Trent: He buried his face into her shoulder and let out a sob. "A-and the memories I have to bring back..."
Matt: He reached the courthouse and saw the police with the criminals. His eyes narrowed. They were the ones that hurt Trent. He clenched his fists. This would be a long day.
David: He laid in bed, trying not to throw up, or pass out, or a combination of the two. He called Nate.
Chelsea: "It's okay, Trent. It'll be over soon and I'm right here."
Nate: "Yo, David. You're not dead yet are you?"
Trent: He took a few deep breaths. "Okay. I just have to tell the truth and everything will be okay, right? I won't get in trouble?"
David: "Not yet. I'm bored, Nate. Gwen's off doing something, grocery shopping maybe, she left before i woke up. Could you come over so I could have a little bit of fun, and not be stuck inside a tiny apartment when I kick the bucket?"
Chelsea: "No. You won't get in trouble, Trent."
Nate: "Britt's dad is making pancakes. You like pancakes, bed wetter?"
Trent: "Okay." He saw Matt waiting outside of the courthouse. "He came."
David: "Shut up, Nate. I can't even walk anymore. It's not like-" he groaned.
Chelsea: she smiled
Nate: "Do you want pancakes or not?"
Trent: He grinned. He got out of the car and snuck up on Matt.
Matt: He saw Trent and immediately took him into his arms. "They're all in there. I wanted to kill them all for what they did you."
Trent: "It'll be okay." He smiled.
Matt: "You were crying in the car. I can tell."
Trent: "I'm so scared."
Matt: "Justifyably so. But you just gotta look confident. You look really cute in your suit."
Trent: He giggled. "Okay."
David: "I don't even know anymore. I haven't really been eating."
Chelsea and Ben: they got out of the car
Nate: "Alright well I'm going to pick you up and bring you to Britt's mansion of a house." he ran upstairs and changed "Britt, I'm taking Pepto-Bismol to pick up David and then he's going to come and eat your food, okay?"
Britt: "Yeah. I'll stay here until Ken wakes up. Be careful and don't let him puke in my car."
Nate: "I won't."
Britt: "And Nate?"
Nate: "Yeah?"
Britt: "I love you."
Nate: he grinned "I love you too."
Trent: He looked back at his siblings as an officer went over to him and led him into the courthouse.
Matt: He watched him go. He wiped his clammy hands on his shirt.
David: "O-okay." He put down the phone and laid down, immediately passing out.
Nate: he drove rather recklessly to David's and banged on the door
David: He opened his eyes. "It's open," he murmured.
Trent: The trial started and he was called up to the witness stand. He calmly and slowly, with quite a few tears, said every last thing that they had done to him, not hesitating no matter how gory they were. The pictures that had been taken of Jim were displayed on a screen, and he confirmed that those were all of him.
Matt: He did all in his power not to go up and comfort his boyfriend. He looked up at the pictures and paled. Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked away. He was sitting right next to Chelsea and Ben. He didn't want them to see him crying, but it was too late.
Trent: He saw Matt crying and wanted to get up and go over to him, but he was still being questioned. He didn't like having all of the men right there, and he was scared to hear their questioning.
Nate: "You look like crap. Come on, Jim makes the best pancakes."
Ben: he looked over at Chelsea and saw her getting all misty eyed so he punched her in the shoulder.
Chelsea: "What was that for?" she whispered harshly rubbing her shoulder
Ben: "Well now he'll think you're crying because I punched you and not because of him."
Chelsea: "Or maybe you just wanted to punch me."
Ben: he glared at her "No, but if you want me to punch you again I will."
Chelsea: she smiled "No, that's okay." she hugged him
Ben: "If you don't stop hugging me I really will punch you."
David: "Gee, thanks, Nate." He climbed into his wheelchair and pushed himself over to Nate.
Trent: He looked and saw Chelsea and Ben... hugging?
Nate: "Anytime, man. It's what I'm here for." he opened the door and got David over the steps "Now, Britt doesn't want you puking in Pepto-Bismol so I have to drive decently. Kind of ironic that I'm talking about puking and the car looks like Pepto-Bismol."
Chelsea: she smiled at Trent
David: "I won't puke," he murmured. He brushed his long bangs out of his face. "That does look like Pepto-Bismol..."
Trent: After an hour of relentless questioning and a lot of tears. He was able to go sit down. The lawyer allowed him to go back to his family, and he curled up in Matt's arms, weeping quietly.
Matt: he held Trent tightly in his arms, mumbling to him that everything was going to be okay. "It's okay, sweetheart. I love you. You'll be fine. You did great," he told him. He gently stroked his hair and face and chest gently. He realized everyone had stopped talking and we're looking at him and Trent. Most people were smiling but there were a few people giving cold stares. The judge smiled and said "thank you for comforting him. Are you his boyfriend?" Matt nodded and said "Yes, sir." He glared at the gang members. "He'll be okay, you don't need to stop the trial." The judge nodded and continued.
Nate: he drove recklessly back to Britt's house and grinned imagining how much Britt would be screaming right now
Ben: "That doesn't normally happen on Law and Order."
Chelsea: "Yeah because everything on tv is true." she rolled her eyes
David: He kept his eyes shut and squeezed on his seat. "If I die now, not because of the cancer, you know Gwen will kill you, right?"
Matt: "Trent is still technically a child, and to go through what he did at his age is crazy. Of course people are going to respect his need for comfort."
Trent: He slid over and snuggled into Chelsea, still holding Matt's hand. "I guess you guys know every last thing they did to me now," he mumbled.
Nate: "You said you weren't going to puke," he opened the door and got David's wheelchair "Welcome to The Mansion."
Chelsea: she held Trent "It's okay." she whispered