Hello Readers!

Finally got around to editing this chapter.

THIS IS YOUR ONE WARNING: People may find this chapter disgusting. Personally, I find it more heroic than disgusting. Don't worry. Claudia doesn't barf or anything. Not that kind of disgusting. Without revealing too much, I'm just disclaiming that now. Also deals with sexual abuse and smut(ish) themes. Don't like, don't read.

But please let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Her head was killing her. The moment they had gotten inside the Warehouse, Artie had started ranting about a ping and it was touch and go from there. Myka left immediately for Washington, and Pete and Steve were getting more instructions. Typing at her computer, she closed her eyes as the boys rushed around.

Just then, an alarm went off beeping at high decibels, resonating in her already throbbing head, and it was the last straw. The world slowed down, angles became sharper, voices farther away, the edges of her vision fading to grey.

"Claudia," Steve was stepping towards her. She tried to concentrate on her partner moving in slow motion through the blackness and the throbbing but found it impossible. He cocked his head at a snails pace and his lips moved, out of sync with the voice she heard. "are you-"

A sharp pain ripped through her abdomen and her legs collapsed as the world faded to black.

"Claudia!" Artie called, "which sector-"

He whirled around expecting to see his apprentice typing at the computer but instead was cut-off by the alarmed yells of Steve and Pete.

"Claudia!" They shouted in unison.

Steve caught her and Artie's eyes grew wide at sight of his surrogate daughter collapsed on be floor.

"Claudia!" Artie rushed to her side and looked sharply up at Steve, his eyes accusatory.

"Steve, breathe. NOW."

Steve held up his hands in panic. "It's not me! I'm fine!"

Meanwhile Pete had remained relatively calm and tried to scoop Claudia up in his strong arms. He stopped abruptly when he noticed-

"Uh. Guys?" Pete's voice changed from strong and capable to hushed with seeds of fear. He gestured to the pool of blood that seeped from between Claudia's legs. "We got a problem."

Artie turned ashen and gripped the wall next to him so he wouldn't faint at the sight of blood.

Steve and Pete stared at each other for half a second.

"We need Myka or Leena."

Pete opened his Farnsworth, and Myka's annoyed face greeted him.

"I just left! What, Pete? " Myka snapped as she looked down.

"It's Claudia." Pete said with tears in his eyes. He turned the farnsworth so Myka could see the problem.

Her annoyed tone dropped immediately and a concerned expression dawned her face.

"Oh my god! What happened? What are you doing talking to me? Get her to a hospital right away!"

"Steve's working on it." Indeed, Steve had opened his cell and was trying to get Claudia to wake up as he called an ambulance. "But it's hard to get an ambulance in the middle of nowhere." Pete turned the Farnsworth. "The thing is, well-"

He showed her the pool of blood and Myka stopped in her tracks.

"She couldn't just have her period... Right?" Pete asked.

"Oh my god." Myka said breathing deeply and taking charge. "Okay. Okay this is what you have to do. I'm on my way. Is Leena still gone?"

Pete nodded, starting to really panic now that Claudia remained unconscious even as Steve called her. That and the fact she was steadily becoming white as a sheet and colder and colder even as he was holding her.

"Mykes." His panicked eyes sought hers. "She's losing too much blood."

Myka nodded. "You have to stop the bleeding, otherwise she'll bleed out. Get her out of those jeans now. Thats too much blood for one period. Find a way to stop the bleeding. I'm coming as fast as I can."

Pete recoiled. "Marine!" Myka shouted, angry he wasn't springing into action. "Get it together and save her. Now!"

As Pete looked up, Steve was already unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down Claudia's small frame. Blood coated her pale inner thighs and dripped onto the floor.

"Ambulance is on the way," Steve was saying tersely as he battle with Claudia's too tight jeans, "but its 45 minutes out. I think we'd better just drive there ourselves. They said to stop the bleeding as well. Any way we could. "

Meanwhile, Artie showed Dr. Calder Claudia's predictament and was trying not to hyperventilate.

