A.N.: First Third Watch fic ever, so please be gentle. Hope you like it!
Please RR.
Chapter 1:
Standing outside the quiet, dimmly lit, single room and looking inside through the wide observation window, he sighed. This wasn't right, it wasn't supposed to happen – never! Nobody was supposed to experience something like this, to suffer like this. Nobody deserved this. But it happened.
These were the days he hated his job, hated to be forced to work like this. He hated to see it, hated to see the physical and psychological consequences. Hated the knowledge that he couldn't do much for support, that – for his patients – life as they knew it was over and would never be the same again. He couldn't stand the ER becoming a crime scene and the treatment become a search on evidence all at once.
What he hated the most was the look in his patients' eyes – they looked so empty, emotionless - lifeless. Like they could never laugh again, or even feel.
He crossed his arms before his chest and slowly turned around, heading to the nurse's desk looking at her.
"Anything, so far?"
He sounded impatient. The nurse gave him an apologizing smile.
"They're still on their way doctor. The streets are pretty jammed, could take a couple more minutes."
He nodded quickly and started to drum on the desk with his fingers. The nurse gave him another smile.
"Doctor!"
Her soft voice made him look down on her. He noticed what he was doing and stopped immediately.
"Sorry!"
In the meantime another nurse quietly entered the room to check the patient's IV. She didn't want to wake her. The girl had gone through a lot and would have to go through it once again soon enough, when the police would arrive to interview her. She needed some rest.
The valium they had given her had calmed her down and she was breathing deep and steady. She had been in a pretty bad shape when she got here. She was hysterical and cried the whole time, screaming if anyone got closer than 3 feet. They finally grabbed and sedated her in order to work.
How she lay there now - asleep – it didn't seem that bad after all. The injuries on her wrists had been bandaged and the cut on her forehead and lip had been treated, too. The other injuries were hidden beneath the blanket. But her outer appearance didn't do any justice to her actual state. It was bad, really bad.
The physical damage wouldn't cause her pain, that would heal. The psychological effects would destroy her. The nurse headed to her, quickly checked the IV line and looked down on her full of empathy.
"It will be okay, dear. It'll be okay."
The doctor was just about to loose the last bit of his temper. He was turning from the nurse's desk to leave, when they finally appeared. He quickly took a few steps towards them.
"There you are!"
He said furiously, his impatience clearly audible. The two police officers looked at each other and back to the doctor. He got the second excusing smile for today.
"We were stuck in traffic, Doc."
The doctor nodded and calmed down a bit. Blaming the officers for taking so much time wouldn't help it and it definitely wouldn't change a thing.
"So, what can we do for you?"
With a gesture he signaled them to follow him.
"It's one of my patients. Approximately 24 years old, female, ID unknown. You need to interview her."
"What happened to her?"
The doctor stopped in front of the room and took another sad look inside. He didn't look at the two officers when he answered.
"She was raped."
TBC ???
Chapter 1:
Standing outside the quiet, dimmly lit, single room and looking inside through the wide observation window, he sighed. This wasn't right, it wasn't supposed to happen – never! Nobody was supposed to experience something like this, to suffer like this. Nobody deserved this. But it happened.
These were the days he hated his job, hated to be forced to work like this. He hated to see it, hated to see the physical and psychological consequences. Hated the knowledge that he couldn't do much for support, that – for his patients – life as they knew it was over and would never be the same again. He couldn't stand the ER becoming a crime scene and the treatment become a search on evidence all at once.
What he hated the most was the look in his patients' eyes – they looked so empty, emotionless - lifeless. Like they could never laugh again, or even feel.
He crossed his arms before his chest and slowly turned around, heading to the nurse's desk looking at her.
"Anything, so far?"
He sounded impatient. The nurse gave him an apologizing smile.
"They're still on their way doctor. The streets are pretty jammed, could take a couple more minutes."
He nodded quickly and started to drum on the desk with his fingers. The nurse gave him another smile.
"Doctor!"
Her soft voice made him look down on her. He noticed what he was doing and stopped immediately.
"Sorry!"
In the meantime another nurse quietly entered the room to check the patient's IV. She didn't want to wake her. The girl had gone through a lot and would have to go through it once again soon enough, when the police would arrive to interview her. She needed some rest.
The valium they had given her had calmed her down and she was breathing deep and steady. She had been in a pretty bad shape when she got here. She was hysterical and cried the whole time, screaming if anyone got closer than 3 feet. They finally grabbed and sedated her in order to work.
How she lay there now - asleep – it didn't seem that bad after all. The injuries on her wrists had been bandaged and the cut on her forehead and lip had been treated, too. The other injuries were hidden beneath the blanket. But her outer appearance didn't do any justice to her actual state. It was bad, really bad.
The physical damage wouldn't cause her pain, that would heal. The psychological effects would destroy her. The nurse headed to her, quickly checked the IV line and looked down on her full of empathy.
"It will be okay, dear. It'll be okay."
The doctor was just about to loose the last bit of his temper. He was turning from the nurse's desk to leave, when they finally appeared. He quickly took a few steps towards them.
"There you are!"
He said furiously, his impatience clearly audible. The two police officers looked at each other and back to the doctor. He got the second excusing smile for today.
"We were stuck in traffic, Doc."
The doctor nodded and calmed down a bit. Blaming the officers for taking so much time wouldn't help it and it definitely wouldn't change a thing.
"So, what can we do for you?"
With a gesture he signaled them to follow him.
"It's one of my patients. Approximately 24 years old, female, ID unknown. You need to interview her."
"What happened to her?"
The doctor stopped in front of the room and took another sad look inside. He didn't look at the two officers when he answered.
"She was raped."
TBC ???