A/N: The POV's of the characters are more labeled in this chapter.

Brock stood above her for a few moments, the shock was unbearable. He snapped out his revere and placed his large coat over her shoulders. Brock had obviously known what had happened; he just did not know how to handle it. As she tried to stand, her knees gave away and she fell back to the ground. Brock lifted her up and carried her to the rental car. Stephanie was planted firmly in her seat before speaking.

"Where are you taking me Brock?"

"To the hospital Stephanie. You have to get treated."

"No, j-just take me to the hotel."

"Do you want Hunter to take you?"

"NO! I just want to be by myself right now."

"Was he the one who…"

"Hunter would never do that. Look Brock, t-thanks for your help but I just need a room and a long shower."

"Well all the rooms are booked, so you have to find another hotel anyway. We can go to the hospital on the way, alright."

"Fine."

Stephanie sat there in silence for the long ride. Brock wondered if she was in shock. She just sat there looking out of the window. Her legs were bare, as were the rest of her body. All she wore was a bra and his jacket. There was blood everywhere. Most would think that she would feel violated, or afraid. She was just blocking out what happened. Brock didn't feel sorry for her, but for the road, she had ahead of her.

They pulled into the emergency ward as Brock proceeded to get Stephanie situated.

After she signed in, the nurse directed her to a waiting room with a gown in hand. Brock tried to follow but was stopped by the orderly. He couldn't just leave her here. He didn't necessarily know Paul's telephone number either, so he waited.

Stephanie's POV:

The doctor just came in. He scared her, but Stephanie was numb she didn't feel anything. He poked and prodded. He was inside of her and she felt so filthy. Everything that happened that night had just donned on her. Her breathing became erratic and the tears began to fall. No one should see her like this. No one would want her. She was dirty and impure. Hunter wouldn't want to be with her anymore. Hell, she didn't think she could trust another man again.

At that moment, she remembered Brock, her hero. She did not really remember what she said in the car, but she knew that he brought her to the hospital. She knew that things would have to be explained, but that time would come. As Stephanie's examination concluded, she signed her release papers ad limped out of the room.

End of Stephanie's POV

Brock saw her as she hobbled down the hall. She wouldn't look at him as the y headed back towards the car.

"Nice scrubs Stephanie."

"Thanks. You don't mind if I borrow your jacket do you?"

"Its fine. Do you need anything from the pharmacy?"

"Um, just some pain killers and some clothes. I'll pay you back, I promise."

"No need Stephanie. I am going to get checked in okay, want to wait here?"

"NO! I would rather go."

"Two rooms please."

"I am sorry sir but we only have one due to the spectrum show on Thursday. Will you take it?"

"I guess."

"Room 309, have a good night."

A few minutes later….

Stephanie stood under the unrelentless spray as it burned the scars that were scattered on her body. She scrubbed until the water ran cold and changed into the clothes that Brock had given her. They were big, but she kind of liked it. She walked into the room to find him eating his room service.

"Do you want to call Hunter now?"

"No, I don't want anyone to know."

"Did you press charges?"

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay then. I will sleep on the floor and you can have the bed. Good night Stephanie."

"Good night."

As the lights dimmed and slowly left the room, Stephanie lie there wide awake, afraid of what nightmares she might have. She ran through every possible scenario, but she never found the correct one that would have save her from this. She looked on mutely into the darkness.

End of part 2