Okay, here it is, it's short but I'm just seeing how you like it... The chapts will get longer from here out if i continue(i probably will). Trey is AU not as gruff as in the show and takes care of himself and stays out of trouble. AU early season 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own The O.C. or its characters.

Warning! Not beta'd and no Medical degree so bare with me

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There was so much blood; Ryan couldn't believe all the blood that was on him. He didn't know what was his and what blood was Trey's. He was sitting in Trey's puddle of blood, shocked at the sight before him. Trey protecting him had finally ran out, he was dead. He died protecting Ryan.

The two of them had been walking back from having dinner. Trey had invited him to dinner to celebrate his first paycheck, he was buying. They were in front of Trey's apartment, the night was over, and they were saying goodbye. That's when the two guys showed up, Ryan had never seen them before but Trey seemed like he had. He said something about being out and Ryan figured they were from prison. Ryan stayed out of the way as they talked with Trey and then all off a sudden they pulled out guns and were pointing them at Ryan. They yelled something about money and being rich, but Ryan just stared at Trey who was trying to calm the guys down.

"Guy, guys, I'll get you your money, just leave Ryan and the Cohens out of it," Trey pleaded.

They weren't buying it though and then the one closest to Trey, shot Ryan in the left arm, scrapping it. Ryan turned and clinched his arm as more shots went off. Before long they were telling Ryan that he didn't remember what the two looked like and if he did they would do the same to the rest of his family. Then they proceeded to beat the shit out of Ryan, punching him until he was down and then kicking him while he was down. After about ten minutes and once Ryan was unconscious they ran off. Once he came back in to consciousness, Ryan sat up and looked at Trey, he was dead and blood was pouring out of him like it was nothing. He was shot in the head and in the chest. Trey was dead.

Ryan was brought out of his flashback when someone tapped his shoulder and made him jump.

"Kid, are you alright? What happened here?" a man asked as he bent down in front of Ryan but not in the blood. Ryan looked around to see police cars, ambulances, police barricades, and crime scene tape. Ryan hadn't even noticed when they all showed up. He figured someone heard shots and called 911. Ryan thought it had been only a couple of minutes since he carefully sat up and checked to see if Trey was really dead. But from the sight around him, all the people and even reporters told him it had been a lot longer.

"Kid, I'm Detective Mark James, what's your name?" it was the guy again, he hadn't moved but Ryan had forgotten about him.

Ryan looked at him but the detective could tell he wasn't exactly looking at him, his eyes were empty and scared, and he wasn't really looking anywhere at all.

"Ryan," it was barely audible but the detective heard him.

"Ryan, can you tell me what happened?" Detective James asked.

Ryan just sat there staring at nothing; he closed his eyes and started shaking his head. Ryan didn't want to think about it anymore, even though he was sitting in it.

"It's okay, kid, its okay. How do you know him, Ryan?" James asked as he carefully pulled Ryan to his feet and walked him away from the scene.

"He's my… He… ah… was… my brother," Ryan replied as they walked up to paramedics. Ryan wasn't exactly sure of what was happening. He just wanted Trey back and he wanted the Cohens to take him home.

"How old are you kid? What are your parents' names?" he asked as he put his notebook away after he set Ryan down on the steps of the ambulance.

"16… ah… Sandy and Kirsten Cohen," Ryan replied as the paramedics sat down next to him.

"Alright, Detective, our turn, you can continue your report after Ryan is treated at the hospital," the female paramedic said as Detective James stepped back.

"Okay, Ryan, I'm Abby and this is Mike. We're going to check you and then get you to the hospital, just relax and let us do what we do best," the lady said as the two turned to Ryan.

After Ryan didn't respond or move they helped him up into the back and sat him down on the gurney to look over his injuries. Ryan just sat there until they gently made him lay back. They rattled off things that Ryan didn't understand and wasn't listening to. He was just thinking about Trey and the unbelievable pain shooting through his body.

"Alright, Ryan, we are going to put some gauze on your arm to help the bleeding, it is going to be a little tight and it's going to hurt," the male paramedic said for the first time as Ryan came back into focus after Mike flashed a light in his eyes.

Ryan nodded as he braced himself for more pain. Mike wrapped his arm and Ryan flinched and gasped in pain as his eyes flew open.

