Kay's mind was filled with the disturbing images of her own personal rape, as she lay on the small, cold metal examining table. The cuts on her swollen face burned while the young nurse swobbed them with alcohol. She flinched everytime the small peice of cotton wiped across her face.
Miguel paced infront of Kay's hospital room, "What's taking them so long?" he asked himself inpatiently. The nurse led Kay to the waiting room, where her friends and family were anxiously waiting for her. Sam led Kay to the SUV and they headed back to the Bennett house.
"There's something the nurse didn't tell you all," Kay said breaking the silence that filled the Bennett living room.
"I thought the nurse told us everything?" Grace said looking over to Sam, who shook his head.
"No," Kay hesitated, "I asked her to let me tell you." Kay's eyes feeled with tears and she shook with the force of her sobs, "I don't know how to say this," she whispered looking at her feet, "but those three months I was in the hospital, learning to do everything again after Ryan beat me. I found out something."
Grace grabbed a hold of Sam's hand and clenched it as hard as she could, "Yes?"
"Kay lifted her eyes to see everyone in the room staring at her, "I'm... I'm carrying Ryan's child." Kay broke down and began to shake with her sobs again.
Grace fell onto Sam's shoulder and began to cry for her child and her child's child. Simone laid her hands on Kay's shoulder and Miguel held Charity who had began to cry. Reese looked down at the floor, searching his mind for a possible solution to Kay's problem. Jessica slid her arms around Reese's waist and began to cry, too.