*Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing and contributing some snippets of this story, and PASTMASTER for his beta reading.
*All sex described in this story will be between adults, 18 or over.
*There is no sex in this Chapter.
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Chapter 7 - Recovery.
I woke up to an incessant beep, beep, beep. My vision blurry and my head throbbing. I went to grab my head and massage my temple, but my hand was held down to the side. There was something metallic holding my wrist. I looked around as my vision cleared and groaned hoarsely. I wanted water but my throat seemed to be too constricted to get out a proper sound.
"Mikey?"
I looked over to see Stephanie sitting beside me. She put the book down that she'd been reading.
"You're awake, finally."
I looked her over and saw that she still had some light discoloration around her eyes and her nose was a little red. I gestured and used hand signals, indicating I needed something to drink.
"OK, just a sec."
She got up and went over to a tray with a few Dixie cups and a pitcher of water. She poured me a cup and brought it up to my lips pouring it into my mouth carefully. I looked down to see that I was handcuffed to the bed.
After my parched throat was wet, I was able to hum and cough and clear my throat. I still couldn't talk loudly but I was able to whisper.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
She smiled saying, "Typical Mikey, always thinking of others first."
She started petting me on my hand and brushed lightly up my arm.
"I'm getting better, most of the damage was superficial. They slapped me around a lot. I fought Johnny as long as I could and he got mad and started punching me in the face," she said, introspectively. "I, I just knew you'd come for me..." she said, guiltily.
"And, Candy?"
"She's doing better, but... they hurt her. They were about to rape her, but she offered to suck them off... One of them stuck a broom handle in her and hurt her really bad. Doctors said she almost died of internal bleeding."
"Why?" I asked, trying to hold up my hands and shaking them.
"The police don't know everything that happened. But you hurt those guys - bad."
I gave her a questioning look.
"You broke Candy's 'boyfriend's' neck, he's paralyzed from the waist down. That guy that you slammed into the locker broke his collarbone. He had one concussion too many and is now in a coma. And Johnny is in traction."
"Good!" I tried to yell but only got out a hoarse gasp.
"Biff, is out on bail. Johnny is in a hospital chained to his bed like you, after his doctors release him, he will be going to jail. The judge set bail at half a million dollars and his dad didn't have enough money to post his bond. I don't know what's happened with the others."
Just then a doctor walked in, "Good, you're awake."
I bent my hands and pointed toward my throat and tried to say that my throat was sore. He just waved at me knowingly and said he'd get me some ice to suck on; it would help with the swelling, he said. He went over my various injuries. Apparently, I was stabbed in my ass (butt cheeks), and worse still I was stabbed in an artery on my leg. I lost a lot of blood but the paramedics got me to the emergency room in record time, probably saving my life, the doctor said. The biggest issue was that when my artery was stabbed, it almost caused me to lose my leg. They had to put me under to operate and then I had a bad reaction to the anesthesia which put me into a coma.
"There are some police outside waiting to question you. I'm sorry son, I tried to stop them from putting the cuffs on but there seems to be some politics going on that I'm not privy to," the doctor went on.
The doctor left after checking the chart and I heard him talking to someone outside the room. Soon after a gruff looking guy in a cheap tan suit came walking in.
He flashed a badge and said, "I'm detective Dalton."
I tried to whisper a "hi" but my throat once again wouldn't cooperate.
A nurse came in just then and felt my forehead and put an ice cube in my mouth. She looked annoyed at the police officer and asked, "Can you take these ridiculous things off? He's on so many meds right now, he couldn't run away if he tried."
The detective begrudgingly came over unlocking my restraints.
"I've got some questions for you. Off the record. Since you don't have your lawyer present, we will have a formal interview with you later. Are you willing to talk or should I come back later? I have an investigation to carry out and it would help if you told me the truth."
The nurse left me a cup of ice for me to suck on and slowly my throat started to clear.
"Off the record, yeah right," I croaked.
"Let me fill you in on a few details that I ascertained. I have been told a lot of conflicting stories about what happened. All of the kids except Candy and surprisingly her boyfriend has lawyered up. I believe your sister's story; I've been a detective now for close to 30 years and I've gotten good at spotting a liar. The thing is that she didn't see everything that happened," he said.
He started leafing through a notepad he pulled out of his coat pocket and started reading off some notes.
"Let's see, here. Ah yes. Your sister explained that she and her friend Candice AKA Candy double dated and shared a limo to the winter formal dance. They were both heading inside when your sister's date took off to talk to some friends. She was left with Candy and her date. Candy's date seemed to have left his tickets in the boy's locker room and asked Candy if she wouldn't mind coming with her to get them. Candy didn't want to go alone with him so Stephanie offered to go with them.
"I asked Candy later about why she didn't want to be left alone with her date and she said that she wanted to wait until the right time to have sex and they were constantly fighting about it. She was going to break up with him but she wanted to wait until after the dance to do it since they already rented tuxedos and a limo.
"Candy was surprised that the locker room wasn't locked up, but they got in without any problems," he said, then he looked up at me and said, "We found out later that Johnny Baxter was given a spare key the weekend before, to clean toilets in lieu of a punishment that would go on his record. The assistant coach was trying to give him a break. Johnny doesn't dispute that he made a spare key and let himself in."
"It's why he was there that's in dispute... He claims that Candy is an ex-girlfriend of his and that she wanted to hook up with him and his 'boys' and that she brought her friend with her. Anyways, he's full of shit, that kid."
I had all kinds of questions but I could barely talk so I just listened and waited for him to ask me something.
"Anyway, here is where some of the stories diverge. According to both Candy, Stephanie and Candy's date, after they went to his locker, they all stepped out into the hallway and were met by Johnny and his crew. He started making all kinds of lewd comments and when they went to get past him, he wouldn't let them by. They got scared and ran further down the hallway and were trapped inside the girl's locker room.