"I know, bud, but we'll get you fixed up at the hospital, it's just a scrape, but it is deep, you'll need stitches," Mike said as Abby started to do something else. Mike tried to make him feel better as tears started to roll down his cheeks

"Alright, Ryan, we're going to get you to the hospital, but you have to stay awake for me, can you do that for me?" Abby asked in a sweet voice.

Ryan opened his eyes and nodded.

"Good, now can you tell me where it hurts, other than your arm?" Abby asked smiling. Ryan thought she smiled like Kirsten, it was nice. He felt bad for putting the Cohens through this.

"Ryan?" she asked again.

Ryan then realized he had a killer headache above his right eye; he lifted his hand to find out what was wrong. But half way there Abby grabbed his right wrist and put his hand back down.

"Sorry, Ryan, you don't want to touch it, you have a nasty gash. Does it hurt?" Abby said as she buckled Ryan to the gurney. Ryan thought it was a dumb question but wasn't going to say anything.

Ryan nodded and closed his eyes, he didn't like this, and he wanted Kirsten and Sandy even if they didn't want him.

"Remember Ryan, you have to stay awake for me. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes of yours, come on," if Ryan didn't feel like crap and was stronger he would have been upset at the fact Abby was treating him like a child. But he didn't care tonight, he in fact had wished he was a child again then Trey would be here.

"What else hurts, honey?" Abby asked once he opened his eyes.

"Ever…everything," Ryan replied quietly.

"We're about five minutes out, Abby," Mike said from the driver seat.

"Hear that, Ryan? Mike says we're almost there and we'll get you all fixed up," Abby said smiling Kirsten's smile.

"I want Sandy and Kirsten," Ryan whispered with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sure Detective James had someone call them, you'll see them soon," Abby said sweetly.

Ryan didn't know what was going on, Abby and Mike had disappeared, he was sitting in a room in an immense amount of pain. The nurse was saying something about how they had to take pictures of his bruises before they could stitch him up. That was where Ryan was stuck; they said they had to undress him to see them all. But there was no way Ryan was going to let them do that. Ryan stood up, he wanted to leave. But the nurses and doctor weren't going to let him.

"What do you mean you don't have a Ryan Atwood? A detective called and said that our son was in the hospital and that we should get down to HOAG. Where is he?" Sandy was livid and highly confused.

Kirsten and Sandy had gotten a phone call that Ryan had been shot and that Trey was dead but that they would explain more once they arrived at the hospital. Though so far, they had gotten nowhere. Kirsten and Sandy had been arguing with the clerk for twenty minutes.

"Marie, are the Cohens here yet, that kid is really tearing that room apart in there," a nurse ran out of one of the exam rooms and the clerk and the Cohens turned to her.

"Yes, we are the Cohens? What's wrong with Ryan? Can we see him? Why wouldn't you let us see him?" Kirsten asked as the two Cohens rushed to the nurse's side.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cohen, you are Ryan Cohen's parents, correct?" the nurse asked a little relieved.

"Yes, we're his foster parents, but his name is Ryan Atwood," Sandy replied, confused in how they got Ryan Cohen.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the paramedics that brought Ryan in just assumed that his last name was Cohen, because when the detective asked who his parents were he said your names. Then he asked for you again and we just assumed," the nurse apologized.

"No it's fine, how is Ryan though?" Sandy asked feeling sort of proud that Ryan had asked for them.

"Ah… not that great right about now. I'm going to warn you, he doesn't look the greatest, when he was attacked; the people beat him pretty badly, so I need you to be prepared. But I also need your help, because before we can sedate him and get him calmed down we need to take pictures of his bruises for the police report, which means… well you know and Ryan isn't too thrilled about that. But maybe if he seen you and you talked him down we could do it before he hurts himself more," the nurse explained as Kirsten and Sandy prepared for the worst.

"He's in shock, confused, and scared and he's asking for you two, he has a gash on his head that we need to stitch up and the bullet graze on his arm but we can't until we photograph him," she added as she led them to Ryan's room.

The nurse turned to them before opening the door, "I have to warn you, he has a lot of blood on him and we've discovered that most of it is from the other victim, the paramedics said he was sitting in his brother's blood when the police showed up, so just be prepared. That is why we also need to shower him off before we photograph him" she said and then the Cohens nodded and waited for the door to open.

When it did they were shocked at what they saw; the room was a mess and Ryan was huddled in the corner with tear streaks still on his face. Kirsten held in a gasp, Ryan looked so afraid and innocent; she had never seen him like that before.

