Target's Name: Bill Wright
Bill is a sick son of a bitch who finds joy in beating his wife and kid within an inch of their lives. For him this is some kind of high, a joyous routine if you will.
Every other day of the week his wife Amber, checks into the local hospital for broken bones, torn ligaments, sprained ankles, what have you. You name it I'm telling you she's had it all. Not too long ago she checked in for a torn retina. She claimed she was being a "regular cults". The girls and I think to differ. It's hard for these women to come forward with what actually has happened to them most times. Out of fear, or love for their abuser; it varies from time. But Amber seems to be the type who's scared of her husband. Seeing her come in on a regular is tearing me apart. I've tried to give her ample time to come to me on her own but I may have to come to her.
A couple weeks later I had been in expecting Amber to come in upon reading the last name Wright on the chart. To my surprise it had been Ana, Amber and Bill's shared daughter. She's such a sweet heart. A bundle of energy and just as talkative as a 9 year old could be. Little Ana had some serious energies to her shoulders and neck area but they had looked discolored and older as if they had been there for awhile. "Her chart says she had fallen off her bike and broke her wrist?" I say immediately making eye contact with little Ana's swollen bent wrist resting gently in her small right hand. I kneel down in front of a calm glazed over Ana. She's not even reacting to the pain. Her face is swollen and eyes are puffy and red. She's been crying but not anymore. "Hey Ana," I smile. "You mind telling me how this happened?" I say studying her reaction. "She fell from her bike. I told you that already," Bill spat from behind me. As he spoke Ana's body tensed. She began shuffling her tiny feet as they dangled from the examining table. Her eyes slowly beginning to water at the sound of his voice.
I get up nodding to myself. Confirming in my mind from Ana's physical reaction, that this was no accident . "Yes sir, I know you have. I was just trying to confirm with her. I have to ask. "Well I already told you what happen. She's a cluts like her dumb ass mom." He finished as he took a seat in the chair beside the door.
I eyed him for a moment. Looking him over enough to rethink my next words carefully and to correct my tone in order for me to continue. "Yes, I see," I say looking him dead in the eyes with a half smile. "So were going to start off with a quick xray. Just going to take some pictures of your wrist okay Ana," I say turning to her to smile. "Okay" Ana says softly.