Alyssa whimpered softly in her sleep. The cuts and bruises that festooned her body stood out against the white satin sheets. Her face pinched against the pain and the drugs that were leaving her system.

Murphy rolled over onto his back. He sighed deeply as he felt Emily begin to un-fasten his jeans, immediately forgetting about the young girl in the bed next to them.

'Emily...' he moaned, 'wha' are ye doin'?'

Emily didn't answer. She slowly pulled his jeans and boxers off his hips. She began to stroke him, getting him nice and hard for whatever he might be wanting to do. Murphy smirked.

'Baby...' he whispered, 'don't...no' righ' now...'

Emily didn't listen. She slowly began to kiss up his chest, making a trail to his lips. She kissed him deeply, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Murphy's eyes popped open. He soon realized that it wasn't Emily when he felt her kiss him.

'WHA' THA FUCK!' he bellowed, shoving Alyssa off of him.

Alyssa threw herself off the end of the bed. She lifted up the skirt, hiding under it. Emily jumped, looking around with bleary, blood-shot eyes.

'What's going on, Murphy?' she mumbled, 'why are you screaming?'

Murphy pulled his jeans and boxers up.

'She gave me a fuckin' 'and job an' shoved 'er fuckin' tongue down me throat is wha',' he growled as he re-fastened his jeans.

Emily groaned. She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to fight against her anger.

'I don't think I want to know what the poor girl has gone through...' she said.

Murphy looked around.

'Where is she?' he asked.

Emily could hear the sound of someone whimpering. She slowly got off the bed, lifting up the skirt. Alyssa was cowering under the bed, her arms over her head. Emily sighed.

'Come on out, honey,' she said.

'No...' whimpered Alyssa, 'you're mad at me...'

''m no' mad at ye, lass,' said Murphy as he joined his wife, 'ye jus' gave me a fright is all.'

Alyssa didn't move. Murphy reached out towards her, gently brushing his fingertips along her arm.

'Come on out, Lyss,' he said softly, 'yer gonna be fine.'

Alyssa looked at Murphy. She slowly reached out, grabbing his hands so he could pull her out.

'There ye go, lass...' said Murphy, gently pulling her into his lap, 'yer safe...'

'I'm sorry I was bad...' sobbed Alyssa, 'I thought that's what you wanted...I thought that's why you were in the bed with me...'

'You wanted us to stay with you, Alyssa,' said Emily softly, 'don't you remember?'

Alyssa shook her head. She gasped.

'I'm gonna g-get s-ick...' she whimpered.

Emily hissed through her teeth. She grabbed the trash bucket, handing it to Alyssa just in time. Emily cringed at the sound of Alyssa throwing up.

'I think this is more than just being starved, beaten, and dehydrated, Murphy...' she said.

Murphy nodded.

'Aye,' he said, 'she's goin' through withdrawals like ye an' Rebecca did...bu' I don' know wha' she was on...'

They heard two throats clear from the doorway. Connor and Rebecca were standing there, watching them.

'Do ye need any 'elp?' asked Connor.

Alyssa began to have a seizure just as Murphy was about to answer. Murphy bit down on his lip, gently laying her on the floor. He buried his face in his hands, letting out a strangled sob. Emily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. Rebecca sighed.

'I'm calling Simon,' she said.

Connor walked over to help his brother pick Alyssa up as Rebecca talked to Simon. He looked over at her when she hung up.

'So, what's he doin'?' he asked.

'He'll be on his way over when he's done with the last of his paperwork,' answered Rebecca.

Connor nodded. He looked down at Alyssa, his eyes full of sadness and sorrow, also remembering about how he took care of Rebecca after the rescue. Murphy growled.

'I want ta kill whoever did this ta 'er...' he said, 'they're gonna fuckin' pay...'

'We'll find 'em eventually, Murph,' said Connor, patting his brother on the shoulder, 'an' when we do, they'll be sorry.'

Suddenly, they heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. Emily sighed.

'I'll get it,' she said.

Everyone watched as Emily went running out of the room. Murphy gently pulled Alyssa into his lap, stroking her hair.

Emily returned a few moments later with Simon. He was young, about twenty-three years old. He had slick, dark brown hair and bright, friendly blue eyes. Alyssa whimpered when she saw him set his black medical bag down on the bed.

'Hello, Alyssa,' he said kindly as he pulled out a syringe, 'I'm Doctor Tam. I'm gonna give you some medicine to help you get better.'

Alyssa began to shake in Murphy's arms. Murphy stroked her hair, soothing her.

'Shh...' he whispered in her ear, 'Simon's gentle. He's no' gonna 'urt ye...'

'No...' whimpered Alyssa, 'he's got a ne-needle...'

Emily nodded to Murphy. Murphy placed his finger under Alyssa's chin, gently tilting her head up so she could look in his eyes, the same way he did to Emily when Simon went to take care of her and Rebecca. Simon beamed at Murphy as he pulled out some alcohol and a cotton ball to swab her inner elbow.

'Yer gonna be fine, Alyssa,' said Murphy softly, gesturing to Connor to hold her arm so Simon could clean her, 'I promise.'

Alyssa whined. Connor gently but firmly held her arm out. Alyssa flinched as she felt something cold on her inner elbow. She was so deep in thought she didn't even feel the prick of the needle. No sooner did Simon give her the shot, she was asleep. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief as Murphy set her down against the pillows.

'She might sleep for a few hours or a few days,' said Simon as he hooked an IV into her hand, 'this will keep her hydrated while she sleeps. Emily knows how to change them.'

'What about food, Simon?' asked Emily, 'poor girl must be starving.'

'Keep her on broth, saltines, toast, applesauce, and things like that for at least a couple of days before you start giving her anything more substantial,' said Simon, 'the IV will be enough for now. Ease her back into eating.'

Everyone nodded. Simon hugged them all before walking out the door. He sighed.

'Good luck...' he whispered.