Warnings for graphic violence and sexual assault. There is also a brief talk about rape, but it's not detailed.

Blue Bloods

I woke to quiet voices. I fought to open my eyes and saw dad and Danny sitting in chairs on either side of my bed.

"Hi, kiddo, How are you feeling?" Dad asked. He put his hand on my cheek, and I smiled, leaning into the gentle touch.

"Tired," I whispered, it still hurt to talk.

"Are you in pain?" He asked.

I nodded and brought my good hand to my throat.

"Okay. Danny?"

I looked over and watched Danny smile and walk out the door.

"Thirsty?"

I nodded again.

Dad reached over and grabbed a cup with a straw. He held it out, and I took it with my left hand before taking a few sips. I handed it back, and he placed it on the table. I looked over when the door opened and watched as a nurse followed Danny in.

"Hello, sweetheart. I hear your throat is hurting." She said softly.

I nodded, and she smiled. "How are you otherwise? Does anything else hurt?"

I thought for a minute, trying to concentrate on my injuries. I nodded and pointed to my hand.

"Okay, let's just get you something and then I'll get out of your hair." She said with a smile. She washed her hands, grabbed some gloves, and pulled a syringe out of her pocket. She pulled the cap off and injected it into the IV in the back of my hand. "There you go. You should be able to feel it in a few minutes. If you need anything else, just press the call button."

"Thank you," Dad said. She smiled and left.

I looked at dad. "Where's everyone?" My voice was raw and raspy.

"I sent him home. Everyone is going to come and see you tomorrow when you are moved out of the ICU." Dad answered.

I nodded through a yawn; my eyes were getting heavy again. I didn't want to sleep; I was afraid of what I would see when I closed my eyes.

"Get some sleep," Danny said.

I nodded, but I didn't close my eyes. I couldn't remember dreaming since I've been in the hospital. Was it because of the drugs?

"We'll be right here, Jamie," Dad said softly.

I looked over, and he smiled. I smiled back and reluctantly closed my eyes.

Blue Bloods

Jamie slept through the day and night, only occasionally waking. Each time he did, he would search us out. We would reassure him that he was safe before he would slip off to sleep again. I knew that I was going to have to ask him if he had been...raped, but I wanted to wait until he could stay awake for more than five minutes. Finally, the next morning came, and he was moved out of the ICU. As soon as he was situated, Danny stepped out to call everyone. They were anxious to see Jamie. A few minutes later, he was brought a breakfast of oatmeal. I smiled as he wrinkled his nose when he discovered it was plain. Besides the initial reaction, he ate without complaint. It saddened me to see him scarf it down like he was starving. I wondered when the last time he ate was. The morning he was taken? Maybe lunch that day? I was pulled from my thoughts when the door opened. Danny walked in and stood at the foot of Jamie's bed.

"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" Danny asked.

"Better." His voice still sounded raw, but it had improved.

"You should get some sleep, Jamie," I told him. I watched his face fall with disappointment.

"What is it, son?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes. "I don't want to miss anyone." He whispered.

Before I could assure him that everyone would be here when he woke, the door opened again.

"Jamie!" Erin practically screamed. She moved quickly to his bedside, just barely stopping herself from hugging him. "Can I give you a hug?" She asked hesitantly.

He nodded.

She pulled him into a gentle hug before pulling away and looking him in the eye. "I missed you baby brother."

He smiled. "M'not a baby." He mumbled.

Erin smiled back. "You'll always be my baby brother." She said jokingly.

"Oh, Jamie, it's so good to see you." Pop said. We had been so focused on Erin that we hadn't heard him and Joe come in. He hugged pop and turned to Joe.

"Hi, Joe." Joe walked over and all but tackled him. "Ow." He whispered.

Joe backed off but didn't let go. "Sorry little man."

Jamie looked around the room at everyone before looking down at his lap. Everyone was quiet until tears fell from his eyes. Joe pulled him to his chest and ran a hand through his hair. "It's going to be okay, Jamie. We got you. We'll get through this together." He reassured him. Jamie nodded and pulled back, trying to wipe the tears from his face. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain. I wished that I could just take it all away.

"I know I just," He cleared his throat, and I handed him a cup of water. He took a drink and continued. "I didn't think I was ever going to see you guys again. I thought he was going to k-kill me." He sobbed before Joe pulled him into another hug. He whispered something that no one but Jamie could hear. They rocked slowly, and Jamie slowly quieted until he was asleep. Joe gently laid him back down to the bed and carefully lowered it so that it was more comfortable. He stood and whipped his eyes.

Everyone was in tears. We all watched Jamie sleep; he looked so peaceful. He wasn't afraid or scared, and I hoped the nightmares stayed away.

Blue Bloods

I was trapped in the basement. My hands were tied above my head, and Denis was on top of me. I whimpered in pain as he slowly brought the knife down and cut me again. I had lost count of the injuries he had inflicted. All I could do was cry and beg and tremble in fear.

"I'm going to kill you, Jamie. Slowly. But first, I'm going to have some fun!"

"Pl-please, do-don't."

He laughed and threw the knife across the room. He pulled his shirt off and discarded it.

"NO! Don't! Pl-please don't!" I looked over at Blake's body and saw the coldness of his dead, empty eyes.

