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Trigger Warning - talk of, memories of, Jay's rape. (not graphic)
Italics are whoever's thoughts.
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Vanessa watches as the CS crew works the scene, the skin of her hands tight with Roland's dried blood.
She hated more than anything having to stop it from leaving his body, hated it. But then she thought about Voight and knew there was a fate worse than jail waiting for Roland, so she pushed harder on the flow, and elicited a groan from the sick piece of…his pain would have to do for now.
Voight is glued to the monitor. Not seeing the scene being worked by CS, but watching Vanessa standing to the side, now in charge of the scene. She looks utterly devastated, tear tracks on her face, staring at the bed that just moments ago held Jay.
He felt bad when he told her to take charge of the scene, but someone from the unit, someone he trusted, her or Trudy, had to. Platt was riding in the ambulance with Roland Barton as they headed to a different hospital; that left the rookie.
His eyes slide to the bed. Jay and Adam are no longer there but he continues to see the after images, Adam wiping the blood and brain matter off Jay's face and chest - his body trembling…the kid not able to take his eyes off the bitch.
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"On our way boss. ETA 7 min."
"How is he?"
"Injury wise, not sure…nothing life threatening." He receives a nod when he looks to the medic for confirmation. "…pretty drugged out now but…ah… he was more with it when I first came in, pretty much knew what was going on…"
Adam had seen the shame on Jay's face and wishes to God he could shoot the bitch again.
Where is she?
Voight looks around the bullpen, eyes landing on Kim and Kevin. There is a tone in Adam's voice that tells them Jay knows exactly what just happened…He might be drugged out but…tears come to Kim's eyes…he knows…
"She dosed him again right before you breached."
Shhh, I'll make you feel good soon.
Where is she…
Of course, Hank knows what happened, knows that Jay knows what happened, that he was aware for almost all of it. He saw the revolving door of shame, fear and despair on the kid's face.
This is my special cocktail.
"…we'll meet you there." But yet, none of them are able to move…move from the safety of the bullpen to the reality of the hospital.
He can feel the straps across his chest and legs.
"Noooo…"
"Hey, hey, it's alright."
It will help you have fun and remember our time together.
The throb of his side… "I'm gunna be…"
It's nice, right?
The sheet moves, he feels it against his naked body, "NO!" he tries to brush away, whatever, whoever moved it but his arms are trapped.
He can only mumble, "Stop…"
God, you're sexy.
It's barely a whisper, "Adam…"
"Ya man, you're safe…you're in an ambulance…" He looks at the medic, "No dude take those off."
I told you I would make you feel good.
Wetness on his side. He clenched his jaw, no no no! He tries to free his hand from whatever was holding it, "No…please…" He needed to…needs…please…
"They need to stay on…"
Adam unbuckles them and lets them fall. "Jesus Christ man, open your fucking eyes."
Jay tries to reach for his side, but his arm is tangled in the sheets. "No…NO!"
Voight scans the bullpen, "Kim…"
She looks up at her boss.
Voight tips his head in the direction of Hailey. She shakes her head. Hailey's coms are somewhere in the mess on the floor. She isn't hearing any of this.
"They're off…Jay, they're off…just lie still."
Jay lifts his hand but the medic holds it down.
He starts to weakly thrash against the hands, "No….please…"
Stop…stop…stop…Oh god…
"Oh shit…hey let go…let go of him!"
He tries to cover the hole again but is stopped.
Adam rounds on the medic, "KNOCK IT OFF!" Then ignores him to take care of Jay, "… Jay…hey man. I need you to lay still okay…no ones going to touch you."
He can feel her…touching…no…
"Please…"
Adam puts his head down for a moment. The desperation and despair in Jay's voice makes him want to puke.
Voight listens to the exchange going on in the ambulance, closes his eyes to the tears that want to fall, and covers his mouth to keep any scream of rage, any sob, trapped inside his broken heart. He knows why the kid wants to cover the hole in his side…he knows…he fucking knows…
"Hey just calm down…hold on…I gotta put the straps back on. He's gunna hurt himself."
Adam stops the medic from reaching for the straps and grinds out, "Knock it off with the fucking straps dude, CHRIST! … … Can't you just…can't you give him anything?"
"Don't know what's in his system…"
He hears echoing voices, sounds, someone steals his hand again… "NO!"
It's nice, right?
