Morgan started cooking quietly, although after a moment she spotted Caleb getting up. She rushed over to him and had him sit back down at the chair by the table. "Caleb, sit down," she whispered softly to him, her brows pinched together. "You don't need to do anything," she whispered gently to him.

"No, let me help." He protested with a silent wince. He tried standing again, but pain shot up his back and in his lungs as he gasped. "Never mind" He muttered, sitting back down with yet another wince and gritted teeth

Morgan gave him a look after a moment and shook her head softly. All she wanted to do was help him, but he had to be a little more... compliant about it all. "Don't move, you'll rip your stitches," she whisperd to him, pecking his cheek as she got come bacon on. Her father had wansered downstairs by then, and was stood in the doorway with a worried look across his face. Morgan gave him a look and furrowed her brows. She put the bacon on a plate and put it infront of Caleb, then led her father out the room, quickly explaining everything. The man sighed and wandered back in, sitting across the table from the boy. "So... Caleb..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "First of all, are you okay?" he asked in a calm tone.

"Thanks" He said quietly to Morgan, watching as she stepped out. He ate the bacon quickly, watching her father walk in and sit down across from Caleb. He nodded at the man's question, feeling uneasy about the whole thing and overlly dependant on Morgan and her family

Morgan nodded to him, and wandered over to his side to rest a light hand on his shoulder, something of a comfort for him. Right now, he just had to play ball with her family. Her dad could get him out of it all, but he needed Caleb to help. He looked him up and down for just a moment before humming in thought. "You wanna tell me what happened?" He asked. He'd already got Morgan's side of it all, but he wanted to hear it from the boy, too.

"What time?" He asked quietly, wondering if the man knew about the other times it had happened all through his childhood to now. "I..My mother and father used to just yell at me, slap me, the light stuff, when I was littler. As I grew older, they drank more and began beating me for what reasons I don't even know. They never showed me mercy as I cried out in pain and denial." Caleb said, feeling safer with Morgan's touch on his shoulder

Morgan looked down at Caleb quietly, her thumb gently running over his shoulder. She wanted him to be comfortable here. He wasn't in trouble, he'd done nothing wrong, and they were trying to get him out of a bad situation. She glanced up to her father, who was making notes quietly. "That's good to know," he reassured him, glancing up with a bit of a hum. "And... what happened last night? I want everything," he told the child gently. He glanced at the stitches on his arm curiously. "Your parents did this to you?"

Caleb nodded. "I was sleeping and I heard my parents come home early from their month-long trip to Ireland for the holidays. I got up and grabbed my pocketknife that I usually carry with me, obviously on edge from the past, and went downstairs. I didnt want to cause any unnecessary harm if I didn't need to." Caleb paused, sighing. "She yelled at me and asked me what had I done. As far as I can remember, that meant I was going to get hurt when I don't remember doing anything wrong. She grabbed a knife and I flicked out mine in self defense. She grabbed me and cut a long my arm here." He pointed to the stitches along his left arm. "And so I twisted out of her grasp as I saw Morgan come down the stairs. She left the room and my mother got me along my back and also stabbed me, puncturing my lungs "

Morgan stared down at her boyfriend, the two of them clearly exhausted. Caleb had to be in so much pain... he must be terrified, too. She felt awful for not being able to do more. She sighed and went to get some pain killers, along with some water before wandering back over to him with a soft smile, offering him the glass.

Her father looked up at the two of them after a moment, his brows pinched together. "And this was your mother, hm?" He asked softly. He was still making notes, as though it would help... well, it might. He knew people that could help, and clearly this boy needed help. "And it was all 100% self defence?" His voice was soft, calming. He then looked back towards his daughter. "You saw it?" He hummed. Morgan just nodded tierdly. "Yeah. I took him to the hospital. His father was passed out on the couch. He didn't do anything other than protect himself," she whispered quietly, clearly worried for the boy. The older man nodded. "Okay... I'll speak to some people, see what we can do. Chances are you won't have to go to court at all, just interviews. On the off chance we do, Morgan, you happy to testify for him?" He asked. Morgan nodded readily, gently squeezing Calebs shoulders. She'd help him, try her hardest to get him out of all this. Her dad just nodded. "Good. The both of you need to go and rest. Try and leave it up to us," he told the teens.

Caleb nodded and got up, listening to the man's thoughts intently. Most was just concern, but some was confusion. Caleb could understand why... He followed Morgan up to her room with a wince, sitting on her bed and sighing with another wince and gritted teeth