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Disclaimer: I do not own the Reba cast or any of the story characters that do not appear in Reba they are my characters. This is all a work of fiction they are not based on real people or events
these are are from hearing stuff from conversations or thinking of it and writing them down. For facts I do research and look things up. this is all fiction.
Reba sped to the hospital. Narvel was waiting for her outside.
"Reba, wait I should tell you. We arrested Liz Hart and several others. Reba, Liz has been giving him shock treatments. He has no memory of anything. I found Brock alive, lying on the side of the road. He was mumbling the words, don't shock my head repeatedly. He dosnt seem to bein his right mind"
"What did she do to him?"
"Reba, you need to talk to the doctors."Narvel told her.
Reba ran into the hospital. She found out where Brock was. He was in the ER.
"Reba?" She turned to see a good friend of Brock's he was a doctor. He was in tears. Reba looked at him was it that bad. She took a deep breath and decided to ask,"Levi is it that bad?"
"Reba, he has brain damage. He remembers nothing. Narvel discovered his treatment schedule. He was given electroshock treatments. Reba he is very confused. He does not remember much. We have him slightly sedated."
"How did she get away with this?" Reba asked as anger filled her voice.
"We don't know."
"Does he know me?"
"We don't know. Reba, for the past five years, the only touch he has ever known was torture. He was held down during shock therapy, hit, and force-fed. Reba, Brock has been through a lot."
Reba nodded and walked into the hospital room that Brock was in. "Hi, Brock."
"Don't shock my head. It hurts," Brock, told her.
"I won't. Brock, I am your wife, Reba."
"Hi," Brock responded.
Reba smiled at him. He had no emotion. His face was solemn. His blue eyes were void of his characteristic charm. "Can I sit?" Reba asked, motioning the chair.
Brock nodded. "Hi, Reba," he responded in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You know me?" Reba's hopes were raised for a second.
"No, you said that was your name."
Reba nodded in disappointment. She noticed some bruising on Brock's arms and chest. He was shivering. "Brock, are you cold?"
Brock nodded. Reba found a hospital gown and put it on him.
"my arm hurts. I hurt " Brock told her flatly
A nurse walked in
"Why aren't you doing anything for him?"
The nurse touched his head to fix his pillow.Brock went into a panic. Levi ran in and sedated him. He motioned with his index finger for Reba to follow him out.
"Levi, talk to me," Reba said, walking out of the hospital room with him.
"Reba, we have to run some tests. He freaks out when his head is touched, due to the treatments. We know about shock treatments, but I have never administered them. Reba, this may be how Brock will be for the rest of his life. He may not ever remember his life from before. He will change once he knows that he is safe. But there is a big chance that Brock will never have his old memory back. We have to be patient with him. A lot of emotions will come out- anger, sadness, and fear. Right now, he doesn't trust a soul. We all lost out that day. We all feel the way you do. We all lost Brock. I am willing to help him any way I can. I'll try to get him on the right path."
"Me, too. Call Gene, Scott, and Rob. Let them know about Brock. Y'all are his closest friends," Reba replied with determination. " he did say his arm hurts and he hurts "
"Go home. We will keep him asleep. We have to run some tests on his head and see the damage that was caused."
"What about now? He shows no emotion. He was just staring up at the celling."
"Reba, he doesn't know what to feel right now. He has been under his mom's influence for years. He has lived like this, knowing that if he didn't, he would be hurt. It will take him time to know he is safe again. We have to give him space. Reba, Liz isn't his real mom. John D married her when Brock was two and ended up leaving him with her. Liz probably had him drugged that far back. I don't know. We never went to Brock's when we were kids. He came over to our houses, but he always had to go home an hour early for some reason. Brock said she hit him and he never wanted to tell a soul."
"You're telling me she hurt him?"
"Yes. If we had told then, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Reba, I feel like this happened because I never told."
"No, you guys never caused this. She did. She hated all of us," Reba reassured him.
Gordon walked up to the pair.
"How are you guys holdin' up?" Reba asked.
"We will all get through this. Brock will, too. Reba, he won't be the Brock we knew five years ago. He won't be wanting the fake tan, although it suited him. He won't be the way he was. We are going to have to accept him for who he is now," Gordon explained.
"I know," Reba realized, "Will he remember any of the tests?"
"No, he won't. Reba, he is scared. I couldn't imagine. That Narvel guy you hired went back to her house and saw it all. She was reading a book. Narvel thinks that Brock was dumped there by the side of the road by Liz or someone she hired. We never looked at the treatment schedule. Narvel said that he had electroshock therapy seven days a week, sometimes three times in a day. The treatment is only supposed to be once daily for two weeks. She knew what she was doing. We will do everything we can do to help Brock."
"Go home and tell the kids."
Reba hugged Levi and Gordon. "Be gentle with him."
"We will. Levi and I are handling his case. We won't hurt him. He is safe will do a complete physical. Head to toe. He needs to be sedated right now. He only knows pain this way he will have some comfort. Come back in about four hours. "
Reba nodded and left. She broke down and cried once she was in the car. How could Liz do this? Why would she do this? She pulled herself together and started to drive home. She pulled over and started to cry again. She couldn't believe Liz had wiped out fourty nine years of Brock's life. She had herself a good cry before driving home. The kids were watching TV when she got there. She took a deep breath, trying to be strong and braced herself not to cry. She had to be strong. She braced herself she was ready to tell them how would they react? How would they feel. Reba was about to find out. It wasn't going to be the reaction she wanted to see.
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