…a bandage on it."
I told you I would make you feel good.
His shame overwhelms him…no one can know…he tries…he needs…
I knew you'd like it.
Jay arches his back off the gurney, wrenching his body away from any touch.
I knew you'd like it.
Adam swats the medic's hand away, "Just let him put his hand there. Let him,"
I told you I would make you feel good.
His hand is freed and he holds the hole, covering it, hiding it…
"Jay, Jay…here man…here…" Adam tries to put a pressure bandage in Jay's hand when he reaches for his side. "You can put your hand there…here…hold that there, okay bud…"
"You don't mean that…" She rolls her hips…rolls her hips…No…no, no! "Ahhh, see, I can feel that you don't mean that…"
A small sob escapes…
He talks into his coms, "Boss you know what they gave him?"
The question pulls Hank out of his head, "No…clear liquid but she gave him about three times as much that last time."
"Shit…okay…my boss says whatever drug she gave him, she tripled the dose that last time…clear liquid…it was a clear liquid."
"Got it. We'll call it in."
I knew you'd like it.
"Adam…"
"Hey bud…can you lay still…"
"Where is she…"
"She's dead Jay…"
"Help me… please…Adam…"
His eyes filling with tears, Adam tries unsuccessfully to comfort his friend, "She can't hurt you… She's dead…"
Jay tilts his head back against the pillow, and swallows a sob, but the tears roll…she's dead…he closes his eyes trying to hold onto Adam's words, but he knows they aren't true because he can feel her…
No…no…god…"I told you I would make you feel good." He squeezes the stab wound…hide it…hide it…
The last dose of drugs finally takes him all the way out and he finally gets a reprieve from her, from what happened…from his shame.
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The doors to the ER open and Adam walks in next to the gurney carrying an unconscious Jay. Maggie, Natalie, Ethan, and Dr. Charles all stop in their tracks. Not quite registering what they are seeing, not wanting to register what they are seeing. It's the desperate look from Adam that gets them all moving again. Only Maggie and Natalie move to the room, Ethan and Daniel head to the nurse's station, on standby incase either of them is needed; all wanting to pretend the rape victim that just came in isn't Jay Halstead.
"Dr. Choi, where's Will?"
Ethan looks gut punched by Dr. Charles question, "Shi…he's off today."
"Okay, carry on…" He moves to the other side of the desk and picks up the phone, "I'll take care of Will."
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Adam follows the gurney into a treatment room and watches as they transfer an unconscious Jay to the bed, still cocooned in his sheet. His black eye and bruised jaw are evident, split lip still bloody. His face and neck are smeared with blood. He had tried to wipe off as much of the blood and brain matter as he could, but he couldn't handle the…Jay's trembling…so he left the rest. He…fuck…he just couldn't…he couldn't put Jay through more…he was scaring him…he was…Jay was so out of it.
When the medics move to the door, his anger skyrockets. He can't help saying something to the shit who treated Jay. He pokes him in the chest when what he really wants to do is poke him in the face with his fist.
"YOU…Are an idiot!"
Adam addresses the other medic, "He…" He jabs a finger into the idiot's chest again and grinds out in a forceful whisper, "…needs more fucking training on how to…how to handle…" He can't say it. "He needs more fucking training!"
He turns away from them before he does put his fist through the asshole's face…he wants to hit something, the stupid fucking medic would be a good place to start.
Jay has yet to wake up and that makes Adam nervous, but grateful. He's pretty sure Jay wouldn't be able to handle being poked and prodded. He rocks on his heels, wanting to stand next to Jay but knows he needs to give them room to work.
Adam tries for professional as he fills them in, but what comes out is in the pitch of freaked out friend. He plows through without taking a breath. He needs to get it all out with out breaking down and crying.
"Not sure of all of the physical injuries. Stab wound, not a 's bruised on most of his upper body.A few of them are from yesterday and earlier wrists" He points to the bloody bandages engulfing Jay's wrists, "they're pretty cut .Rope burn…Voight can probably fill us in more…"
Maggie and Natalie work in tandem as they treat Jay. Maggie covers the bottom half of Jay's body with a sheet and opens the one he is wrapped in, revealing his bruised and bloody chest and abdomen. Adam winces as he gets a good look at Jay's torso in the bright light of the room, overwhelmed by the amount of bruising setting in. Natalie checks his eyes, feels his head, moves lower.
