"No, don't! Stop it !!!"
"Don't! Calm down! We want to help you!"
The blood-soaked figure stepped around and tried to push the many hands away from him.
"Get out of there, don't touch me!", She screeched and tried to escape from the mobile couch, ignoring the pain. But the many hands pressed her back and began to fixate her.
"Please, stay calm. It's all over, you are safe!"
"No, get out of here! Let me out of here, I want to go!" He freed a hand on which the strap was not tight enough and pushed a figure away from him with a long hypodermic needle. "Fuck off! Let go of me !!!" The pain got worse and made him furious. His despair increased in equal measure, he just wanted to get away. He couldn't concentrate on more. But further and further away from the saving exit, he could not tear himself away. And the many people around him, how they screamed.They yelled at him.
They tied him up.
They wanted to hurt him, destroy him, kill him.
"Get away! Leave me! LEAVE ME !!!" he screamed again, then suddenly felt a small puncture on his arm. Shortly afterwards a clear liquid was pumped into his veins and soon small colored spots began to dance to and fro before his eyes.
"No ... stop ..." He sank back on the bed. His body no longer obeyed him and the voices around him had long since merged into a single tangle, a noise in the background. Far cry.
So that's what dying felt like.
"Quickly, to the operating room!" One of the doctors called. A swing door slammed open and the bed was pushed into the sterile room.
"Stay outside!" Said one of the nurses curtly to the three bloodstained figures who had run after the couch.
"But-", Ken started to protest, but Aya held him back.
"Stay here, otherwise you endanger him," he said calmly, but his hand was shaking too."No, I want to see him.", Ken urged and tried to pull away.
Now Yohji was holding him back and together they dragged Ken away from the operating room.
"What are you doing there ?! He needs us!" He shouted.
Neither of the other two answered him.
Desperate, he alternated between Aya and Yohji for a few seconds.
"Oh, Omi ...", he then sobbed and dropped limp on one of the chairs.

Three hours later one of the doctors finally came. His blood-smeared smock gave Aya a fear that drove him almost insane.
Without a word he nodded to the red-haired leader, who understood and followed him.
"Well," the doctor finally began as they stood in a small office. He leisurely took off his gloves, which were no less blood-smeared, and dropped them on the desk shelf. "Your young friend is out of danger."
Aya involuntarily slumped a little. It was without a doubt the best news he had ever heard."Still, his condition is critical. He's had countless broken bones, bruises, sprains, cuts, bruises and internal injuries. In all honesty, it's a miracle he's still alive. He's lucky if he ever moves again without pain can. "
With that the doctor ended his lecture and looked almost reproachfully at Aya. When he didn't reply, he added: "You know that all of his injuries indicate severe abuse?"
Aya almost laughed out loud. Instead, he looked even more bitter.
Of course he knew that. He knew very well. And he also knew who it was thanks to.
They had met three months ago on a mission on Black that kidnapped Omi. Just like that, for no special reason.
He, Yohji and Ken had chased after them, but after a few minutes they had lost their trail.
At first they thought Black had killed Omi. But it was not like that.A week later everyone was on the verge of despair.
Ken had locked himself in his room and just cried all day.
Yohji stood on the balcony for hours, smoking one pack after the other.
And he said hardly a word more reproaching himself that it was all his own fault. After all, as the leader, he was responsible.
A week later to the day there was a videotape with a letter in the mail.
Aya's hand still clenched at the thought of it.
An examination later revealed that the letter had been written in Omi's blood. The video simply showed how Black abused Grandma in every imaginable way. They had watched the video together. Ken had escaped from the living room halfway through and stumbled up the stairs.
Aya was grateful that he was missing out on the worst.
Every week there was a new video and step by step the three whites could watch how Granny slowly gave up.At first he had struggled, screamed and kicked around like a few hours ago when he was about to be admitted to the operating room. On the last video, he seemed already dead, so little reaction he showed.
Aya didn't know why Omi had gone crazy again earlier, but he was grateful that he had even realized that something was happening to him.
A few hours ago, Aya had had an inexplicable urge to go outside. He almost tripped over Omi, who was lying unconscious in front of it.
He couldn't have been there for long, otherwise passers-by should have noticed him.
In the ambulance, he regained consciousness and attacked some of the helpers. Fortunately, they were already at the hospital by then, otherwise it might have been even worse.
The doctor's throat cleared Aya from his thoughts.
"Did you hear what I asked you?" He asked and the accusation still rang in his voice.Only now did Aya realize this and suddenly his mood changed.
"You think we are responsible for it?", He hissed, but his counterpart remained unimpressed.
"No not that."
"But?"
"But you are responsible for him. You should have noticed what was done to him."
Check mate. Aya swallowed.
He hated situations like that. Of course, they hadn't reported to anyone that Omi had been kidnapped. Officially, it didn't even exist. He had no birth certificate, no personal details, nothing. He was also a trained killer by the way. It was quite logical that the doctor concluded that Omi had lived with them and had been injured during that time. And they were so numerous and obvious that it was impossible to miss them.
"He was away for a while."
"To whom?"
"Allegedly to a friend, but he already told us that Omi wasn't there. So he must have gone somewhere else without telling us."The doctor looked at him in slight disbelief. That was no doubt a stupid excuse, but Aya hadn't come up with anything else quickly.
In the end, Aya managed to convince him anyway.

