Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 37)

Thrax: *comes out of the nursery, clutching the monitor, looks into the guest room* Is she alright?

Vic: She will be.

Thrax: *sighs* Too much has happened to them both today.

Vic: I agree... How are you holding up son?

*the sounds of Ozzy's soft snoring and thumb sucking can be heard from the monitor*

Thrax: *runs his fingers through his dreads* Could be better. I'm still trying to cope with the fact that it was her family that attacked us years before.

Vic: *holds out one of his hands* Come here a moment please

Thrax: *comes and kneels in front of Vic*

Vic: *wraps his arm around him* I feel the need to hold my son a while... is that alright?:

Thrax: *smiles* Of course. *hugs him*

Vic: *hugs him back. stroking his dreads* I'm proud of you Thrax... so very proud... *holds him close*

Thrax: *slightly blushes* Thank you, father.

Vic: *kisses him on top of the head*

Thrax: *blushes until his face glows before looking at his mother* She always had a strong stomach unless when it comes to this.

Vic: *nods* Your mother is very protective of children... *sighs* It's unbelievable any mother could do to her child what Osmosis' mother did to him...

Thrax: I'm not surprised. *looks towards him* In every body I've been in there's always been a few she-cells like that.

Vic: A sad but true fact son.

Thrax: *nods* At least she gone for good now and we don't have to worry about her again.

Vic: *nods* here here to that. *hugs him*

Thrax: *returns it* But a new problem has aroused for us.

Vic: Indeed..

Thrax: *sighs* With the FPD now knowing that we're here, it's only a matter of time before they come looking for us.

Vic: Well we seem to have made a good first impression.

Thrax: *shakes head* Try telling that to the rest of the city.

Vic: *sighs softly* indeed

Thrax: I heard mother talking to Drix and she has the same doubt.

Vic: *hugs him again* We must try and keep faith

Thrax: Faith? *scoffs* I don't even know the meaning of the word.

Vic: I don't believe that.

Thrax: *sighs* Father with all we've been through, with all that has happened in our lives I've lost my faith.

Vic: If you've lost faith why are you still taking care of young Ozzy? That shows me you have at least a little left son

Thrax: *turns away* Only for him, father. Only for him.

Vic: but nonetheless... It's faith... *places his hand to his cheek and gently turns his head back to look at him*

Thrax: The only faith I have.

Vic: Still faith son.

Thrax: *nods, swallowing a lump in his throat*

Vic: *hugs him close*

Thrax: *hugs him back, holding him tight until he hears a crash* What in the name of-?

Vic: *stands up and goes to check it out*

*a group of cells stood outside the house, the leader being an FPD rookie cop*

Thrax: *cursed in his native language when he sees the crowd*

Vic: *folds his arms* I believe your chief told you to leave us alone.

Rookie: *steps forward* There's no way in Frank we're letting a bunch of disgusting viruses live in this city. *takes out his weapon*

Thrax: *growls ready to pounce*

Vic: so a woman whom beats and degrades her son is more acceptable because she is a cell?

Rookie: How do we know you didn't falsely accuse her?

Thrax: *whispers to Vic* She' gotten to him.

Vic: Ask some of your co-workers.

Rookie: *glares* They may have swallowed your lies but not us. *gives a signal and one cell fires a large blast into one of the upper rooms*

Thrax: *sees where it hit* Oh no. *runs back inside*

Ozzy: *is laying on his side, unconscious and badly injured

Thrax: Ozzy! *gently lifts him* Oh my poor baby.

Drix: Ozzy! *rushes to him as well* We need to get him out of here fast... I don't think he'll make it otherwise.

