"Took you long enough," Amon grumbled as Drake and Dane rushed into the room, "I sent Jade to get the doctor."

"Come, on," Dane said, taking hold of his brother's arms and pinning them to the bed. Drake frowned, looking at Amon's scratched and bloody arms.

"Can't we just knock him out?" Drake asked, taking a step back.

"Of course not," Amon hissed, "don't you think I would have rather that than risking my fingers, covering his mouth?"

"He is in no condition to be hit in the head," Dane said sternly, "now get over here and hold down his legs."

A look of disgust crawled onto Drake's face and he took yet another step backwards, "If Amon was able to hold him for as long as he did alone, I'm sure that the two of you can handle it."

"Do you want to know how?" Amon growled, while Damien began to kick and try to stand. Drake grimaced at the sound. The man's leg was broken. "I told Jade to tell him to sit still and even then it wasn't enough to hold him down all the way and now that she isn't here."

"Couldn't I just-" Drake began dumbly, completely forgetting that Amon didn't know that Jade remembered, thus allowing him to control Damien as well.

"Shut up and get over here!" Dane commanded Drake. He was on his last nerve.

Taking slow steps forward, Drake made his way over to where Damien laid tossing about struggling to free himself.

"Shit," Amon gasped, jerking his hand back. It was bleeding. "He fucking bit me!"

"Cover his mouth!" Dane said going pale.

"Get the hell awa-" Damien began shouting furiously, but Amon's hand muffled his voice to silence.

"Hold his feet down," Amon spat at him, emphasizing each word as if Drake were three.

He looked down at Damien's bare feet kicking against the bed. Well, it was really one since the other leg was broken. Closing his eyes he restrained them to the bed.

"Was that really so hard?" Amon muttered, his green eyes spitting anger at him.

"Give him a break," Dane said coldly.

"What, are you afraid of him like Jade?" Amon said breaking into laughter.

Smiling to himself, Drake decided to just be quiet. "Are you saying you're not," Dane asked Amon.

Amon stopped laughing only to grin at his brother, "I think anyone who doesn't is a downright fool."

"You really don't mind him hearing that?" Drake asked, breathing hard from the struggle to keep his uncles' brother down.

"Ha! You think he'll remember any of this?" Amon said, leaning over Damien, so that his face was only inches from Drake's. "This is the work of narcotics, messes with the way you think."

Then a man in white robes, shuffled in. He carried a little black bag and was already pulling out a long, sharp needle and before Drake knew what was happening, he had stabbed it into Damien's right arm. He instantly went rigid and then eased into a sleep, ceasing all struggle.

"That should calm him down quite a bit," the doctor sighed, rubbing his hands into his eyes. "The medications react differently to each person. I would say that he shouldn't take anymore, but there's no telling what damage he's done to his broken legs and arm, what damage the lot of you have caused and oh, it looks like I need to stitch him up again too!"

Drake hadn't noticed, but the frustrated doctor was right, almost every stitch holding Damien together had popped out and there was blood drenching the sheets, dripping onto the stone floor. Thankfully it wasn't on Drake as much as his uncles though.

"Mind, fixing my finger, before you do that?" Amon asked, taking his hands off of Damien and lifting the bleeding one.

The doctor rolled his eyes, but took out a needle and thread nonetheless. One or two quick stitches later and he was ready to go.

"Come, on stop frowning like that," Amon said jovially, wrapping his arm around Drake and shaking him, "you did good."

Drake looked at him with one eyebrow raised, but ended up laughing softly.

"Before you leave," the doctor said, pushing his glasses up his long nose, "you should know that none of you and I mean nobody should visit him until he is able to get out of this bed."

"And when exactly will that be?" Dane asked, expectantly.

"Hopefully in the next three days, in a wheelchair of course" the doctor said rubbing his shiny bald head.

"I'll take care of Blair," Amon said with a grin and then turned around and ran off.

"Where's Jade?" Dane asked Drake as they descended the stairs again.

"Right here," she answered, giving him a sideways glance.