A steady beep filled the room in which they were standing. Omi was lying on the only bed that stood here. Countless bandages were wrapped around his entire body, and some tubes led to his wrists and face.
The nurse took his arm and injected a liquid into Omi's vein under the doctor's supervision.
Then she stood, put the syringe aside and picked up another one. She looked at Omi, waiting.
"Remember, we can't guarantee anything," the doctor unnecessarily reminded.
How could you forget that? He had mentioned often enough that Omi's psychological consequential damage was not foreseeable and would have an effect in ways that were not yet known. But they would find out in a moment.
After a few moments the young body stirred a little.Omi blinked weakly and then opened her eyes fully. Everyone present seemed to be holding their breath because nothing could be heard except the steady beep.
Omi looked around.
Cold, white walls surrounded him. The light blinded him terribly and his whole body ached. As he twisted his head a little, he saw some figures. He counted five. Two of them dressed in white.
Panic rose in him when he saw the syringe in one person's hand. His eyes widened involuntarily and his breathing quickened. The nurse looked uncertainly at the doctor. He motioned for her to put the syringe down. She did as she was told and step away from the bed.
Omi calmed down a bit, but nervously, his gaze slid back and forth from the figures. Some of them looked strangely familiar.
"Omi ...", Ken started and came to him.
He sucked in a hissing breath as one of the figures approached him. Then she stopped and looked at him questioningly."Omi, it's me ...", Ken started again and made to move on.
"No ...", Granny croaked, his voice sounding strangely alienated. His heartbeat became faster, audible to everyone.
The doctor grabbed Ken by the arm and held him back. This seemed close to tears.
A few seconds later the nurse was back with him and had injected him with the sedative. Again he sank into a dreamless sleep and his heartbeat returned to normal.

Another attempt was made later that evening. After Omi had received the remedy, everyone left the room so that he could calm down a bit.
When he woke up he was alone.
Images flooded over him, images from the past nine weeks. Details he'd hoped to forget. The pain in his body had subsided, and he was probably on morphine or something.
After a while he also dimly remembered being awake earlier in the day.Someone had been in his room, but he didn't remember the faces. All he knew was that he was scared.
Fear of getting hurt.
Before he could think any further, the door opened quietly.
As if stung by the tarantula, Omi's head flew towards the door and all his senses focused on it.
One person entered.
And something in Omi says he could calm down. Something about this person seemed familiar. Maybe it was that eye-catching red hair. Maybe the pale face. He did not know. The person carefully closed the door behind them and slowly stepped over to Grandma's bed. He just eyed him with a strange mixture of curiosity and indifference.
Aya swallowed.
"Hey ...", he said quietly, but there was no change in Omi's face.
Soon he got bored looking at the person and turned his head away again.
Aya frowned.
"How are you?" He asked and continued to look at Omi, hoping to get his attention back to himself.But in vain. Omi didn't even hear his voice.
The silence was uncomfortable for the redhead. It was like talking to a stranger. He didn't know what to say. But anything was better than this silence.