"Just roll on over

Lay down ‘till it’s more than you can take"

"Good morning, Mr Filan." Shane woke up with a start as the taunting voice penetrated his dreams. His happy dreams. The first happy dreams he had had for a while. Him and Kian… him and Kian and lots of snow.

"Since you will be away from us over Christmas I have to take a few tests." The man’s voice was cold and stung in Shane’s head. He was scared, or he would have been if it wasn’t for the medication. Right now, he was so numb he wasn’t sure what he felt.

He felt the man’s hand on his shoulder. Instinct told him to pull away, common sense told him it would only make things worse. He held his breath as the hand trailed down his arm.

The move was sudden as the hand grabbed his arm and pulled his out of bed. Shane could taste the blood in his own mouth as he bit his lip so he wouldn’t scream out loud from pain, and maybe a little fright. The man pulled Shane into him and rough lips were placed over his. He closed his eyes and prayed.

A loud knock made the doctor jump and release Shane from the grip. Shane sat down on his bed, his body shaking.

"Dr. O’Connell? There’s a Mr. Egan here to pick Shane up…" A young nurse came into the room.

Dr. O’Connell smiled. "Yes of course, thank you Lucy. I will take care of it, you go on back to work." The young nurse left and Dr. Connell leaned over Shane, "We’ll finish off when you get back – we’ll have a lot of lost time to make up for by then…"

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