"That's my girlfriend!" Dean cried, running by her side.
"Dean." She huskily whispered, in between he wheezes. She was dressed in her pajama bottoms and her bra was on, but unclipped in the back. He was terrified of what happened, but her scooped her up, placing her on the gurney, and leaving a kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too." He blew her another kiss, as Rachael returned, with various fluid injections in her arms. She handed them one by one to Dr. Stevens, as she injected them beneath Alex's pale skin. But Alex's eyes began to grow wide, rolling around her head. She was beginning to drift into an unconscious phase.
"She's losing too much blood! Look at her stomach!" Dr. Stevens shouted, her eyes falling on her stomach flooded with blood. "Bring her into the closest room! We need to stitch this up immediately!"
"Please help her. I love her so much." Dean cried, following the doctors into the room. Jerry, Theresa, Justin, and Max followed, terrified of what were to happen.
"What's going on?" Theresa questioned, her head pounding with confusion.
"Mason was abusing her! Now he somehow found her and this is what happened!" Dean informed, tears drowning his face. He couldn't wait till everything was back to normal. He couldn't wait till Alex was eating again and healthy and happy.
"I'm going to find him!" Justin furiously headed for the exit, only to be stopped by his Mother.
"You're not going anywhere. The police will find him." She sobbed, pulling her youngest son into a hug.
"Justin!" Juliet called, running into his arms. She tightly hugged him, rubbing his back. He sobbed into her shoulder, leaving a wet stain on her shirt.
"I can't believe this is happening. Why would she starve herself? Why would somebody abuse her? She's so beautiful and happy. Why did this happen?"
"It's okay, Justin. Everything is going to be okay." Juliet tried to comfort him, but wasn't getting very far.
Alex suddenly awoken, but wish she didn't as she felt the pain in her stomach. She felt sick as she saw them stitching her stomach up. Dean ran to her side, intertwining his hand with hers. "I love you so much. Never forget that. No matter what happens, always remember I love you."
"I love you too." She sobbed, more memories flashing through her head. The doctors finally finished stitching her up. Her breathing was study and she was conscious. The only problems were, she was sick and traumatized.
"Alex what's going on?" Theresa was severely confused, craving to be filled in on what was happening. "And Dr. Stevens, is she diagnosed with Bulimia or Anorexia?"
"She is Anorexic. The results show Bulimia and Anorexia, which is quite impossible, but she told us she started out bingeing and purging, but than began to starve herself, which is common. Most victims of Anorexia begin with Bulimia, but realize they're not losing enough weight. Anorexia is more efficient in losing weight, but can be more deadly."
"Thank you." Theresa calmed a bit, before turning her attention to her daughter. "Is it true, Mason is abusing you?"
The only thing Alex could do was nod. More tears traced a path in her cheek, as she looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry."
"I knew it!" Justin furiously clenched his fists, feeling a wave of emotions. "I hate that man!"
"Alex, why are you sorry?"
"I'm causing you all so much trouble." She sobbed, feeling Dean's hand rest against her shoulder.
"No you're not. None of what is going on is your fault." Theresa took a step closer, wiping her tears away. "Alex, what was Mason doing to you?"
"Beat me, harass me, sexually assault me, and verbally abuse me." She whispered, continuing to sob.
"What did he do to you now? Why were half of your clothes off?" Dean questioned, stroking her dark curls.
"He…he almost…rape…raped me." She struggled to let the words slip, but managed.
"How did you get the scratch?"
"A found a pair of glasses, broke them, and scratched me."
"What di…"
"Please no more questions. Ask my therapist." She innocently asked, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm sorry Alex. We're just so worried about you."
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