His voice is unsteady, "He was awake in the ambulance…confused."
Natalie releases Jay's arms from the sheet and lay them by his side, taking note of the bruising on the underside of both arms.
"Don't know what did that…how…" He looks at both women and gestures to Jay's arms, "His hands…they were tied over…they were tied up…" He realizes he has lifted his arms to show them, but quickly folds them across his chest…fuck, then clasps them behind his neck and can't help but feel he told a secret that wasn't his to tell.
Natalie checks the bandages wrapping his wrists, the bleeding has stopped, so she moves on.
He watches as Maggie starts an IV, then hooks Jay up to all of the machinery, the blip of the heart monitor and the blood pressure cuff auto inflating are the background music to the duet quietly exchanging their medical jargon.
Natalie takes a cursory peek at the stab wound on Jay's left flank. It's ugly, chewed up with rough edges, but not deep.
"Serrated blade?"
Adam takes a moment before he realizes she's talking to him, but at his confused deer in headlights look, she lets it go and puts a new pressure bandage on it.
Maggie puts her hand on Adam's forearm trying to give some semblance of comfort. What happened to Jay seems to have Adam on the brink of a melt down.
Natalie continues her assessment, quickly running her gloved hands over Jay's chest and sides finding no broken ribs.
She finds no rigidity in his abdomen and moves back to the stab wound, the most pressing of his injuries, but not life threatening.
"He's going to be okay Adam…nothing life threatening…"
He keeps his eyes on Jay, he already knew that. Nothing life threatening…that's not the issue…not what he's worried about.
Natalie repositions Jay's left arm above his head for better access to the stab wound and again notes the odd bruising, wondering briefly what happened to caused it, but that could wait. She raises the head of the bed a bit and begins treating the stab wound.
Adam takes a calming breath, then realizes he left out two important facts, forgetting the medics would have called ahead with them, "They drugged him."
He clears his throat, "Hewasraped…" He clears his throat again but it sounds more like an aborted sob, "He was raped."
Again he feels like he is telling secrets…gossiping. He's had to brief medical personnel before, but…but this is Jay.
"We got him Adam…you did good."
"It was a woman."
They don't react to the last statement, even though it was new information, just continue to work, "Okay, thanks Adam…"
"Maggie, walk the blood draw down yourself. We need to know what she gave him."
Then Adam remembers Roland was in the room, sucks in a breath, paces the room hands on top of his head. His face twists in a mixture of sadness and fear as he looks at Jay.
He chokes out a reality he forgot, "There was a guy in the room…not sure…if…not sure…" Forgetting his comms, he looks at them in desperation, "…you need to talk to Voight…"
Natalie nods to Maggie, "Okay…don't worry Adam…we'll take good care of him."
Maggie finishes the blood draw. "Adam why don't you come with me. The next room is open. You can wait in there for the rest of your team."
He shakes his head, moving closer to Jay, "No, I need to stay with him…he was pretty freaked out."
Natalie rinses the stab wound with saline, then pats it dry.
"Okay. That's fine for now, we'll need you to leave when we do the rape kit though."
'Rape kit' the thought of it turns Adam's stomach. For some reason he had forgot that part…blocked out that part.
Jay stirs, pulling Adam from his thoughts.
"Hey bud, you're okay…you're at Med…"
The arm above his head jerks.
Natalie puts a temporary dressing on the stab wound.
He feels her on top of him. It's nice right…
It's only a whisper, "No…please…"
I told you I would make you feel good.
Natalie speaks softly so she doesn't startle Jay, "Hi, Jay, it's okay…"
It's okay…you'll enjoy this too…I've made sure of it.
His eyes flutter open and go wide with fear as he locks in on her when she speaks.
That was all it took to send Jay off in a panic. He shoots up in the bed, hand going to his side, leaning away from her, "NO!"
He can hear her laughing…I'll make you feel good.
Tears spring to his eyes and he weakly pushes himself to the other side of the bed, away from her.
"Please…"
He would have fallen off the bed if not for Adam being on that side. As it is, Jay struggles, letting go of his side, lashing out, Adam receives a weak blow to his chin in the struggle.
"Sstop…"
I knew you'd like it.
The blade twists in his side and he screams.
"Shit!" Adam realizes too late, like an idiot, what's happening, "OUT! Get out!"
