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Greg was called out his bed about an hour ago. He was on-call and, luckily, already quite rested, when Russell called and asked him to drive over to the hospital. A rape victim was there and needed to be processed. He needed to bring the evidence to the lab and, if the victim's up to, talk about what happened. The rest of the team was busy with a double-homicide, he had to take care of this case, so he made his way to the hospital.
When he arrived, he walked up to the receptionist. Russell didn't even tell him which room the victim was in.
"Excuse me, I'm Greg Sanders, with the crime lab." He flashed his work ID. "I'm here for the rape victim..."
Before he could explain more, she said, "Sure. It's Room 215. Dr. Mansell wants to talk to you before you go in. He'll be here in a minute." She gave him a kind smile and asked him to take a seat in the waiting room.
After seven minutes, the Doctor arrived. They shook hands and he went on to explain everything. "Your boss asked us to take some samples while we waited for you." He handed Greg the evidence bags.
"Thanks. In what shape is she? Can I talk to her?"
"The victim's male, Mr. Sanders. I thought they told you?"
Greg looked a bit surprised. He could probably count the times he had a case with a male rape victim on one of his hands. It wasn't that men were that much less likely victims of such horrible crime, but they didn't come forward nearly as often as women did. "Sorry, I didn't know. I just assumed... How is he?"
"He's been beaten up pretty badly. He has some broken bones in his face... His left hand is broken as well. He's asleep right now, but you can wake him up when you need to take pictures and get other samples. He wasn't too cooperative with us, maybe you'll have more luck."
Greg walked up to room 215, preparing for the worst. He thought a female CSI would be better when he thought the victim was female, too. Now, he wasn't sure if it changed anything. Rape victims, whether female or male, usually didn't feel too comfortable talking to a male investigator when the rapist was male. He just hoped the victim would trust him enough. He opened the door as quietly as possible, hoping not to scare him. It was always hard to approach a victim in the hospital, but it was all that much harder with rape victims. He closed the door behind him, again trying to be as quiet as possible. He took a deep breath and turned around, walking up closer to the bed. A curtain was placed around it, trying to give the patient as much privacy as necessary, although he was the only patient in this four-bed room. He cleared his voice. "Mr. Torres...?" he asked very carefully. He tried to pull the curtain away with his right hand to take a look at the victim, when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist. He startled a bit but could feel the hand shaking. "Mr. Torres? I'm Greg Sanders... I'm with the crime lab and..."
Greg was pushed against the wall, his wrist was forcefully pressed against it, his mouth was covered with another hand. A sweating, nervously and scared looking face was staring at him. "Shut up!" the man whispered. "Shut up or I'll kill you!"
Greg's survival instincts immediately kicked in and he tried to fight the perpetrator off. He almost managed to, but the attacker pushed him to the ground, still with one hand over Greg's mouth and the other around his wrist, twisting it forcefully.
"Don't!" the man whispered at Greg, punching him in the face and quickly putting his hand over Greg's mouth again. "Be quiet and you'll be alright, okay?"
Greg nodded his head rather violently.
The man let go of Greg's wrist, but kept his hand over his mouth. He pulled a gun out, causing Greg to try fight him off again.
"Easy!" the man whispered, placing the gun barrel on Greg's temple. "I'm gonna let go of your mouth and you won't scream, you got that?"
Greg nodded again.
"And then I'm gonna stand up... And you'll behave, alright? No tricks, and this'll all be over soon." The man stood up, with his gun pointed at Greg.
Just now, Greg noticed a lot of things about the man he didn't notice before. Not only was he sweating like crazy, he was also bleeding. Greg sat up a bit, with his back against the wall, panting exhausted. He touched his cheek, it was thumping, but not bleeding, due to the punch he received.
"Sorry 'bout that," the man said. He was exhausted from the struggle as well.
"...Is Mr. Torres alright?"
"The guy lying in the bed? Yeah, he's asleep, I guess." They kept whispering, hoping not to wake him up. "Stand up."
Greg did, with a wary look on his face. What did this guy want? He looked over to Mr. Torres. He was sleeping. But he noticed something else. Bloody bandages and other dressing material was lying on a table next to the bed. Doctors wouldn't leave this out there. The man walked over to the table, throwing a vial at Greg. He fetched it. "...Propofol ...A sedative?" he asked rather confused.
"Inject it."
"...What?"
"Inject it to him so that he won't wake up!" the man demanded.
"...How much?"
"Just give him, I don't know, half the bottle. Enough so he won't wake up."
"Half the bottle? That might kill him!" he replied worrisome.
"Or less!" the man said with a pain-stricken face, making it hard to keep his voice down. "Inject it or I'll inject the whole bottle!"
Greg figured it was better if he did it, using as little sedative as possible. He injected it with shaking hands, praying it would not be too much for this poor guy sleeping in that hospital bed.
The man, pointing his gun at Greg, sighed relieved. "Now come on, you need to help me."
"How?" Greg asked.
"I got shot... You need to get the bullet out..." He lifted his jacket to expose the wound.
"...I-I'm not a doctor, I can't..."
"It's not that hard, I almost did it myself. But the second I feel like you're trying to trick me, he's dead. Got that?"
Greg had panic in his eyes. He's never done anything like that before. He did the one or the other small medical procedure on a dead body, assisting Doc Robbins, but it wasn't the same. Plus, he seemed to have forgotten everything he knew about the human body in this moment.
The man sat down next to Mr. Torres, the rape victim, pointing his gun at him. "I already gave myself local anesthesia. Let's get to it."
