The flashing lights, the shouting, the rough pushing is the first thing you remember. Your rough breathing and throat killing you was al you could feel. You couldn't speak.

And once again, you pass out. You wake up in the hospital bed, nurses coming in and out regularly. One nurse told you not to strain your throat yet, you had damaged your neck and that caused the uncomfortable pain.

You spent a while staring at the ceiling, alone. Then the nurses give you paper to draw and write on. You wanted to make a card to thank the people who saved you. The good guys. 

It was dark outside when someone appears. A younger man, 30 maybe? He has a soft smile as he walks in, introducing himself as Nick Stokes. You hand him the card as he reaches you bed, eyes welling up. He knew you had nobody, and he knew that as a fifteen year old you probably knew that too without being told.

Nick had been the only one to not give up on finding you. The rest of your family had been found, not alive however. You were the only one left. And even when the others wanted to give up, he wouldn't let them. He knew what it was like, as a few months previous he had been taken and thoughts nobody would find him.

He looks at you, his eyes glassy, yet smiling so happily. He saw himself in you. He knew you went through so much, and those boys destroyed you, but he wanted to be there for you.