A/N: Since the last chapter was short and this one's short, I decided I would go ahead and post it. Enjoy.
"What the HELL are you doing to her?" My mind barely registers the braided man's voice. I am in such pain! I wish I could black out but for some reason, my mind is not obliging. "Ho-ly Shit. Heero needs to see this."
I am lying limply on my stomach. I could not move if I wanted to. I hurt too badly. Even breathing brings fresh stabs of pain through my body. For the first time, I really want to die. It couldn't possibly be any more painful than this. I no longer try to hold back the tears that course down my face. I don't know how much they can see in the light of the lamp. It doesn't matter now if they see me as weak. They know I cannot fight back.
"What's going on?" a new, deep voice demands. "Trowa, why is your shirt covered in blood?"
"It isn't mine, Heero. It's hers."
There is a curse. "What happened to her?"
"We don't know," the blonde answers. "But this explains why she didn't want us touching her."
"Did you document this, Wufei?"
"Of course," the Chinese man snaps. "Just tell me, Heero, did you really kill the bastard?"
"We're awaiting DNA confirmation that it really is him, but we're almost 100% positive."
"Good. Because if you hadn't I'd have to strangle him with my bare hands. This is reprehensible."
I'm not sure I heard him correctly through my pain. He's angry…at him? Does this mean that they aren't working for him? I don't want to get my hopes up. It could still be a trick.
"We can't extract her until morning. Will you be able to keep her pain under control until then?"
"Given the extent of her injuries, I doubt that we have anything that will keep her pain under control. However, I will do what I can."
"I wish Sally had been sent with us. This girl needs to be checked thoroughly but I highly doubt she'll let you do it."
"I know, Heero. I've already sent word ahead to Sally about her."
"Have you identified the girl?"
"No. The only sound she's made was that scream. Even when I set her leg, she didn't make a sound."
The new voice swears again. "See if you can get her to talk. We'll need to get her statement as soon as possible to prosecute the surviving members of the trafficking ring."
I hear the tent flap open followed by a zipper. I flinch as someone starts bandaging my back. It hurts, but not as much as the antibiotic did. Once they are finished with my back, I feel a blanket being placed over me. I lie there, begging my mind to fall into unconsciousness. There are murmurs around me as the men speak amongst themselves, but I am not listening. Somehow, their quiet voices lull me to sleep.
