A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to this new story! I strongly recommend you read (or skim over) "But The World Keeps Turning" before you start reading this story, as it's a sequel. I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Chapter 1: Darkness

What happened on that boat could Chloe not remember. Her brain did not register anything that happened. It had gone blank mere seconds after her rapist' body had fallen to the ground. No images reached her eyes and no sound was captured by her ears. She only felt Beca's hand in hers, their fingers entangled.

Everything went by so fast. It felt like seconds when the small boat reached the city on the shore. A medical team and several ambulances were in position and rushed to the ship as they saw it approaching. Chloe just felt how Beca tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

People in white coats jumped onto the ship, taking Chloe's hand and slowly helping her to her feet. As she stood up, she lost her balance. A tall blonde medic picked her up and he wanted to carry her to an ambulance. But as soon as she felt Beca's grip slip away and felt a guy's hands on her she panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy… Calm down, everything's going to be alright…" he said and he tried to comfort her.

"No!" she screamed. "Beca!"

She squirmed to break out of his strong grip.

"Let me go!"

She managed to hit him in the stomach and with a loud thud, she fell on the hard ground, leaving a gash on her head. On her hands and knees, she crawled away from the man who tried to pick her up again. She curled up into a ball against a small stone wall on the quay. She tried to punch and kick every nurse that came close to her.

"Beca!" she shouted as tears welled up in her eyes. The whole town had come to look at the rescue of the missing girls and Chloe felt dozens of eyes leaving burns in her skin. Their looks were tangled around her neck, pressing down on her airways.

"Please! She needs help!" Stacie screamed as soon the boat got into the small harbor. "Somebody! Please!"

Immediately, three nurses jumped on board and took the girl from her. She felt how Aubrey slipped out of her safe arms and was carried quickly into an ambulance. As she sprinted to the car, the doors of the ambulance slammed shut before her. One nurse tried to talk to Stacie, but she only saw Aubrey through the glass and cried. With her fists, she slammed on the car.

"Aubrey!" her voice was hoarse.

Beca had walked together with a nurse to an ambulance when she heard Chloe's cry.

"I need to help her." Beca said and tried to run to her. The nurse stopped her.

"She's not your problem anymore, we will help her."

"She never was my problem. I need to see her."

"You're not going there, miss."

"You don't understand, she needs me..." she said as she tried to break from the nurse's grip.

"She killed him…" she saw Jesse say from the stretcher next to hers and both they watched how Bumper's body bag was zipped up.

"She killed him!" he now shouted as he jumped up. He was stopped by another nurse. "She did it! How could you do that?"

The nurse that watched over Beca looked at her as he spoke.

"I didn't… I…" Beca tried to defend herself.

"Please, get on the card, miss." the nurse sighed. "This is not important right now, you need to get to safety."

In silence, she did what she was told. But as she got in the car, she heard Chloe's scream pierce through the sky once again.

"Chloe!" Beca yelled and she tried to get up, but she was tied onto the stretcher by the nurse.

"This is for your own safety."

Hey, hey… Easy, it's me." Stacie said as she took Chloe's body and hugged it tightly.

First, Chloe fought against her arms, but as soon as she realized who it was, she stopped resisting. A group of nurses was standing in a circle around them.

"They… They want to hurt me." she sobbed.

"They are going to make us better. Everything is going to be okay."

And for a short moment, Chloe believed her.

"I'm so sorry for the things I did." she cried. Stacie stroke her bloody hair gently.

"I know. I'm sorry too."

And just when Chloe calmed down, she felt how a thin needle injected a thick liquid into her shoulder. She screamed in pain.

"What did you do!" Stacie yelled at the nurse who had injected her.

"We cannot lose more time, you all need to come with us."

Chloe saw how her friend yelled something at the nurse again and stood up. Stacie pushed the nurse away when she stepped towards Chloe, who tripped and fell down the empty syringe dropping from her hand. Chloe wanted to intervene and help her friend, but she could not move her limbs. Her mind was cloudy and the only thing she heard was the fast beating of her heart. Stacie wanted to grab the syringe, but she was violently pushed to the ground by two policemen. Her head was being pressed hard against the stones in the pavement and one cop pressed his knee into her back. Another nurse sat down on his knees as he quickly emptied another syringe into Stacie's arm. Then everything went black.

When Chloe slowly woke up, she saw flickering lights above her. She grunted as the sounds of people around her pierced through her ears. Her hands moved to her ears to cover them, but her wrists were tied to the bed she was laying on. Her eyes widened and she tried to break free. The leather straps cut into her skin as she realized she was lying on a card and the lights above her were the lights on the ceiling flashing by. For the first time in 3 months, she was inside again.

Her body twitched as she gasped for the fresh air her body had gotten used to. The toxic smell of chemicals engulfed her brain through her nose. She tried to fight again, as she was slowly being suffocated.

"She's waking up!" someone said.

"Give her another dose!"

Chloe's eyes widened as she saw how someone took another syringe. She tried to jump away from it, but her restraints didn't let her. She screamed as they lowered one side of her top and injected another dose of an unknown liquid into her body.

