A new family, a new home

Rohan's eyes locked onto Payu's face, and he saw a faint flicker of life. He gasped, hope surging through him. "Payu, hang on! I'm getting help!" he exclaimed.

Rohan frantically pulled out his phone and dialed the emergency number. His hands shook as he waited for the operator to answer.

"Emergency services, what's your location?" the operator asked.

Rohan rattled off Payu's address, his voice trembling. "My friend... he's been beaten. He's bleeding... please hurry!"

The operator assured Rohan that help was on the way. Rohan dropped to his knees beside Payu, cradling his head in his lap.

"Hang on, Payu! Help is coming! Don't leave me, buddy!" Rohan whispered, tears streaming down his face.

Payu's eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at Rohan with a faint glimmer of recognition. Rohan's heart leapt with hope.

"It's okay, Payu. I'm here. You're going to be okay," Rohan whispered, holding his friend close.

The sound of sirens echoed outside, growing louder. Rohan looked up, relief washing over him. Help had arrived

As Payu lay in the hospital bed, his body battered and bruised, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He was finally safe, finally free from the clutches of his abusive father.

Rohan sat beside him, holding his hand and talking softly to calm his fears. Payu's eyes drifted to his friend's face, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards him. If it wasn't for Rohan, he might not have made it out alive.

The doctor came in to check on Payu, and after a brief examination, he announced that Payu would need to stay in the hospital for a few days to recover. Payu nodded weakly, feeling a mix of emotions: relief, sadness, and a hint of fear.

As the days passed, Payu underwent treatment for his physical wounds, and he also began to receive counseling to deal with the emotional trauma he had endured. Rohan was by his side every step of the way, offering support and encouragement.

But despite the progress Payu was making, he couldn't shake off the feeling that his father was still out there, waiting for him. He knew that he would have to face him eventually, and the thought filled him with dread...

As Payu lay in the hospital bed, he couldn't help but worry about his future. He had no home to go back to, except his father's house, and he knew he couldn't return there. The thought of facing his abusive father again filled him with fear and anxiety.

Rohan, sensing Payu's distress, took his hand and said, "Don't worry, Payu. You're not alone. We'll figure something out. You can stay with me and my family until we find a more permanent solution."

Payu's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Rohan. He was grateful for his friend's support and kindness. But he knew that he couldn't impose on Rohan's family forever.

The social worker assigned to Payu's case came to visit him in the hospital. She explained that there were options available for him, such as foster care or a group home. Payu listened intently, trying to process the information.

But as he thought about it, he realized that he didn't want to be shuffled from one place to another. He wanted a sense of stability and permanence. He wanted a home where he could feel safe and loved.

Payu looked at Rohan and said, "I don't want to go to a foster home or a group home. I want to find a way to make a life of my own. Can you help me, Rohan?"

Rohan nodded, determination in his eyes. "We'll figure it out, Payu. Together."

Payu settled into his new life with Rohan's family, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. Rohan's parents, though initially surprised by the sudden addition to their household, welcomed Payu with open arms.

They helped him enroll in a new school, and Payu was amazed by the warmth and support of his new classmates. Rohan's family made sure he had everything he needed, from clothes to school supplies, and Payu felt like he was finally part of a real family.

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