They immediately comply, hoping their absence will calm Jay down, but it doesn't. In Jay's struggles, the IV is ripped out and his wrists and side start to bleed more. Jay's hand goes back to cover the stab wound as he shakes his head and tries to pull away.
"No!"
He pushes Adam away almost falling off the gurney again but Adam stops his fall. He doesn't want to restrain Jay but he has no other choice, only holding on tight enough to keep him from falling, not wanting him to feel trapped.
"Jay. Jay! Calm down buddy…you're going to hurt yourself."
Ethan calmly walks in, not wanting to add to the chaos, blinking his eyes to the blood and bruising on Jay's torso, releasing a quiet, "Christ!"
Ethan's presence causes Jay to freak out even more. Adam waves him away, "I got it. I got it for now!"
Dr. Choi nods his head, heart breaking for Jay and exits quickly, closing the door behind him but keeping close by.
"NO!" Comes out in a breathy exclamation and once again he is told he's alright, it's gunna be alright. Please…
It's at that moment that it registers that he's naked under the sheet, "I'm…" he feels the sheet touching his lower body…He tries to curl in on himself, hide himself, he feels her, the rope, her hands, No!
He blinks open his eyes, for a moment she goes away and Adam is there.
"I'm…"
He vomits on himself, then endless dry heaves ratchet up the pain in his head and bruised body, causing him to groan in pain. He's a mess, covered with watery bile and blood which do a poor job of camouflaging the plethora of bruises.
The sheet shifts and he grabs it, pulling it up to his neck, trying to hold his side, the sheet, and his head at the same time. His side and the sheet win out.
Adam bends closer to him so Jay can see his face, "Jay, it's me Adam, you see me bud?" He waits for Jay's eyes to focus.
"Adam…"
"The sheet has puke on it Jay, gunna give you a new one."
He closes his eyes and breathes, trying to focus on Adam's voice while his head swims.
He moves slow, hoping to keep Jay calm, "Still me bud…" Something wipes against his face and his chest, causing him to shudder; "…gunna wipe this off okay…" The puke smell goes away, "I'm right here." The weight of a new sheet, he feels it…feels her. "Almost done…" Please…
It's too much. There you are. He starts to struggle again but he's weaker, the adrenaline crash and the drugs still coursing through his veins are starting to take their toll. Adam's voice goes away and he hears her. You'll enjoy this too.
"NO!"
Something touches his side.
Oddly enough that's what calms Jay. He stills and grabs his side in desperation, no, moving Adam's hand away, unwittingly covering the hole in his side with the pressure bandage Adam held there, hiding the record of his shame. He pushes hard and winces, willing the world away, but it's still there. He can hear her laugh echoing somewhere nearby.
I knew you'd like it.
He curls in on himself, "Adam…"
"Ya bud…I'm here."
The fear radiates off of Jay, "Where is she?"
It is all Adam can do to not start crying…hold on, just a little longer, boss is coming…He gets right in front of Jay and puts his hands on both sides of his friend's face, outwardly ignoring the minute flinch, inwardly chastising himself for his stupidity, but he holds on when he feels the slight tilt of Jay's head into the palm of his hand. Adam can feel the tremble in his body, the tears leaking from Jay's eyes are dammed and rerouted, by his hands, "She's dead Jay. She can't hurt you."
Jay nods his head, "She's dead…"
"Ya Jay, dead…"
A gasp turns into a sob and more tears roll. Whether Jay believes him and feels safe or his body has just had enough, he doesn't know, but a few sobs later Jay's eyelids flutter, and he passes out.
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Ethan had tried to take care of Jay's side one more time but it was like smelling salts under the nose; immediately Jay woke up in a confused panic. So they left it, agreeing to use the pressure bandages for now.
Once Ethan left the room, Jay calmed down and fell into a restless sleep…or stupor…it varied.
Voight charges into the ER and stops at the group of Maggie, Natalie, Dr. Charles and Ethan outside the door to the exam room.
"He in there?"
"Ya we're going..."
"Gimme a minute…"
Voight leaves them and goes into Jay's room closing the glass door behind him, then the curtain.
Adam is sitting by Jay's side, head down. As soon as he hears the door he looks up and sees Voight. He sighs in profound relief, puts his head back down and rubs his eyes; telling himself he's tired and that's why his eyes are watering…hold on…
Voight gives him a minute nod…not acknowledging the tears but the situation.
