Sam was stroking his fingers softly through Justin's hair. "Shh, I know, mate. I know," he murmuring, kissing Justin's head. His mind was racing now trying to figure out what the next move should be. Justin was a kid at risk of serious harm, so he had a legal obligation to report what he was revealing. He didn't want to destroy the trust Justin had in him as an uncle, though. With that in mind, he knew he needed to work with Justin here, and make sure he still had some power over his own choices. There was nothing worse for a person suffering pain and trauma to have more and more power stripped from them when they already felt like they had none.

"Justin, will you let me tell your dad? I know you don't want to worry him or stress him out because of his heart, but not knowing is so much harder for him than when he knows and can be here for you. All he wants is to be here to care for you, mate." He was examining the worst of the cuts on Justin's stomach. "This must be so painful, sweetheart. Have you not said anything because you feel like you deserve this pain? You need medicine to help. We can get this cleaned up and you'll feel so much more comfortable. You don't have to be in pain," he said, and this time he was choking up, tears misting his eyes.