Chapter 10

Safe

A wise man once warned, "She has misled him by the abundance of her persuasiveness. By the smoothness of her lips she seduces him."

The John Doe with the GSW to the neck was rushed straight to surgery without him waking up. It was going to take some time to repair as the injury had been left for a long time without any medical attention. There was extensive nerve damage and some tissue damage. No bones were broken, which was something.

The OR nurse smoothed his hair and tucked it into a cover. She checked his hands for rings, and removed his watch, placing it in a property bag. She checked his eyes for contact lenses. She thought someone must be missing this young man. He must have a girl friend, or even a boy friend somewhere missing him and worrying about him. Gently she stroked his pretty face.

"I'd sure miss you!" she thought as she prepared him for surgery

The police had been called, as was the law whenever a GSW was presented in the ER, but as John Doe was still unconscious when he had been taken to theatre, they had yet to speak to him. They sat, the two of them, in the waiting area, ready for when the OR had finished with him, and he was brought back down and put on a ward. The older of the two kept looking at his watch. There were things he'd rather be doing than sitting here doing nothing. He picked up a copy of Cosmopolitan, and idly flicked through the pages.

-0-0-0-

Aaron woke up after a disturbed sleep, and a distressing dream, where Spencer had walked away from him, and allowed wild animals to attack him and tear into him. He was relived to wake up and realise that he was dreaming, but the feeling of abandonment were still there, even when he knew it was a dream.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still in the cave, lying strapped onto a wooden bed, his arms still free. He put his hands against the hole in his chest. The pain had changed now to a deep throbbing ache. The hurt made him want to vomit, the effort to suppress the feeling made his body shake violently. He licked his dry lips and tasted his own blood. He turned his head, looking for the girl who was taking care of him. She was sitting across the room, reading a book by the light of a weak torch. She heard the bed creak as he moved, and she looked up, and closed the book.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up." she said, and she crossed the room to Aaron. She sat on the bed next to him and started to touch his face. "You are very beautiful; did you know that You have the most amazing eyes!" She put a hand behind his neck, holding onto his hair, and she bent forward and kissed his lips. The kiss was long and deep, Aaron was unable to pull away. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away.

"Didn't you like that?" she asked, running her hands down the sides of his chest to his hips.

Aaron was in great pain and was having difficulty breathing. Seduction was furthest from his mind. His main concern was to keep alive and breathing until Spencer returned for him. He turned his head away from her as she leaned down to kiss him again. She kissed the side of his neck and pressed her face into his hair.

"You smell so good." she whispered to him. He weakly pushed her.

"Please...stop..." he gasped. "Don't ...do this!"

Suddenly, she sat astride his hips, and was undoing the buckle of his belt. He put his hands down and tried to do it up again, but she easily shoved his hands away. He tried again as she undid his zip, but he couldn't stop her. He put his hands to his face and cried. He could do nothing to stop what was happening to him; he could not prevent his body from responding to her.

He tried again to push her away, he tried to turn his body away from her, but it hurt too much, and he didn't have the strength left. She caught hold of his wrists and held them down. He lay back on the bed and cried, begging her to stop.

She leaned down and kissed his tears from his face. He turned his head to the side, but for all her young age, she was stronger than he was, and he couldn't do anything.

Aaron tried not to respond, but even in his weak and damaged condition, he couldn't help it. He moaned and cried and sobbed, until at last she had finished, and got off the bed. She retrieved the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and covered his now naked body. She kissed his lips again. He didn't try to prevent her. It was too late for that.

"I'll be back with some water for you in a while." she said, combing his hair with her fingers. "I love you." and she was gone.

Aaron was overcome with nausea. He turned his head on one side and threw up blood and vomit, his chest in agony as he heaved and gagged and vomited everything out of his insides. His eyes watered and his open wound bled again, and he whimpered with pain and self loathing. He lay back on the pillow and tried to catch his breath again.

...oh god oh no...what have I done?...oh god...I am so sorry!

He cried and couldn't stop; each sob pulling away more of his fragile sanity, Aaron was unable to comprehend what had just happened to him. He felt dirty and disgusting, and very afraid. She may have been underage...she only looked about fifteen.

He had to get out of here. But there was no chance. He was too weak to fight against the straps holding him down, and too badly injured to go anywhere without help.

He cried himself to sleep as exhaustion took over his body.

-0-0-0-

Spencer woke up in the recovery room. The first thing that he thought of was Aaron. And the second thing was fear! He had left him in the river passage! What if it flooded again?

He tried to get off the bed, and was about to fall on the floor when a nurse arrived to prevent it. She put the side of the bed up. He put his hand on hers.

"Please!" he said. "I need to speak to the police! It's urgent!"

"Well, they want to see you as well!" she said. "They are waiting outside for you. We have to call them for gun shot wounds." She took his notes from the bottom of the bed. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Spencer Reid. I'm with the FBI. It's vital that I speak to the police now. An agent's life depends on it." He stared up at her. "Please. It's very important! How long have I been here?"

"It's been about four hours since we received the emergency call. I'll go and talk to the police officers now. You will be able to speak with them very soon."

Spencer just hoped that it wasn't too late. Aaron had been badly injured. He needed to get help to him quickly.

The nurse came back and checked his OBs. "I've spoken to the police officers, and told them who you are. You can meet with them now. I'm going to take you to a private ward."

She pushed the bed out of recovery and to the lift. She pressed the call button, and they went down to the surgical ward. The two cops were waiting in his room.

The nurse made Spencer comfortable, he was getting agitated. He just wanted her to go away so he could talk to the cops.

"There are children living in the woods in caves, and I had to leave my partner back in the river tunnel, and we have to get him out before it floods again!"

The cops stared at him for a moment, then the older one said, "Ok, let's start at the beginning, shall we?"