Sandy had never seen the kid look so young; he always wondered what Ryan looked like when he was young, he seen pictures in Ryan's file. But he had never seen him like this.

"Ryan, honey, it's Kirsten and Sandy," Kirsten said as she and Sandy walked up to Ryan and knelt down.

Ryan was so glad to see them, he was so scared and he just wanted someone to protect him like Trey had for his whole life.

Ryan didn't say anything he just laid his head on Kirsten's shoulder and sobbed.

"It's okay, honey, everything is going to be okay," Kirsten said taken aback at Ryan's emotions but then put her arm around him and rubbed his back.

"Hey, kid, what happened in here?" Sandy asked as he rubbed Ryan's back too. They had never seen Ryan act like this, it frightened Sandy, for Ryan to be acting this way then he had to see something that he should never have seen.

"I want to go home," was all Ryan said as he turned to Sandy.

"I know, kiddo, but they have to fix you up and finish the report," Sandy replied sadly as he seen Ryan's face closer up.

"No, I won't let them… I won't let them… I don't want to," Ryan turned back to Kirsten and closed his eyes.

"But you have to, honey," Kirsten replied sweetly.

"Why? Why, do they even have to do that?" Ryan cried without opening his eyes, he didn't want to look at them; he didn't want to look at anybody. He just wished this night had never happened.

"Because, Ryan, to catch the guys that did this, they need evidence," Sandy said putting on his lawyer face.

"Ryan, honey, we'll help you, if you want… if you want us to stay anyway," Kirsten said carefully, not sure how Ryan would react.

Ryan didn't know if he wanted them there with him, well he wanted them there but he didn't know if he wanted them to help. He did want to keep some of his dignity but he didn't want them to leave him again.

Ryan nodded still without his eyes open, he felt Sandy squeeze his shoulder and then heard him get up, but Kirsten stayed still making small circles on his back.

"Alright, Ryan, are you ready now?" Ryan opened his eyes to see two nurses and Sandy standing in front of him. Ryan nodded and sat up as Sandy came over to help him to his feet.

"Okay, we'll let your parents help you get undressed down to your boxers, let them do it because of your arm, and shower you off. We'll be back in when they are done to take pictures," the older nurse said as Sandy put his arm around Ryan to steady him.

"Ah… Nurse, is it okay if my husband and I just do it, I think Ryan will be more comfortable that way," Ryan sighed in relief, he was so glad that Kirsten and Sandy talked for him sometimes, saying things he couldn't.

"Ah…sure, that would be fine, just let us know us know when you are done and we will get him stitched up and treated," the nurse that came and got them replied with a small smile and then they left.

Nothing was said when Sandy took off his boots or when Kirsten took off his shirt, sliding out his right arm then his head and the pulling the shirt off his left arm, being very careful the whole time. No jokes were made as Sandy undid his pants and slid them off. No one said anything, Ryan was so thankful that Kirsten and Sandy understood how embarrassing this was for him.

Kirsten covered her mouth as they stepped back and actually seen all the bruises. Ninety percent of Ryan's body was covered in them. It was crystal clear that he had a number of broken ribs.

Kirsten and Sandy were shocked; they had never seen something like this before. Ryan couldn't look at them he had picked a tile on the floor and fixed his eyes there.

"Oh Ryan, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, honey," Kirsten said as she walked back over to Ryan and warily wrapped him in a hug. Ryan eyes didn't leave the tile on the floor as he let his head rest on Kirsten's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, kid, we have to do this so they can treat you and get you better so we can go home," Sandy said as he walked over after he bagged Ryan's clothes in the evidence bags. Ryan closed his eyes, trying to shut out the world and keep in the tears.

"Ryan," Kirsten said and then kissed the top of his head, Ryan opened his eyes.

"Ryan, if it will be easier on you, just Sandy can take you to the shower. If that will make you feel better and I will just do paperwork that needs to be done," Kirsten said reading Ryan's weariness.

Ryan nodded; he figured being embarrassed in front of just Sandy would be a lot better than being embarrassed in front of Kirsten too.

He shut his eyes as tears escaped down his swollen cheeks.

"Alright, sweetie, I'm going to pass you off to Sandy and he's going to help you to the bathroom while I take your clothes to the nurses and fill out the paper work.

Ryan jumped into action; he could get to the bathroom himself. But as he stood up, he became dizzy and tottered a little bit. Both Sandy and Kirsten sprang to steady him each on both side of him.

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