"I can't tell what happened to her from here, but it looks like something burst inside of her. She would have had a lot of bleeding in her abdomen before it started coming out. " Dr. Calder leaned into the Farnsworth, her face as grim as night.

"Before you get her to the umbilicus you need to plug her up. I'm sorry. Forget about her modesty, although it might be best if Steve took it from here."

Steve took a breath and pulled back Claudia's pink and black underwear only to find a myriad of strings hanging out.

"Tampons?" He guessed.

Dr. Calder swore loudly. "I'm coming. But until the ambulance gets there, Steve. I'm sorry, you have to plug her. "

"But how!" Pete said frustratingly. "Any cloth we put on she'll just bleed through and we don't have anything else."

"For god's sake!" Dr Calder said, near yelling now. "Put yourself inside her. You won't absorb her blood and it will keep her from bleeding out. Depending on where the rupture is, you might even stop the bleed! Steve we don't have time to waste. Do it now or she'll die."

Just then, Claudia coughed and shuddered. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back and forth underneath them. Steve and Pete immediately turned their attention to her.

"Claudia. Claudia! Can you hear me?" Pete asked.

He had never seen the teen so still before. It scared him more than the fact she was ruining the rug beneath him.

She gasped and flickered her unseeing eyes back and forth between the three men leaned over her, her lips struggling to find purchase, just barely forming the word "help."

"Claudia. Can you look at me?" Steve asked her. "I need you to stay calm and you need to stay awake."

She was seeing spots and Steve's voice seemed so far away but she tried to concentrate on him.

"Bleeding." She coughed out. "Hurts." She whimpered.

Blue eyes met brown as Steve took her hand.

"I know" Steve began, swallowing. "You're bleeding from... down there. A lot. Dr. Calder said I had to plug you up with my body. Is that okay?"

Claudia blinked. "Steve." The whisper came out in chunks, like she couldn't breathe. Her eyes glazed over and Artie came rushing back in, pushing a magazine at Steve. "The original Playboy. It will get you up so you can get inside her. Just do it before I have to kill you."

Artie barely glanced at Steve, instead cradling the apprentice's head in his lap.

Steve touched the magazine and an instant arousal pulsed through him, causing him to groan. Claudia's eyes fluttered, making a noise somewhere between a strangled moan and gasp.

"Connected." Artie mumbled to himself. "It must be pain as well as pleasure. That's why Steve had to be the one…"

Steve freed himself and positioned himself at her growing entrance.

"Claudia?" Steve said. "I need to enter. Is that okay?"

"Steve!" She screamed, a bubble of blood forming and popping at her mouth. He pushed inside her carefully. She was hot and wet. But not exactly the kind he was used to. Blood mingled with her juices and surrounded his twitching dick.

When his hips were flush to hers, he motioned Pete to help him pick Claudia up so they could get her outside the umbilicus and wait for the hospital.

She screamed and sobbed mercilessly, biting Steve's shoulder as they carried her too light frame outside and into the back of Pete's car, Steve laying on his back across the seat, Claudia on top of him.

Halfway to Featherhead (the nearest hospital) with Pete's foot gunned on the floor, Claudia began undulating, rubbing Steve against her.

"Feels good. " She choked out, eyes still glassy. "Move"

Steve turned his disbelieving eyes on her.

"Yeah Claude," he began uneasily, "I don't know if that's such a good idea right now."

He glanced up at the front seat, and could see his statement as the truth, especially considering Artie's eyebrows raised considerably and his expression turned violent when she moved against him.

He twisted his hips slightly against her to ease her movements anyways. Somehow he didn't have the heart to deny her one request. Every bump of the road jolted them and he grew nearer to orgasm, even if he didn't want to orgasm in a car with Pete and Artie, inside this girl who was half-dead.

Claudia mumbled something unintelligible and blacked out.

So? What did you think? Will Claudia make it?

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