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𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦
"Back at work again" Aneysa sighs with her sleepy eyes, holding two iced coffee's. One for Neteyam and one for herself, as she's walking along with Jamie.
"Neteyam already had a patient he's dealing with at the moment" Jamie replies, before taking a sip from his own coffee.
"Someone he knows?" Aneysa asks.
Jamie nods, "his name is Ao'nung."
"Ao'nung?!" Aneysa says in much shock.
Jamie nods, "what? Do you know him?"
"Hold my coffee's" she hands the coffee's to Jamie and runs off.
"Guess I'll put these in Neteyam's office" he shrugs and walks off.
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"Ao'nung?" Aneysa walks into the hospital room.
Neteyam was stood, alongside Love.
"Hey" Ao'nung looked at Aneysa wish a sad smile.
"What the hell happened?" Aneysa walks forward, looking at Ao'nung in concern.
"I got a leg injury" Ao'nung tells her.
"We need to take him up for a scan, before I can decide what needs to be done" Neteyam says.
"How did this happen?" Aneysa asks.
"At the game let night" Love spoke, "they did a foul and kicked him right between the back of his knee and thigh."
"What? How did they let that happen?" Aneysa sounded slightly agitated.
"It's fine. I just.. need to check on myself" Ao'nung smiled through gritted teeth, being able to feel the bruised pain every time he moved.
"It's not fine Ao'nung. Who did this?" Aneysa asks.
Ao'nung looks at Neteyam.
"Don't look at me, she's the boss" Neteyam shrugs.
"Aneysa, it doesn't even matter anymore" Ao'nung shrugs.
"Ao'nung tell me" Aneysa says.
"Enzo" Ao'nung says, a concerned looking shooting right back at Aneysa.
Before he goes off along with another doctor, for his scan.
"Who is Enzo?" Neteyam asks.
"Davide's brother" Aneysa replies.
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"So you mean to tell me, the boy that smashed my brothers window, putting him, Lo'reya and Tsireya in danger, is back?" Neteyam asks.
"Not for long. I'm going to kill him for what he's done to Ao'nung" Aneysa replies, herself pacing back and fourth, in Neteyam's office.
"Aneysa.."
"I'm not a mother. I don't have responsibilities, for me to be cautious. What I am, however, is the same Aneysa I was when you first met me. And you know damn well, I'm not letting him get away with this" Aneysa says to Neteyam.
"I know but I think you should.. maybe let the authorities handle this? Do you really want to have a bad name on yourself?" Neteyam asks.
"What the fuck do authorities do? Do you think they'd really care about us? We're not exactly white, Caucasian's. They couldn't give a flying care in the world about what happens to us" Aneysa says, "that's why we only have ourselves to defend."
"Well, what are you planning to do?" Neteyam asks.
"I have a good friend of mine. Someone who knows just how to find a person's background in seconds" she says with a smirk.
"And who would that be?" Neteyam asks, tilting his head at her.
Aneysa only gives a smirk back, "just you wait and see."
They were abruptly interrupted, as Jamie had come barging through the door.
"Dr.Sully, you're going to want to come and see this" Jamie says, his voice sounding shaky.
"What's going on?" Aneysa asks.
Neteyam stood up and walked out, as Aneysa followed behind her.
"We have a patient. Looks about five years old" a nurse speaks, before Neteyam comes to see it in front of his own eyes.
A five year old boy, who was laid down, his body covered in bruises, along with a bloody nose.
A cut up head.
His eye swollen.
Aneysa looked at the little boy in quite shock as he sat there, not saying a word, whilst the blood was trickling down his nose.
"H-his parents?" Neteyam asks.
"No idea. We found him on the side walk" a nurse calls out, "I was making my way in and I found him stood on the side walk and bought him in with me."
"Right, we need to get him cleaned up" Neteyam gets his gloves on, whilst Aneysa stayed back, not knowing if she should help.
Usually, Neteyam would ask her but in this moment, it felt so tense, she didn't think Neteyam needed her help.
Until he turned around to look at her for a second, "you've gotta call social services. I don't.. god knows who his parents might be. Look at the state of him."
Aneysa nods and walks off.
Neteyam turns back around to feel himself to go into complete shock, as they are examining his body, only to find multiple wounds around his genital area.
No doubt, a sign of child abuse.
The question was, who exactly was he?
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"Efe Erdoğan. A Turkish boy, who's living with his two foster parents, Cora and Gabriel."
A member of social services, Abigail, had arrived, after being called to state the boy's name and background.
"So what now?" Aneysa asks.
"There is not much we can do. The boy never speaks, so we don't have his word on what happened, if it were his foster parents that had done this to him" Abigail tells them.
"We can't just let him go back. Have you seen the state of him?" Aneysa asks.
"Unless he tells me, I can't do anything about it. His foster parents are both hard working people, with paid jobs. They have no criminal records. No one would believe that he was getting abused by them, unless he spoke up himself" Abigail replies.
"I'll get the parents informed" Jamie walks out.
"You can't be serious" Aneysa looks at Abigail slightly disappointed.
"I'm sorry but, there has never been a case of child abuse with these foster parents. That is all I can do. Unless Efe is to speak up for himself" she gives a light shrug.
Her face showing she was just as upset as Aneysa and Neteyam both were, before she walks out.
Aneysa then looks to Neteyam, "we can't just let them come back and take him. You said it yourself, that it is clear he's been sexually abused. Neteyam.."
"I know, Aneysa. But I can't do anything, that's not my job" Neteyam tells her, hoping she's understand.
But she can't seem to wrap her head around it, considering this was the first time she had ever seen a young boy in such a state.
"You're a doctor. You could help him" Aneysa says to him.
"I can only help him with his injuries and getting better. I don't have control over anything else" Neteyam looked at her, helpless.
"Then maybe we shouldn't let his foster parents know he's here. See how long it takes them to realise, that'll show how much they care" Aneysa responds.
"You know I can't do that" Neteyam says to her.
"You can't let him go back either" Aneysa pleads, hoping Neteyam would understand why she didn't want this little boy to leave.
"Aneysa, please. Stop making this so hard" Neteyam became slightly agitated. If anything, he wished to help this little boy, as much as anyone would.
But there was a limit to what he could do, in order to help him, which could simply not get past Aneysa. Not when she gave no care in the world about certain limits.
"I'm not trying to make this hard. He doesn't deserve to go back there, and it's very clear" Aneysa replies.
"Look, I know that you're struggling to understand, because you can't have children of your own, but this is not how this works!" Neteyam shouts, but then goes quiet when he realises what he had just said.
"What?" Aneysa's voice became quiet, as she looked at Neteyam confused.
He knew how much she hated that. For him to bring up the fact that she could not have children, in a way like this.
She looked down, feeling slightly hurt, before she turns around to walk out.
"Aneysa wait, i didn't mean to" Neteyam tries to hold her back but she moves his arm off him gently and walks out.
Neteyam sighs, slumping down on his chair with his head hitting the palm of his hand.
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Aneysa had gotten into the car, where she sat down and took a deep breath.
Herself feeling slightly overwhelmed by hearing those words come out from her husbands mouth.
For him to think that she was acting 'crazy' because she couldn't have kids of her own. She had never expected Neteyam to act that way. But instead of crying, or letting herself get upset, she pulled herself together.
She had to try, to make sure that the boy was okay.
Knowing, that Efe had a hard time to talk and open up, there was only one person who Aneysa could ask for help.
Neytiri.
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