This is the last chapter... Which I left kinda open at the end... For potential to start up again when things slow down for me. Also, I realized that a lot of my stories involved Mackenzie getting beaten up or raped and I'm sad for her... I need to stop writing these things.

"Will?!" Sloan burst into the waiting room, searching the seated crowd frantically.

"Here," he stood up and motioned for her to join the group.

"Mac? She's... She's okay, right?" She asked breathless as she sat next to Jim and Charlie.

"Not sure." Jim said emotionless.

"They took her back there for the- the... Um, the-" Will couldn't finish and say the actual words.

"Rape test." Jim added for him.

"Yeah," Will sat down, in a haze. Even though he's known that this has happened before and even though he's aware that this just happened in front of him, he could not say the words.

"Jesus Christ." Sloan joined the haze.

Sloan and Jim were asleep first, before Don showed up. Maggie was the last to show up, surprising everyone with coffees and sandwiches. Now Maggie and Charlie were in a deep conversation, which was slowly dulling Will into a slumber.

It had been almost an hour when the nurse came out calling toWill.

"She's got a lot of injuries," the nurse started. "She has a fractured wrist and ribs, severe bruising on her face, arms, abdomen and legs."

"Can I see her?" He practically begged.

"Mr. McAvoy," she lowered her voice, "we ran a rape test as you requested, it did come back positive. An officer needs to take her statement today. Ms. McHale seems to be extremely traumatized by the event. She's been fighting us the entire time."

"She's nervous, she doesn't like hospitals at all."

"We still need to draw blood and hook up an IV, if I bring you back there can you get her to settle down?"

"Yes," he said quickly. He glanced back at the group, most of them sleeping soundly.

She led him back quickly to where Mackenzie's bed was, he could hear her voice being carried through out the hallway. She sounded hysterical.

When he stepped behind the curtain, her face was as red as a tomato from crying. Her hands warded off anyone who tried to touch her.

"Kenzie," he was at her side immediately. She twisted in the bed, practically jumping into his arms. Her crying became even more hysterical at the sight of him.

"I want to go." It was barely audible over her crying. Her face was crushed in his chest.

"Hey," he whispered, trying to pull her face out of his chest and to where he could see it. "Sweetie, I swear to you, I would love to get you out of here and take you away from all of this."

"Hmmm." Came from her as she tried to crawl back into his chest. His hands held her face at a distance.

"Mackenzie, you need to let them finish their job. This will put Brian away. Please do this, for me?"

"Billy," she whimpered while nodding her head. He slowly eased her back into a laying position. "Don't go." She gripped onto his hand as tightly as she could.

"Mackenzie," the young doctor appeared at her side. "Are you feeling pain at all?"

She looked at Will and then looked back at the doctor nodding her head.

"Add morphine to her IV please." The doctor spoke quickly to the nurses.

Mackenzie watched as the nurse started to set up her IV. She jumped when the cold alcohol swab rubbed her skin. Just before they were about to make contact with the needle, Will squeezed her hand.

"Look at me." He whispered softly, kneeling down so their heads where level, he took his free hand and cupped her face, he held her hand with his tightly. "I'm going to get you out of here as soon as possible. The morphine they are giving you is going to knock you out," she started to panic, as he knew she would. "But I'm not leaving you. I will be here when you you wake up. Okay?"

"Will- please..." He could see her eyes start to close.

"Don't be scared, I'm right here." He whispered in her ear right before her eyes closed.

"Thank you," the nurse replied to Will. He just smiled in response.

"This should keep her out for most of the night. In the morning, when she does wake, she can head home. We can discharge her as soon as she wakes up."

"Okay." Will didn't take his eyes off her.

"She should rest for a few days. Not a lot of stress or anxiety or physical activity."

"Got it." Will brushed the hair off her forehead. "I've gotta tell our friends, so they can go home. But can I stay?"

"Sure," the nurse smiled.

Will went back out and told everyone the update and they should go home. Charlie, despite the recent vacation they just had, told Will to keep her out of the newsroom for a least a week. Then he settled into the chair in her room.

He woke before she did in the morning and gathered the nurse for the discharge papers. Mackenzie was quiet until they got back to his place.

"You want to shower and change out of the hospital clothes?"

She nodded. He guided her into his bedroom's bathroom. He pulled out a clean towel and turned to her.

"You okay? Do you want me to help you?"

She shook her head.

"I'll leave some clothes on the bed for you to put on. You hungry?"

She shook her head again.

"Mackenzie?" He moved closer, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You're safe here."

"Okay." She said quietly.

"Kenz..." He pulled her in for a hug. As soon as her head hit his chest the tears started falling.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly.

"For what?"

"I'm damaged now. You won't love me."

"What?" He pulled her away to look in her face.

"He ruined me."

"Mackenzie Morgan McHale." He smiled, cupping her face in his hands, he tears making her face wet. "I will always love you. I'm going to prove and show you that you are amazing and you deserve to be loved."

"Billy,"

"No, Mac," he was more stern. "You are the most beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, strong and determined person I've ever met. I love you."

"You love me?"

"Yes, I need you to believe me."

"I love you so much, Billy." Mackenzie threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.