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WHO: George, Patrick and Joey
WHAT: Joey telling his story
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: Joey's apartment
WARNINGS: Recap of violence and rape



Patrick thought he might just die of nerves.

Joey had invited him over and the best time to do so was on Monday night when the girl who was staying with him had to work. George was with him and Patrick couldn't even express how relieved he was to have George there with him. He had his hand clenched in George's sleeve and he was shaking slightly as they knocked on the door. He had texted Joey a few moments ago as well so the mortal would know it was safe to open the door.

Joey swung the door open and Patrick took in the view of his friend. Patrick had seen him broken in the alley-way and in the hospital room but here in his everyday clothes hanging off of him, the change was shocking. Joey was rail-thin and he had bandages on his wrists. He was getting around with a cane, though Patrick didn't know that was just because he tired easily and his left ankle would throb if he was on it for too long. There were fresh scars on his arms and healing burn marks on his neck. "Joey," Patrick said, unable to keep the pain out of his voice even just upon greeting his friend.

"Just come in, Patrick. Hi, George."

Patrick bustled in, pulling George with him. "We brought Chinese food," he said, and he really hoped Joey would eat some.

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"Which sucks because I liked him," Joey said with a sigh. "But I get what you mean. I just have no idea how I am supposed to talk about all this to a shrink. How do I even start? What I said to you is only the beginning. There's so much all jumbled up in here," he pointed to his head. "Makes me so tired."

"Say what you feel like on the day," Patrick suggested. "And don't feel pressured to say anything else."

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George nodded. "If you want to talk about, I dunno, baseball when you're there, that's okay. Just talking is good, instead of keeping everything locked up in you."

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Joey nodded and then he groaned and pulled his hands over his face. "I know it might sound weird, but I think the worst parts were just when I was waiting. After all the torture and everything else, just lying there and waiting was horrible. I didn't know how long it had been or how long it would be and there was no one to talk to. Everything hurt and I was so hungry I was sure my stomach ate itself, and nothing to distract me from it."

And there was something Patrick knew all too well. "Yeah. I felt that way a lot when I was watching over sheep in Ireland. It was freezing where I was and I didn't have clothes. They cut all my hair off. All I could think of was the hunger and cold. Until I started to pray. That was where I found my faith. I'm not saying you have to, I'm just saying...well, it was a comfort to me."

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"It doesn't have to be Christianity," George said. "And maybe that makes us the worst saints, but whatever. Just find something that brings you comfort and isn't self-destructive."

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"No," Joey said, smiling slightly. "No, I think it makes you pretty good saints. Will you stay for dinner? Cheer me up? If I keep concentrating on what happened to me I'm going to get more depressed."

Patrick smiled and he nodded. "I'll stay as long as you want."

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"No place I'd rather be," George said. "You can watch me fingerpaint with holy water while you eat."