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A/N- As always, loads of thanks and love to jtbwriter, who makes me sound so much better, by catching all those annoying mistakes. When I grow up, I want to be just like her.

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After Wren and Nigel left, Sarah found she couldn't sleep. She laid awake thinking over Harrison's vicious attack. The first blow, which had broken her cheekbone, had knocked her out for several minutes. When she'd first come to after surgery that was all she could remember. But now she could recall most of the assault.

Harrison had been ripping off her clothes when she had come to on the floor of her apartment. He tried to rape her, but couldn't get an erection. Her fear and anger overcame her good sense and she began to taunt him as she struggled to break free. When he'd realized he wasn't going to be able to perform, he'd began punching and slapping her violently.

Sarah managed to break away as he dragged her up from the floor. She ran for the door, but Harrison grabbed her hair, which had come loose in the struggle. He threw her to the floor again and began kicking and stomping her. Her left leg cracked under the heel of his shoe and she gasped in pain. Then he aimed for her head. She threw her arm up and blocked the kick but felt the bones give. Sarah felt her ribs cracking under a flurry of kicks as she tried to curl into a fetal position.

Harrison grabbed her by the throat and began slamming her head into the floor, shouting 'You are my property and I'll kill you before I let you go.'
The first two times she saw stars, then the third contact with the floor rendered her unconscious. She didn't remember anything else until she regained consciousness after surgery.

Sarah had worked very hard to free herself from the demons that fifteen years of marriage to Harrison had left in her mind. Panic attacks had been an everyday occurrence for months after she'd left him, but she'd finally managed to overcome her body's response to the fear he'd left her with. So the panic she felt rising in her chest was an especially cruel blow to her ego.

She tried to calm herself and control her breathing, but the panic overwhelmed her and left her trapped inside an uncontrollable fear that soaked her in sweat and left her gasping. The erratic, rapid breathing caused her ribs to shift. The pain pushed her body's fight or flight response into overdrive. As she managed to struggle upright in the bed and tried to swing her leg over the side, Jordan walked in.

"I don't think you're quite ready for a stroll around the block just yet." Jordan teased, then stopped as she saw the wild, panicked look in Sarah's eyes. "Sarah, you're not at home, you're in the hospital, Harrison is in jail, he can't get you here." Jordan said as she crossed to the bed and tried to block Sarah from getting up. She'd had her own share of panic attacks in the past so she knew exactly what was happening. "Look around, you're safe here."

Slowly Jordan's words worked their way through the panic and Sarah began to calm and allowed Jordan to help her lay back down. Jordan straightened the blankets and poured some water. She helped Sarah hold the glass as she sipped the water.

"What happened, Sarah?" Jordan asked calmly.

"He," Sarah tried to stay calm, the last thing her abused ribs needed was another panic attack. "He tried to rape me. I remember, he couldn't get it up and I .." Her breath came in short, painful gasps.

"Sarah, focus. You're safe; Harrison is in jail, now stay calm. Slow, deep breaths." Jordan held Sarah's hand and stroked her arm while she continued in a soothing voice. "Come on in and out, slowly."

Sarah's breathing evened out. After several minutes her pulse slowed and her heart stopped pounding like a drum.

The end of the adrenaline rush left her weak and trembling. Sarah could feel tears burning her eyelids. "I worked so hard to get past what he did to me when we were married and now I'm right back at the beginning. I don't think I can go through it again."

Jordan squeezed Sarah's hand. "You can do it, Sarah. We're all here for you you're not alone. Believe me I know what you're going through; I've had panic attacks. Garret can help too; he's talked me through several attacks."

"Please Jordan, promise me you won't tell Garret about this." Sarah begged.

"Sarah, you can't hide this from him." Jordan told her. "He loves you, he's bound to notice."

"Just please, promise me. He's already worried enough." Sarah was becoming agitated again.

"Alright, I promise." Jordan reluctantly agreed, to calm her. "But you've got to get help, Sarah. Don't let that bastard win."

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A/N- I promise there isn't much more to go, I hope you guys will hang in there.