Wires and tubes were hooked up to his partner, helping him stay alive. His abdomen was also wrapped up to support his ribs and patches of gauze covered various stitched up cuts. His wrists were in thickly wrapped bandages, but the left one had a cast that could be taken off to get to the infected wounds underneath. One of the nurses had shaved his beard - that had made him look more like himself, but he was still nowhere close to the suave and charming conman that Peter had thought he knew. A nasal cannula snaked over some of the bruises on the younger mans face and his hollowed cheekbones. Every time he thought about that the guilt would hit him like a sucker-punch to the stomach. Neal was in that room for an entire month, going through who knew what while Peter was thinking that he was sitting on a beach somewhere, sipping martinis that were being served by beautiful women. With every new injury the doctors told Peter about, the more sick he felt. The doctors cleaned the wounds up, but with all of the other things Neal's body was fighting, the infection wasn't going away as fast as the doctors were hoping. Because of the long-term contact with the manacles, his wrists had been rubbed raw and the wounds became infected. They had gotten the manacles off of Neal's wrists when he got to the hospital, but what they found underneath was concerning. The doctors said that his wrist should heal just fine. His left wrist was also broken, but it had only happened a few days before. Neal may walk with a limp, but they couldn't tell until he started walking. The break had been healing on its own so long that the doctors felt that an operation wouldn't do much to help. It was a clean break, so that had helped as well. A cast hadn't been put on it, but it healed pretty well and Peter suspected that Neal had tried his best to keep it straight so it could heal as best as it could in the situation he had been in. ![]() His lower-left leg had also been broken, but it must have been early in his imprisonment because it was mostly healed. The doctors had said that there was evidence of his shoulder being dislocated at one point, but it had been put back in place. He immediately started breathing better after that, much to everyone's relief. They had to drain his lungs because there was so much fluid in them. He had caught pneumonia because of the condition of the room he had been held in, and because of his broken and partially healed ribs. Cuts, some small and others deeper, and scars in various stages of healing also covered his once untainted body. They appeared to have been made from a taser or cigarette, or possibly both. ![]() There were small burns in various sizes on his chest and stomach. Neal hadn't woken up since he'd passed out in Peter's arms in that hellish room, but, given his condition, it wasn't too surprising.ĭehydration, malnutrition, exhaustion, bruises everywhere. ![]() Ten hours later Peter was sitting in a chair next to the bed that held his emaciated CI.
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