to meet at the hospital and decide where to go from there.
“Andrew,” Drew said softly, “I believe it’s time to go home now.” He turned to Avi, “I’m sorry. We’d better let you get some sleep. I don’t think we’ve come at the best time.”
“Please don’t leave. I have no one else now.” Avi whispered. Tears welled up in her eyes but she held back the sobs.
“We’ll be back,” Andrew said with a smile, “I promise.”
He tucked some stray hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead.
“Too bad you’re queer,” Avi remarked as her eyes began to droop closed, “You’d make an awesome boyfriend.”
Both men laughed, walking toward the door. “Sorry Avi, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” Drew said, grinning at Andrew.
“’Bye guys.” Avi said, closing her eyes, “See you in dreamland.”