Beca's eyes fluttered open. A sharp pain in her head made her eyes squint before trying to open them again. Her whole body was sore she noticed when she moved. She tried not to move two things at the same time. Slowly, she opened her eyes. After that, she tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. She tilted her head a bit.

"Well, hello." she heard a soft male voice say.

A male, blonde, thirtysomething doctor carefully moved into her line of sight. The room in which she was only lit by a small nightlight on her left.

"Can you hear me miss Michell? Rebecca?"

She tried to respond.

"Shhh… you don't need to talk." he said. "I'm doctor Baker."

He took a small flashlight from his pocket and shined the light into her eyes while he held her lids open.

"I want you to know you're going to be okay."

The pain in her head was crushing her skull.

"You are underfed and dehydrated, but no signs of permanent damage. You may feel confused or scared. That is completely normal."

"I-..." she managed to say, before coughing, sending a sharp pain through every nerve and muscle in her body.

"Where's everyone?"

"We made the decision to let you all rest separately."

"Are they okay? What happened to Aubrey?"

"Miss Posen she… She lost a lot of blood through her cuts into her abdomen and calf. There was also water inside her lungs, which we think comes from a recent drowning, is that correct?"

Beca swallowed. "Yes."

"It will take longer for her to recover, but she should be okay. Miss Beale, she showed signs of severe psychological trauma when the paramedics tried to help her. Miss Conrad showed the same signs."

"Can I go see them?"

"You need to rest, try to sleep some more."

"You don't understand, I need to see them."

"I understand you may feel distressed, but you can see your friends later. Your family is also on their way to visit you." he said as he turned around. But halfway, he turned back.

"I understand you have been through a lot the last few months. You are assigned a psychiatrist, but I need to know if anything on that island that happened to you or your friends what is of my concern as your doctor. You mentioned miss Posen had almost drowned…" he sat down on her bed and looked friendly into her eyes.

"You are asking me what happened to Bumper."

"I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Allen was dead when the boat picked you up."

"You want to know who killed him…" Beca said softly. This was going to have consequences, she realized and her body started to tremble when she thought about it.

"Rebecca, my job is to take care of those who are in this hospital, not to solve murder investigations." he said reassuringly. "But I do need to know what happened to you and your friends over the course of your stay."

Beca looked hopelessly lost.

"Like for example," he started, "we have found traces of Scopolamine in your blood…"

"I don't…" Beca said as she shook her head.

"That's okay." the doctor said. "What do you know about miss Posen's condition?"

"She… She was taken by the guys."

"What do you mean by taken?" he asked as he made a note on the clipboard in his hands.

"She was taken against her will. We got her back one day later."

"Has she told any of you what happened to her while she was away?"

"She…" Beca thought, but she didn't recall. "No… She hasn't spoken since she returned."

The doctor sighed and went with his fingers through his hair.

"What about miss Beale?" he suddenly said looking her directly in the eye.

"She's… She was raped."

He nodded and scribbled something down on the paper again.

"Why don't you seem surprised?"

"What do you mean?" the doctor said.

"You already knew that, how did you know?"

"You know what, you should rest. We'll talk about this in the morning."

But Beca's mind couldn't rest. She needed to see the others and make sure they were okay. When the doctor had left she was alone in the room. She pulled the IV out of her arm, leaving it dripping alongside its stand. She tossed her legs over the side of the bed. Now she saw how dirty she was. Her legs were covered with a thick layer of sand and dust, which was almost carved into her skin and toenails. She placed her dirty feet on the cold tiles and stood up, using the night stand with the light to hold her up. With a few uncertain steps, she was at the doorstep. As it was night, the whole hallway was abandoned. The only light that reached the pale walls came from the moon and the stars outside, as well as the emergency exit signs. Without knowing why, she entered the hallway on her left, supporting her body by leaning on the steel bar that was attached to the wall.

Her mind was blank as she took a shaky breath. She closed her eyes as she decided to take a quick break when she saw the world spinning before her eyes. Her head rested against the wall and she looked out of the large windows on the other side of the hallway. In the distance, she saw how lights lightened the city. She wasn't even sure where she was, but she was back to the civilized world. All the people around her emitted a certain radiation, even with her being all alone in this hallway. The radiation pressed against her skin and made it harder for her to breathe and to think.

She took an uncertain step again and she arrived at another doorstep. The room was completely dark. Beca, still numb from the painkillers stumbled towards the place where her bed was in the other room, hoping that there would be a bed as well. She stumbled over the nightstand and hit her head against something when she fell on her knees. Reaching to her right, there was indeed a person and she indeed felt a person lying in the bed. Her fingertips softly traced over the body to the person's face. Her fingers brushed through locks of long hair, of which she could not define the color. In pitch black darkness, her other hand traced over the person's face, resting on a specific spot above her eyebrow. The scar her finger traced, confirmed what she had thought before.

She sat down on the bed next to the girl and rubbed her shoulder.

"Chloe…"

But when the redhead didn't respond, she laid down and hugged her for dear life.

"Chloe… I'm here."