Thrax: *nods, lifting Ozzy into his arms but another rumble brings him to his knees* Dammit. *the smell of smoke fills his nostrils*

Vic: ... *goes immediately to his wife*

Marie: *has pass out due to the smoke*

Thrax: *dodges the flames trying to protect Ozzy* Father let's go. *holds his son close*

Vic: *ignores him* Get out of there Thrax! *picks up Marie*

Drix: *loads his cannon and starts to douse the flame*

Thrax: *makes his way out of the burning inferno and out to the street* We made it. *hugs Ozzy close*

Ozzy: *is unresponsive but still breathing*

Rookie: *sees Thrax and aims his blaster at him, shooting right through the arm*

Thrax: *gasps in pain and looks towards the young cop* You little- *but he doesn't dare leave Ozzy's side*

Ozzy: *is shot as well through the shoulder*

Drix: Stop it you idiot! do you not see what you're doing there? Osmosis is critically injured... If you don't stop your bullcrap now he is going to die! Look at him! When you shot Thrax you got him too *adds pressure to the wound* He's losing cytoplasm fast... He won't make it if he doesn't get medical attention.

Thrax: *sets Ozzy in Drix's arms* Take him Drix, please. * puts pressure on his own wound*

Drix: *wants to stay with them* you get in too... you need medical attention as well... as does your mother. *puts Ozzy in the front seat, buckles him in and leans him back*

Thrax: *smirks and gasps* I'm finished anyway. Please take care of him Drix. *flares his finger and strikes the cop that did all this before he turns and runs*

*the crowd of cells go after him, weapons raised*

Drix: *rushes Ozzy to the hospital*

*at the hospital*

Nurse: *sees Drix enter* What happened to him?

Drix: *explains what happened earlier with Ozzy's mother, how they were treated by a licensed medic that also happens to be Ozzy's friend and what happened just now with the officers*

Nurse: *hit a button on the desk as an alarm rings*

*several doctors and nurses rush in and take Ozzy away on a hospital bed*

*After a few hours a doctor comes out of the surgery*

Doc: Mr. Drixo Benzo Methamphetamine?

Drix: *looks up* Yes? *anxious expression* How is he doctor? Did he pull through?

Doc: *nods* He's pulled through, though I'm afraid he has slipped into a coma.

Drix: *bites his lower lip* how long do you think he'll be in it sir?

Doc: *shakes his head* Hard to says sometimes. Could be days, could be years.

Drix: *frowns* Years.... Oh Ozzy... *looks worried*

Doc: *pats his shoulder* He's a strong one. I'm sure he'll pull through.

Drix: Can I see him?

Doc: *nods* Of course. Now if you excuse me I have to check on my other patients. *walks off*

Drix: *nods and lets him go to his patients before going to Ozzy and lightly stroking the cells hand* Oh... Ozzy

*light footsteps are heard as Vic enters the room*

Drix: *closes his eyes tightly and lets a few tears leak from them*

Vic: *sees Drix crying, placing his hand on his shoulder*

Drix: *is startled a moment then looks up, relieved to see Vic, his voice is soft* How is Marie?

Vic: No worse for wear thankfully. *sighs* How's Ozzy?

Drix: *softly* Comatose...

Vic: *draws a sharp breath. biting his lip* Best if we keep this from Marie. She'll end up going into a nervous breakdown.

Drix: And we can keep this from her how?

Vic: I'll think of something. *bites down on his lower lip*

Drix: *sighs softly and strokes Ozzy's forehead* He... looks so fragile... where's Thrax?

Vic: *looks away* Haven't found him yet but I called the FPD chief and Leah and asked them to keep an eye out for him.

Drix: *nods* Did he say anything about the miscreants that attacked us?

Vic: A few of them fired and most of them locked away. Not much if you ask me.

Drix: Or me... Vic I... I'm sorry about all this.

Vic: It's not you who should be sorry, it's us Drix. The three of us dragged you two into this.

Drix: You didn't drag me anywhere Vic... I went perfectly willingly Ozzy is my best friend... and I love him as though I'd known him as family all my life..

Vic: *hangs his head* Still how can you still even look at us knowing of the damage that we have caused. *clenches his fists*

Drix: *gently lays Ozzy's hand down and turns to Vic* Vic...

Vic: *holds his hand up to silence him* Enough I don't wish to hear it. *walks out of the room back to Marie*

Drix: *takes hold of his shoulder* Wait.

Vic: *rips his shoulder away* Leave me.

Drix: One more thing Vic.. This is important.

Vic: *growls* What?

Drix: *unperturbed by the growl, hugs him* There is no bad blood between us... ever... *after one more light squeeze goes back toward Ozzy*

Vic: *snorts and heads back to Marie*