Denis grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes. "He can't help you this time, Jamie. I'm going to do whatever I want, and there is no one here to stop me." He said sweetly before kissing me roughly. I gagged and tried to turn my head. He pulled away and backhanded me, and I yelped in surprise and pain.

"Please, d-don't do this."

He laughed again before reaching for his belt.

I started panicking and tried to buck him off. "NO! Get off me! Please don't! Stop, please stop!"

"Jamie, wake up!"

Dad?

Denis pulled his belt from his pants and kissed me again. I screamed in protest.

"Jamie, wake up! It's just a dream! Please, Jamie! Open your eyes!"

Denis pulled back and stood. He flipped me onto my stomach, and I lost it. "NO! DAD, PLEASE HELP ME. GET OFF ME! DAD, PLEASE!" I felt him on top of me, and I tried to kick him away. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the floor. I screamed before everything went dark.

I jolted awake and felt hands holding me down. "No, please! Please don't! Please stop!"

"Jamie! Stop! It's okay; you're safe! you're okay."

I stopped thrashing when I heard dad's voice. "Dad?" I whimpered and looked around frantically until I found him and instantly relaxed.

"I'm here; you're safe. You just had a bad dream."

The hands went away, and I reached out for him. He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear. As long as dad was here, no one was going to hurt me. I didn't know how long we sat like that, but I felt safe, and the drugs made me sleepy, so, eventually, I drifted off.

Blue Bloods

I felt pressure on my leg and panicked a little. I opened my eyes and looked down, instantly relaxing when I saw dad asleep on my leg. I felt more coherent then I had been in a while. I was still tired, but I felt like a fog had lifted from my mind. Was it the drugs? I didn't know, but I was glad I was feeling more like myself. I shifted and tried to get comfortable, but with dad on my leg, I couldn't. I didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't feel my foot. I reached down and shook his arm lightly. "Dad?" He jolted awake, and I flinched back.

He looked around in surprise before his eyes landed on me. "Hey, kiddo."

"Hi," It didn't hurt so much to talk anymore. It kind of just felt like a sore throat.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. Did they have me on a sedative?"

"Yeah, They didn't want you moving around too much. Are you feeling okay? Any pain?"

"A little but I'm okay."

"Okay, good. Do you need anything?"

I shook my head.

"The detectives want to talk to you when you feel up to it."

I looked away. I didn't want to relive what happened. I especially didn't want to tell it to a couple of strangers. "My throat still hurts. I don't think I can talk for long."

"I can tell them to wait awhile. At least until you feel better."

I looked back up and gave him a small smile. "Thanks. Where is everyone?"

"They went to get some real food. The cafeteria food is awful."

"You don't have to stay. You can go home and get some rest."

"I'm not going anywhere. Besides, the doctor said you could come home as early as tomorrow."

"Really? That soon?" I couldn't wait to get home. At the same time, I was afraid. Everything had started there, what if it made the nightmares worse?

"If you don't feel up to it, you can stay."

"No, I...I want to go home."

He nodded and was quiet for a minute. "So you had a pretty bad nightmare. You want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

"It might help."

"Not here. Maybe when we get home." He looked away and nodded before he found my eyes again. I could see fear and sadness and wondered if something was wrong. "Is everything okay?"

"I need to ask you something, and I need you to tell me the truth."

"Ok-okay," I whispered. I knew what he was about to ask, but I still dreaded it.

"That man, Denis, did he...rape you?" He asked, hesitantly.

"No, he uh... he-he tried to but Blake st-stopped him." I felt tears roll down my cheeks, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Okay," He said before pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my left arm around him and buried my face in his shoulder. We cried together for a while before I felt the ever-present exhaustion pull me under.

Blue Bloods

Jamie slept peacefully for a few hours before waking in time for dinner. I watched as he scanned the room before relaxing and focusing on me. It broke my heart to see him so alert even when he was safe.

"Hey, dad."

"Hi, son. How are you doing?"

An annoyed expression crossed his face. "I wish everyone would stop asking me that." He answered.

"I'm sorry. Everyone is just worried about you."

His face softened, and he looked at his lap. "I know it's just… I don't know what people want to hear."

"We want the truth, Jamie. We can't help you if you don't let us know what you need."

I watched as tears gathered in his eyes, feeling my own eyes well. I reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked up, and his tear-streaked face broke my heart. I knew he was in pain, physically and mentally, but I needed him to talk to me.

"I'm not okay. I don't know if I ever will be." He whispered.

I couldn't fight the tears anymore, and they slid down my face. "That's okay Jamie. You don't have to be okay, but I want to help you get better. Maybe not like you were before, but I promise that I will help you with anything you need."

"What happened to De...Denis?" He whispered.

I wanted to tell him that the monster that hurt him was behind bars, that he could never hurt him again. I couldn't lie to him, though. "The police are looking for him."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I want to talk to the detectives."

"Are you sure? We can wait if you want."

He looked me in the eyes. "I might know something that no one else does; it could help them find him." He said sincerely.

"Okay, if that's what you want, I can call them right now."

He looked away and nodded.

"Okay. I'll call them." I stood and walked into the hallway. I told detective Cale that Jamie was ready to talk and went back into the room. "They'll be here in twenty minutes."