Another One?
Chapter 1
Unknown POV
I hid in the closet. I could hear his boots clunking up the stairs. He was drunk. He was always drunk but I knew he would be worse this time. I knew I was going to die.
Carlisle POV
I was working another shift at the hospital. We moved to Seattle two months ago. My beautiful wife, Esme, loved it here. She had just finished renovating the house. All of our adopted children were enrolled in high school so Esme had started a small home decorating business to keep her busy during the day. My wife, so thoughtful and kind, with her beautiful heart-shaped face, caramel hair and a soul even more beautiful than a sunset in on the beach.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my pager going off, 911 down at the emergency bay. I raced through the corridors as fast as I could without drawing attention to my inhuman abilities.
When I arrived I grabbed a gown and some gloves before standing in line with the other doctors.
"What's going on?" I asked Dr. Hunt. It looked pretty serious. All of the attendings were here.
"A young girl was found in a rundown apartment with stab wounds to her stomach and a couple of broken bones. Looks like abuse."
"OK, thankyou," I replied. The poor girl.
"OK people!" shouted Chief Weber over the approaching sirens. "Move fast, stop the bleeding and take her to an OR!"
The ambulance pulled up and the doors opened. Two paramedics pulled out a bed. The sweet aroma of blood filled my nostrils but it didn't bother me.
"13yo female. Suffers five broken ribs, a punctured right lung, dislocated shoulder, broken leg, stab wounds to the lower abdomen and a deep head wound with possible concussion!" yelled the frantic paramedic.
The doctors gathered around her the bed and pushed the girl inside. I followed as they took her to the ER.
As the others swarmed around her, taking off bandages and assessing wounds, I studied her face.
She had long, deep mahogany hair that framed her face in soft waves. Her skin was almost as pale as ours. Her face was beautiful from what I could distinguish from underneath the oxygen mask. She had a wide forehead with a widow's peak, and a narrow jaw with a pointed chin. She had large, widely spaced eyes, prominent cheekbones and a thin nose. Her lips were out of proportion, a bit too full for her slim jaw line but beautiful all the same. She was around 5ft. tall but extremely thin. You could see each clearly defined rib as they unwound the bandage from around her stomach.
She had clearly been abused. Almost every inch of her pale, milky white skin was decorated in splotches of deep blue and purple.
Dr. Shepherd was assessing her head wound while Dr. Torez was putting her dislocated shoulder back in its socket. All of the other doctors were focusing on her stomach.
As the last of the bandage was removed a series of gasps filled the room. Her entire lower abdomen was taken up by a ragged hole. Blood was seeping from the wound like ants trying to escape rain, obstructing the exact extent of the damage.
"Someone get some O Neg and bring it up here stat!" yelled Dr. Hunt. I grabbed some gauze to slow the bleeding and pressed it against her abdomen. It quickly turned red.
"Okay people, let's move her up to an OR!" shouted the Chief. Dr. Grey jumped up onto the bed to stop the bleeding while we moved her. The residents took the stairs while the attendings took her in the elevator.
When the doors closed and everyone was inside the Chief started giving instructions while we desperately tried to slow the bleeding.
"Someone send a resident to contact the girl's family and call the police. Dr. Cullen, Bailey, Hunt and myself will repair the internal damage to her organs and Dr. Altman, you will repair the right lung. No interns are to enter the gallery. Everyone clear? Good! Let's get to work!" he shouted as the doors flung open.
The girl was rushed into the OR as I scrubbed in. They hooked her up to a heart monitor and hung the blood.
I looked at her as they started to put her under. Her face was grimaced in pain. I truly hoped she made it through this.
As they pulled back her silky hair her eyelids fluttered open revealing deep, chocolate brown eyes a shade darker than her hair.
"She's conscious!" someone yelled. She looked so scared.
"It's okay sweetie, you're going to be fine," said Dr. Bailey sweetly. Her heartbeat started to quicken.
"Calm her down!" Dr. Shepherd said loudly, staring at the monitor. The girl whimpered.
"Shh, shh. It's okay sweetie, it's okay," Bailey repeated. Her pulse slowed and her eyes closed as the meds kicked in.
"Let's get to work!" exclaimed the Chief.
The next few hours passed as a blur. Most of her internal organs were salvable but her stomach was beyond repair. They had to remove most of it and stitch the rest together.
The bleeding was stopped and Dr. Altman repaired her punctured lung. When they started to close up her stomach and pull the skin back together a horrible site was revealed. Everyone gasped and Shepherd whispered "That bastard!" under his breath.
It looked like someone had carved her stomach with a knife and written the words 'you are mine' going deep into her abdomen, more likely than not causing all the damage.
After, she was closed up the nurses took her to the ICU for observation.
As we were scrubbing out I overheard Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Weber's conversation.
"Have they contacted the girls family yet?"
"No, not yet but the police want to ask her a few questions when she wakes up. "The poor girl, I hope her family is found soon.
Before I left for the night to go home and 'sleep' I checked on the girl. She was covered by a blanket, but I knew she had gauze coverering almost all of her body. The room smelled like antiseptic and blood. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Nothing looked more fragile and more innocent.
