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Every time Samuel had to shift Roman on his back was horrible. He bit down on his own sleeve to stop himself from screaming whenever it occurred. This was one of the most painful experiences of his life, easily worse than bleeding like he did.
There was a reason Roman didn't do shit like that -- there was a reason he didn't go on high places or play sport or do anything like that. This was the reason. But in a moment of utter stupidity he had forgotten that he was fragile, and now he was suffering the consequences. So, in a way, he deserved this. It was a reminder of what he wasn't capable of doing.
When Elliot and Samuel put him on the couch he couldn't hold back the cries anymore and they just came out of his mouth, jagged wails of pain as his back was moved and he was then set on the soft couch. Bella was crying too by now. Blake had to take her into the kitchen to help her calm down a little.
"It hurts," he whimpered. It was all he could manage when Samuel asked him that question.
Elliot kissed Matilda on the top of the head and sat her down. Roman guessed she was terrified because she hadn't experienced anything like this before. Roman just stared at the opposite wall.
"Here," said Blake, coming back into the room with a tube of Roman's bruising cream and a bottle of his painkillers. "Maybe these will help."
"Good idea," said Elliot, taking the bruising cream and handing it to Samuel before leaning over Roman and very gently putting a couple of fingers on his back. "Okay, Roman, Samuel's going to put some bruising cream on your -- Jesus Christ."
Elliot had slid up Roman's shirt, revealing his back, and what they saw was horrifying. Roman's entire back was like one big bruise. It was a dark purple, almost black, stretching from his shoulders to his pelvic bones. Elliot retracted his hand, scared to touch it.
He squatted down beside Samuel to murmur, "I think he might need to go to the hospital."