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Brody had been released from hospital but was under house arrest until his conviction, not that he could get very far with his legs plastered up and bones fixed with plates and screws. His mother was looking after him but he had regular check ins from police officers and mental health nurses. He was given a cocktail of drugs to take but when his mothers back was turned, he hid them in his sleeve and later stored them in his room.

Brody had plans for himself and he didn't want his medication getting in the way of that, they made him feel numb and he wanted to feel his guilt, he deserved to. He’d cause so much pain for people he used to hold dear; his mother, Kylie, Scarlett, even Desmond was his friend once. He wanted to make things right, and he knew only one way to do so. After much contemplation about how to go about things, he turned to his mother one evening and asked her to call some one for him and ask them to come over. If the person did then it would set things into motion and the pain would be over.

Brody’s condition had not improved since he had been admitted to hospital, he was laying in the Intensive Care Unit, dependant on a life support machine. Being run over had crushed his legs to a point where doctors discussed amputation but surgeons managed to save them by retrieving bone fragments and screwing the bones into alignment. But it wasn't getting run over that had put him into this state, it was getting his head bashed in by Scarlett. Brody’s mother had come all the way from Australia in a sobbing mess to sit at his beside. No matter what horrible things he had done his mother would always take his side and half of the stuff he had done she didn't believe. When the police came to talk to her about what was going on, she was angry.

“That is absurd! My Brody would never do such a thing.” she clutched her chest when they retold the Madoka’s side of the story.

“M’am we have interviewed them separately and the evidence speaks for its self-”

“They are lying!” she pointed towards her son “One of them did this, I want to press charges, I want to know who.”

“M’am-” the officer started.

“I am pressing charges, they tried to kill my son. He’s a good boy, he’s lead on easily, it was that girl he was with, you can't blame my boy.” Mrs Sampson was crying again, the thought of Brody behind bars broke her heart, as did the thought of him never waking up. If he were to die, she didn't want his reputation tainting by what the Madoka’s were saying. The police weren't telling her whom had harmed Brody, only that it was one of his victims successfully escaping. She was forward in pressing charges which meant the Madoka’s would still have to deal with attention from the police.

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“Where is your wife Mr. Madoka?” Dr. Oshimo said gently to Desmond. “When the paramedics brought you they said that no one else was in the house but you.”

“Wh- what? No!” Desmond his eyes shut tightly. Mallory escaped, which meant that Brody must have done something to Scarlett and Aiden. He struggled to reach into his memories. The last thing he remembered before passing out from the wound in his leg was Brody telling Mallory he would take care of Scarlett himself. Then when Mallory left the room, Brody gave him one last glance before reaching for the phone and calling an ambulance. Darkness washed over him again before he woke up, and he was in a stretcher being rushed to an ambulance, watching the house where he spent the most hellish days of his life getting smaller and smaller. Scarlett and Aiden were nowhere to be found.

The effort of remembering made his head throb. They could be dead with their bodies thrown somewhere where no one could ever find them. And Desmond could do nothing.