[So it came to my attention that I didn't put a RAPE TRIGGER on here. Thank you, Dshell99. Please be aware that there is mention of rape in this chapter. It's very brief. Gather your blankets and pillows, grab the necessary cookies and tea. Cuddle up with a teddy bear or 30. I am so sorry, my little hummingbirds. I love you all.]

It all happened so fast. Nazz was sitting with Martha, Harvey's Mother, one moment and then the next, she was being hauled onto a stretcher. She barely felt the hands that untied her wrists and ankles. She could barely hear the officers talking to her. She could barely feel anything as the adrenaline ran through her veins. With the rush of endorphin's firing through her brain and the adrenaline pulsing through her veins, Nazz went into shock and fainted before the ambulance could even get two blocks from Harvey's house and his basement of horrors.

The last thought that went through her mind was about Kevin and how she needed to tell him she was sorry.

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Peach Creek Hospital - Room 2112 - Nazz

When Nazz awoke, it was to voices. Said voices were talking in low tones, but she could still sense the tension between the two. Her parents were in the middle of an argument about something she couldn't care about right now. Her head was pounding and all she wanted was water. Or at least some peace and quiet.

"Mom. Dad. Please, shut up. My head is killing me." Nazz said quietly. Both of her parents stopped talking mid sentence and both whirled their heads around to look at their daughter.

"NAZZ! Oh my god! My baby! Daniel, get the doctor! Tell him Nazz is awake. Is there anything you want?" Melissa, Nazz's mother, asked her.

"Yes. Water. Please."

Melissa nodded and trotted off to the other side of the room to get the pitcher of water and glass. The door opened right then and in walked the doctor and her dad. Daniel went to stand by the head of Nazz's bed as Melissa came up on her other side with the water her daughter asked for. When the Doctor tried to check on his patient, her father wouldn't move. "Sir, could you please move? I have to check my patient's vital signs."

"I'm not moving from my daughter."

"Sir, please. You are making it difficult to do my job."

"No."

Nazz sighed and rolled her eyes, exasperated with her father and his childish manner. "Dad. Move so he can do his job. He can't do it properly if you don't get out of the way."

Over the top of her head, her parents looked at each other. They both seemed to be having a silent conversation. Their daughter sighed again. "That means move, Dad."

Daniel finally moved after what seemed an eternity. But he only moved to the other side of the bed, still hovering like his wife, Melissa. But, after a murderous glare from the doctor, they both moved out of the way completely and stood by the wall.

"Good morning, Nazz. I am Dr. Eddward Rockwell. I'll be your doctor during your stay here. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Fine, I guess. Just really tired."

"That's to be expected. Your body went through quite the traumatic event. Does anything hurt significantly more than any other part of your body?" He asked, poking and prodding seemingly random places on her body.

She squirmed a little bit. "Not really." She said, shaking her head.

"I see. From what I can tell, you're more serious injuries were well taken care of. Did your kidnapper take care of you after every beating?"

"Yes. He made sure he took care of them before infection set in. Or, at least, that's what he said."

"I'm going to ask you something very serious now, Nazz. Alright?"

"Okay."

"Did he rape you?"

Before she could answer though, her mother started yelling. "What are you implying, Doctor?!"

Dr. Rockwell sighed, obviously very annoyed with this screeching lunatic of a mother. "Mrs. Von, your daughter passed out in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. The paramedics couldn't ask her the necessary questions that they're supposed to ask. Because they couldn't ask her if she'd been raped, she couldn't consent to a rape kit once she arrived here at the hospital. Why? Because she was unconscious."

Her mother only stared at him. "Why would you want to traumatize her further? She's just a child for Christ's sake!"

"We don't want to traumatize her further, Mrs. Von Bartonschmeer. But it is a necessary precaution that we have to take. With every victim, we have to ask."

Nazz's mother continued glaring while her father stared at the floor. He couldn't comprehend that someone could have done this to his baby girl. "Melissa..."

She glared at her husband. "Melissa, we have to let her consent to a kit."

"WHAT?! And let them traumatize her even more? NO."

"And what do you think will happen if she becomes pregnant? How do you think that will traumatize her, finding out that she's pregnant with that psycho's baby?"

Melissa looked at her daughter. "Well. It's up to you then, Nazz. Whatever you decide to do is up to you." Then she crossed her arms and looked away.

"Gee. Thanks Mom for making this so much easier." She sighed, and looked at her doctor. "Please. Go on."

Dr. Rockwell looked at his patient and, "Nazz. Were you raped by your kidnapper while you were in captivity?"

Nazz took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly. "Yes. Yes, he raped me."

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For the next few days, Nazz would be questioned. She underwent a series of tests and hated them all. Her constant thought was of Kevin and how he was doing. He hadn't come to see her since her rescue. She questioned why but all she ever got was a sneer from her mother and an apologetic smile from her father. She wanted to know how he was doing.

The phone rang for a few seconds. "Hello, Kev?"