John took about an hour to get all the open wound closed up and dressed properly. I watched him sadly as he gingerly clean the blood up from my broken lip. John's face was hard to read but his eyes really showed how much he hated the bastard Jim for what he done. When he reached my shoulder I hissed softly in pain as he put little to no pressure on it.

"He dislocated your shoulder..." He frowned as he turned to Sherlock, who was standing in the kitchen watching us carefully.

"Can you hold her down, so I can push it back into place, Sherlock?" He asked as I braced myself for the worse.

Sherlock nodded then walked over and pushed his right hand against my left shoulder and pushed my back against the chair. His other hand was place on my knee to stop me from kicking out in pain. John positioned himself at my shoulder trying to cause as little pain as possible but still caused me to cry out and grab Sherlock's right arm tightly.

"1, 2, and 3" at the three there was a pop and I cried out as my shoulder slide into place.
I panted and squeezed Sherlock's arm tightly until John backed away and gently pushed Sherlock away allowing his arm to slip through my fingers.

"How's the pain Sam?" John asked as I yawned slowly.

"Bearable." I nodded weakly looking up at John and glancing at Sherlock who looked me over.

"Let me grab the sling from my room and a bandage to wrap up your ankle." He mentioned as he walked to the door and gave a glance to Sherlock then I then headed up the stairs.

"I know you can read it on me, Sherlock, so just say it." I frowned as I looked up at him with broken eyes.

"He raped you. Several times, his nails had skin underneath then, clearly yours." He deduced as I placed my hand over the claw marks on my throat.

"It was all there, clear as days just- you didn't want to believe it." I interrupted him, looking at his harden expression.

"It's obvious that you weren't just tortured." He snapped back trying to avoid his feelings like the prick he was.

I laughed weakly and lowered my face allowing my face to be covered, "Don't tell John."

"Don't tell John what?" John's voice interrupted the silence as we glanced at him.

Before any of us could speak, the front door was busted up and shouts were heard from downstairs, Sherlock and John jumped into protective mode, John pulled out his gun and Sherlock taking a step in front of me.

"Where is she?! Sam! Sam?! Where are you?" A familiar voice called out from stairs.

My heart drop as I stumbled weakly to my feet, I cringed as the footsteps ran up the stairs to the landing where we were.

"WHO ARE YOU? AND HOW YOU GET IN?" John shouted at the figure whose form was stopped at the doorway.

"John. Stop!" I shouted weakly as I took a step forward only to grab on to Sherlock's arm for support.

John looked over his shoulder and lowered his gun and allowed the figure to step into the living room, "You know this guy?"

"Sam…" The Doctor's voice broke as he saw my broken form cringing on to Sherlock for dear life.

He walked into the room, his mouth covering his hand in shock and the other running his hand through his hair. I watched as he broke down and choked out the next few words, "Who did this?"

Silence filled the air as I looked down, as if I was a child who has disappointed their parent, and it was made clear to Sherlock.

The silence cause the Doctor to run his hand through his hair more roughly as rage got the better of him, "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" his voice bellowed.

"Moriarty. Jim Moriarty." John responded looking away only to glance at me before he lowered his gaze.

The Doctor looked me over and wringed his hands together, then charging down the stairs in a rush. I gasped and went to charge after him.

"Doctor! Wait-ah." I cringed as I grabbed my side in pain.

"Sam, you need to rest. You are hurt." John said grabbing my shoulder weakly trying to stop me to follow the Doctor.

"John, I have to go after him. Please." I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, "He needs me."

John looked behind me at Sherlock who hasn't moved since I made my way toward the door, then looked back at me and moved slightly and put his arm around my left shoulder to help me. John guided me down the two flights of stairs until we reached the front door when the Doctor stood at the bottom of the front steps staring up at the sky. I pushed my way gently away from John and made my way slowly down to the side walk and grabbed the Doctor's hand. He turned and looked at me sadly then placed his forehead to mine and had a hand placed on the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…Why didn't you tell me?" He mumbled softly closing his eyes as if trying to block out the memory of my broken image.

I squeezed his one hand and shook my head softly as we kept our forehead together, "He was going to kill you, Doctor and Tony too. I couldn't risk losing you."

"But look at you, now you are broken and hurt cause of me. It's my entire fault." He looked me with the puppy look.

"I don't regret getting into that TARDIS of yours, Doctor. I never will, and you can't always been here to help me." I said looking down as tears started to run down my cheeks.

He then let go of my hand and held my face with both his hands so he could have me look at him as he pulled his forehead away, "This is exactly why I leave you, so you can be alive and have a safe life. I don't want to stand over your grave."

I placed a hand over his and look down, "Oh, Doctor…I'm so sorry..."

I leaned my head against his chest and sobbed softly as he spoke softly and placed a caring kiss on the top of my head. , "Oh Sam… what am I going to do with you."

I cried for a few more minutes until John coughed from the door reminding me that I need to be fixed up, I begged the Doctor to stay with me that night and sure enough he did. We remained up for another few hours, while John patched my ankle and chatted with the Doctor about himself. Sherlock disappeared and was not seen for the rest of the night, I figured as much he was in his room thinking over Moriarty and his plans for the future. I held the Doctor's hand the whole night and began to doze off on him soon after 3 in the morning. As I laid there with my eyes closed, John and the Doctor assumed I was asleep, and John asked him an important question.

"How did you know, Sam was hurt?" John sighed with sadness in his voice.

I listened carefully as the Doctor sighed and moved his head down to look at me, "I got a call from her, and when I picked up… it was Sam screaming and crying for my help." He swallowed.

Silence filled the room as I heard John take in a sharp breath then respond, "That bastard… must have recorded…I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"I'm sorry too; I wish I could have gotten here faster than I did. Sorry for scaring you by the way."

"Its fine, I understand. You were trying to make sure she was safe… May I ask are you two a… well couple?"

The Doctor laughed softly and sighed, "She is one of my closet friends but no we aren't a couple."

I mentally laughed at that and listened to John excuse himself and go to bed and I finally allowed myself to doze off after a hell of a day. I had to deal with the Doctor in the morning and Sherlock on top of that and I could only imagine how that would go.