Chapter 4 - Treatment

Aiden painfully dragged his battered body home. Every step was excruciating, but he couldn't stop thinking about his younger siblings and the promise he had made to provide for them. As he entered the small, run-down house, the familiar stench of alcohol hit him, and he knew his father was at it again.

His father's slurred voice echoed from the living room. "Aiden, is that you? You're home early, aren't you?"

Aiden's younger siblings, Sarah, Ben, and Lily, rushed to greet him at the door. Their innocent faces turned into expressions of shock and concern as they saw his bruised and bloodied appearance.

"Aiden, what happened to you? Who did this?" Sarah, the eldest of the three, asked with worry in her eyes.

Ben, the second in line, chimed in, "Did you get into a fight, big brother?"

Lily, the youngest, clung to Aiden's leg, her eyes wide with fear. "Why are you hurt, Aiden?"

Aiden tried to muster a reassuring smile despite the pain. "It's nothing, guys. I just had a little accident at work, that's all."

But the children weren't fooled. They had seen their fair share of "accidents," and they knew the truth.

"Aiden, you're lying," Sarah said with determination. "No accident would make you look like this."

"Please, tell us," Ben added. "We're worried about you."

Aiden hesitated, his gaze shifting between his siblings. He knew he couldn't hide the truth forever, and they deserved to know.

Sitting them down in the small, dimly lit living room, Aiden sighed and began to recount the harrowing incident. His siblings listened in horrified silence as he described the bullying he had endured, the relentless attack, and the cruel acts of Sean and his friends.

"But why, Aiden?" Sarah asked, her voice filled with anger. "Why didn't you fight back or tell someone about this?"

Aiden's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his siblings. "I couldn't fight back, I'm too weak." He said painfully. "I can't report them either, you know I work in a firm that belongs to Sean's dad, I may get fired. I need the job to provide for you guys."

Ben, not satisfied with that answer, spoke up, "But what about Dad? He's supposed to take care of us too."

Their father's loud laughter from the living room served as a grim reminder of his neglect.

Aiden's voice was heavy with bitterness. "Dad won't change. He's a lost cause."

The children exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of sadness, anger, and understanding.

Sarah stood up, her jaw set with determination. "Aiden, we can't let this continue. We need to stand up for ourselves, for Mom, and for you."

Ben and Lily nodded in agreement. Aiden's heart swelled with pride for his siblings, and he knew they were right. They had to find a way to break free from this cycle of abuse and neglect.

Aiden, his body still aching, managed to pull himself up. "You're right, Sarah. We'll find a way to make things better, for all of us."

Sarah, being the eldest, took charge of caring for Aiden's wounds. She led him to the small, dimly lit kitchen, where a flickering fluorescent bulb cast eerie shadows. Aiden sat at the worn wooden table, wincing as he tried to extend his injured fingers.

Gently, Sarah reached for his trembling hand. "Let's start with these," she said, her voice a soothing contrast to the pain Aiden had endured. She brought a bowl of warm, soapy water to the table, along with a clean, frayed towel.

Aiden watched as she dipped his injured hand into the water. The initial sting was sharp, but it gave way to a comforting warmth as the soap began to cleanse his wounds. With great care, Sarah started to clean the dried blood and grime from his torn and battered fingers. She meticulously worked her way through each one, using a soft cloth to gently wipe away the pain and suffering he had endured in the alley.

The room was filled with a poignant silence, broken only by the sound of water splashing gently against the sides of the bowl. Aiden's eyes never left Sarah's face as she tended to him. He could see the unwavering determination in her eyes, the same determination he had instilled in her through his actions and sacrifices.

Once the fingers were cleaned, Sarah carefully dried them with the towel. Aiden couldn't help but admire her composure. Her hands were steady, her touch tender, and her eyes were filled with a mix of love, concern, and a determination to make things right.

With the fingers cleaned, Sarah reached for a small, weathered first-aid kit that their mother had used in the past. She carefully selected antiseptic ointment and a roll of clean gauze. Gently, she applied the antiseptic to Aiden's wounded fingers, her touch so delicate that it felt like a gentle caress despite the sting.

Aiden flinched as the antiseptic met his torn flesh, but he didn't utter a word. He couldn't bring himself to express pain in front of Sarah, who was doing her best to heal his wounds. He knew she needed to see him as strong, just as he needed to see her filled with hope.

Sarah wrapped the gauze around each of his fingers, securing it carefully. The process was slow and deliberate, but the act of binding his wounds was a profound testament to their bond as siblings, to the love and trust that existed between them.

Once the fingers were dressed, Sarah looked into Aiden's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of emotions. "We'll get through this, Aiden. We'll make things right for all of us."

As Sarah finished tending to Aiden's wounded fingers, she looked at his battered face and the bruises that marred his skin. A deep sadness welled up in her eyes, but she remained resolute.

"Aiden, you should really see a doctor," she gently urged, her voice filled with concern. "Your arm might be broken, and these bruises on your face need proper care. It's not safe to leave them untreated."

Aiden winced as Sarah began to clean the bruises on his face, using a soft, damp cloth. Her touch was gentle, but the pain was still evident. He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"I know, Sarah," he replied, his voice strained. "But you know we can't afford the hospital bills. We barely have enough for the rent and groceries. Mom's medical bills are already a burden."

Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as she continued to tend to Aiden's wounds. She had seen the toll that their mother's illness had taken on their family, both emotionally and financially. The weight of their responsibilities was crushing, and the limited resources made it nearly impossible to seek medical help.

"I hate that we're in this situation," Sarah whispered as she applied a soothing medical ointment to Aiden's bruised face. "But I can't stand to see you like this, Aiden. You've sacrificed so much for us. It's time we find a way to break this cycle."

Aiden, his eyes now open and locked onto Sarah's, understood the depth of her concern. He knew she was right, but the fear of piling on more financial burdens weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"I promise, Sarah, as soon as I can find a better job, I'll get my arm checked. For now, let's focus on our plan. We'll find a way to ensure a brighter future for all of us."

Sarah nodded, her determination unwavering. She completed the application of ointment, and their eyes held a silent exchange of understanding and love. In that moment, they both knew that their bond as siblings, their unwavering support for each other, would be the key to overcoming the hardships that life had thrown their way.

The dimly lit room bore witness to their shared determination, the faint glimmer of hope in their hearts, and the unspoken promise to stand by each other through the darkest of times.