"How is he kid?"
"Nothing life threatening…He's pretty out of it boss…they sent Dr. Manning and Maggie in but…he got really…that…" He shakes his head, "…it's not good…I asked them to get Dr. Choi."
"Okay…let me talk to them…"
He's almost out of the room when Adam stops him.
"Boss…"
He turns around, looks at Adam and realizes that Jay isn't the only one that's been hurt here. It might be a different kind of pain, for different reasons, but this…it's knocked them all on their asses and somehow they'll need to help each other pull it together if they are going to get Jay through this.
"What's up kid?"
"Boss…Roland…did he?"
He is so disgusted by the question and so afraid of the answer that he can't even spit the whole thing out.
Voight knows immediately what he's asking, "He didn't touch him…brought him into the room, roughed him up a bit…but didn't touch him." His anger gets the best of him and breaks through the stoic mask he's tried to don, "The fucker just watched."
Adam cringed at that, but nodded at his boss…the sick fuck…he closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on that skewed positive…at least Roland didn't rape Jay. He wishes he could have added a bullet to Roland's brain like he did the bitch's.
Voight exits the room and pulls the four medical professionals to the side.
Natalie turns to the Sergeant, "Sergeant Voight, when he comes around, we'll need his permission to do a rape kit…"
"He doesn't need one."
They're all a bit taken aback by that statement but Voight ignores their reactions and addresses Dr. Choi, "It'd be best if you treated him…I'll be here if you have more questions."
"He's not letting us treat him, only letting Adam close. We'll let the drugs to wear off a bit. His vitals are good for now, so we have some time."
Voight hmphs in acknowledgement, "Will here?
Dr. Charles, who has been trying to get in touch with Will, answers the Sergeant, "It's his day off. I've left him a message. No mention of Jay…when he calls I'll fill him in with enough information to get him here…it would be best if we dropped the bomb when he arrives and we can support him."
"Good plan."
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Ethan gives it an hour then enters the room again and sees Adam trying to hand Jay another pressure bandage.
"Jay, I gotta change the bandage okay?"
Jay doesn't say anything and doesn't let go of his side. He is still somewhat lethargic.
"Can I help you bud, I won't do anything else? I'll just help you hold it."
Jay gives what he hopes is a nod but doesn't look at him or Ethan.
"Here bud, lift up, just a sec…new bandage." Adam quickly switches out the bandages then puts Jay's hand back over it.
"Great…just put pressure on it."
He puts his hand over Jay's adding more pressure. When Jay flinches at his touch, Adam works his jaw, desperate to hold in the screams of rage he wants to let loose.
Dr. Choi can see the pain lines around Jay's eyes, "I know you're hurting Jay. I can give you an OTC while we wait for the tox screen and then we'll be able to give you something stronger for the pain."
"No…"
He holds in his sigh and moves a little closer. "Okay then…can I stitch up your side? I can use lidocaine so you won't feel it."
Jay doesn't respond, just closes his eyes and puts more pressure on the wound, causing himself more pain.
Adam stays near the head of the bed, keeping in Jay's line of sight, while Dr. Choi, moves closer, stopping at the foot of the bed.
"Jay…"
He's so tired. Trying to control his breathing and trying not to puke at the same time is getting to be an impossible endeavor. He can't let them…he can't let them see it. The idea of them touching the sick tattoo of when she…when he… a shudder through his body…taking him back to that sick moment of her ultimate power over him.
He doesn't want to let them look, they'll know then, somehow they'll know.
Without warning he throws up. His lap catches the small amount of bile. The dry heaves cause tears to leak from his eyes. So much pain…please…
"Jay… Please, we need to treat you…"
He ignores the pain and pulls his knees up closer to his body, holding tighter to his side.
His voice is heavy with pain and drugged despair, "No. It's fine…I'm ready to leave…"
Adam exchanges a quick look with Dr. Choi.
"You can't leave yet Jay. The drugs aren't all the way out of your system. For your own safety you need to stay."
He closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and concentrates on the artificial light coloring his eyelids, and blocks them out, everything out.
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They've had a hard time getting hold of Will. By the time he gets there, the drugs are for the most part, out of Jay's system. He's still weak. He's in pain, but the emotional is starting to take its toll. He's anxious and desperate to leave. Will rushes in, walking directly into the room and Adam is sitting by Jay. They said it was nothing life threatening but he needed to see it to believe it. He's relieved to see that Jay's awake, blanket tucked to his chin, maybe a little out of it, but looks okay for the most part, except for the amount of bruising on his face, some remnants of blood, a split lip.
"Will…"
"Hey bud…"
"Will please. Can I go? I'm fine."
His reply is automatic, "I need to talk to…" Then the tone of Jay's request seeps in…Will takes a closer look at his brother, sees the fear and despair and it's scaring him. He doesn't think he's ever seen fear in Jay's eyes.
"What happened?"
"Let me give you give you guys a sec? I'll be right out here Jay."
Jay watches Adam leave the room and his anxiety ratchets up a bit, but he keeps it to himself, he needs to leave.
"Please Will. I'm fine."
"Jay."
Tears start to fill his brother's eyes and now Will is officially freaked out.
"Hey. Listen to me. It's ok. Shhh shhh. It's okay. Let me go check and see what's going on and I'll try to get you out of here, okay?"
Jay calms down and nods his head but and that causes a few tears to fall.
"I'll be right back."
He pats Jay's leg and feels the flinch. A coil of cold fear encircles his heart when Jay puts his head down. He lingers a moment watching his brother but exits the room and slides the door closed when Jay continues to ignore his presence. He looks at Adam afraid to ask the question, "What the hell happened?"
Voight nods his head to Adam and he takes the cue to go back and sit with Jay.
Natalie puts her hand on his arm and tries to lead him away, "Will…"
"Guys?" He can feel the panic rising, "What the hell happened to my brother?"
"Will. Come on. I'll explain what I know."
"No! Ethan, Nat...what the fuck is going on?"
No one says anything so he finally lets Natalie pull him into the next room, followed by Ethan, Dr. Charles and Voight.
As soon as they are in the room, Will rounds on her, his pain is practically choking off the words.
"Nat. Was...did..."
"Will..."
When she puts a hand on his bicep, he crosses his arms like he is trying to protect his heart from the words to come.
"Will, we believe that Jay might have been sexually assaulted..."
Will sucks in a breath at the same time Voight stops her. "Doc…Will…I'm sorry, there is no 'might have' … Jay was on an undercover assignment. He was raped by..."
Natalie gives Voight a dirty look then back to Will, "Will, we haven't done a rape kit yet but..."
"Dr. Manning, with all do respect…" Voight pins her with a glare, she doesn't back down and glares right back, but lets him speak.
"Will, I hate this, I hate having to tell you this but there is no 'might have been.' Jay was raped by a woman on his undercover. He was drugged..."
Will gloms onto the lack of confirmation, "But there's no rape kit yet so..."
"Will, I saw it…I saw what she did. No splitting hairs. I'm not sugar coating this. The sooner we all wrap our heads around it, the sooner we can help Jay."
The air feels thick and rancid from the words just released into it.
Instantly tears come to Will's eyes and he runs for the door.
"Will!"
They didn't know Dr. Charles could talk that loud but it worked and stopped Will in his tracks.
He walks up to Will and puts his hands on his upper arms.
"Will... I want to you to just take a few moments for yourself."
"I need to..."
"Please. Will, just take a few moments before you go rushing in there. Calmer heads will prevail. This is hard. Jay will need you, but it will be better for Jay, and for you, if you take a few moments for yourself right now, and then we'll go see Jay."
Voight speaks up, he has a bit more shit to throw on the fire, "Listen, there is more to this, something else we'll be dealing with…"
He's got all of their attention and they all share the same look of trepidation on their faces.
"For lack of a better word, that sadistic bitch tortured him…emotionally and physically…the bruising…the majority of that is from her, what she did to him…" He shakes his head as the image of the bitch kneading, twisting, pinching those bruises into Jay's skin fills his mind.
Will grasps onto a straw, the short straw, "Maybe he doesn't remember…"
Voight's pulls Will into a hug, his rare compassion muffling the rancid truth for a moment, before he quietly reveals it through a bullhorn, "He remembers Will…he remembers everything."
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I have a lot of chapter 5 written so hopefully it won't be TOO long before I post it. I want you guys to see the teams reactions! Thanks for reading, your comments and your kudos! You guys are the bombdiggity!
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