The flight to Greentown had seemed painfully slow even though it took the normal amount of time to get there. When Sportacus had carried Robyn into the emergency room of the hospital the staff had raced into action at the sight of Robyn's injuries. Robyn's cuts were still bleeding and her pallor hadn't improved at all. Her body was still shaking but not as badly as before.

Sportacus was surprised to see a familiar and old face that he'd not expected see here twelve years distant from the last time he'd seen it. It was Doctor Nichols and he obviously recognised Sportacus and his patient.

"What happened?" Doctor Nichols asked whilst carrying out a preliminary examination of Robyn.

"I never asked. The way she was shaking and how she looked shocked me so much I brought her here almost straight away." Sportacus answered plainly.

"In half a way you did the right thing. She's in extreme shock and these cuts need to be dealt with." Doctor Nichols turned to a nurse who was standing a little way behind him, "Nurse; get some bandages, swabs, antiseptic wipes, gloves, forceps, a local anaesthetic, ten CCs of morphine and a sedative for me please." The nurse did as she was instructed and left to find what had been asked for.

Doctor Nichols turned back to his patient; it had been twelve years since he'd seen Robyn but still recognised her. He guessed she was sixteen years old now and had grown extremely well.

The nurse returned and Doctor Nichols put the gloves on that he'd asked for. Once he'd prepared everything the way he wanted it and made sure the nurse was ready to assist him he turned back to Robyn, "Robyn, I'm going to give you an injection in your hand. It's only a small one and will make it a lot less painful when I remove this piece of glass from your palm. If it hurts when I start pulling it out tell me, ok?"

Robyn gave Doctor Nichols no response and he looked at Sportacus with concern showing plainly on his face. It wasn't looking good. Doctor Nichols put the needle in Robyn's hand and injected the anaesthetic; he was even more concerned when Robyn didn't even flinch when the needle was put in. Using the forceps Doctor Nichols gently prised the glass from Robyn's hand; the nurse immediately placed a piece of swabbing on the palm before the blood could seep onto the sheets.

"That was easy wasn't it, Robyn? Now that's out we'll clean up those wounds and get them bandaged. After that I'm going to give you a small injection of morphine because I know you're in pain. Once we've done all this I'll give you a sedative to help you sleep." Doctor Nichols explained.

Again Robyn gave no response; it was as if she was lost in her own little world.

"Nurse, can I leave you to clean the cuts and do the bandaging? I need to speak to Mr Sportacus. Come and find me when the bandaging is finished as you're not authorised to do morphine."

The nurse nodded and set straight to work. Doctor Nichols took Sportacus off to one side and into a deserted corridor. Looking up and down the corridor Doctor Nichols made sure that they couldn't be overheard, what he had to say to Sportacus was extremely sensitive.

"As I said before she's in extreme shock. It's highly unusual for someone to give no reaction at all to a needle prick and especially no reaction to a piece of glass being removed which was so deep it was touching the bone. Despite the anaesthetic she should have given some sort of reaction. I wouldn't say she's at the point of being withdrawn but if she doesn't start responding to stimuli and doesn't improve I have only one course of action to take." Doctor Nichols spoke the last words reluctantly, the course of action he had to take wasn't ideal but it was the best in the long run for Robyn.

"What is it?" Sportacus asked with a hint of dread in his voice.

"I'll have to refer her to the safe house in Crazytown," Doctor Cranium saw Sportacus' reaction to this and explained himself before Sportacus could butt in, "we don't have the facilities to take care of Robyn in this state. Whatever happened to her scared the wits out of her. They can give her all the treatment she needs at Crazytown; if it comes to it they can even erase this event from her memory if conventional psychology doesn't help. I know sending her to that place isn't ideal but it's the best thing for her. She'll get better there."

Sportacus nodded. He understood what Doctor Nichols was saying but still didn't like the idea. "Will I be able to visit her?"

"Of course. There are strict visiting times however and it might be upsetting the first few times you go. We'll see how Robyn is in the morning before I make the referral." Doctor Nichols laid his hand on Sportacus' shoulder and smiled thinly.

Both men turned to look at the nurse as she entered the corridor, she'd done her job and it was Doctor Nichols turn again to do his.

Sportacus sat sleeping in a chair next to Robyn's bedside. It was very early in the morning and he was tired. Robyn slept peacefully in the bed but the sedative was wearing off and she was coming back to wakefulness. Robyn slowly opened her eyes, she wasn't sure where she was and why her arms and face hurt so much. Sportacus woke up as well as if he was tuned to Robyn's states of waking and sleeping.

"Uncle Sportacus, why am I here? What happened?" Robyn asked weakly.

"You had an accident, sweetie. Don't you remember?"

"I remember something. I went to the bathroom, when I left I heard a noise. I went back into the bathroom. I went back into the bathroom." Robyn's words quickened as more and more of the memory of what had happened came flooding back, "there was writing on the mirror and a bloody hand print. There was a name written on the mirror and a bloody hand print next to it,"

"What was the name?"

Robyn's eyes darted about wildly when she remembered and a cold chill ran through Sportacus.

"Lily," Robyn screamed and cried at the same time. She began thrashing wildly in the bed.

Two nurses alerted by the noise came rushing into the room, one tried to hold Robyn still while the other prepared a sedative. The nurse holding Robyn managed to hold her still long enough for the sedative to be administered and it took affect immediately. The nurses were about to depart when Doctor Nichols came running into the room, he'd been alerted as to the situation by a third nurse.

"What happened?" Doctor Nichols looked at the two nurses waiting for an explanation.

"We heard her screaming and came in. She was thrashing in the bed as if caught in some hysteria. I administered a sedative whilst my colleague here held her down." Explained the first.

At Doctor Nichols' nod the two nurses left and Doctor Nichols turned to Sportacus who was obviously very shaken by what he'd just seen and had been told.

"Sportacus. What did Robyn say? You asked her what happened, didn't you?" Doctor Nichols sat on his haunches and waited for Sportacus to respond.

Sportacus recounted what Robyn had said to him, there was more to what had happened but he didn't yet know the rest. Something told him he didn't want to.

Doctor Nichols looked down, with this recent development he had no choice but do what he had to, "I'm very sorry Sportacus. I'm going to have to make that referral. Robyn is very sick and she needs to be treated by the only people that can look after her properly. As her next of kin you can object but please bare in mind that if we wait too long with sending Robyn to the safe house her chances of a full recovery are slim. Do I have your permission to sign the papers?"

Sportacus put his head in his hands. He didn't want this but it had to be done. Unable to say the word Sportacus nodded and he felt Doctor Nichols get up and heard him leave the room.

Sportacus took his head out of his hands and looked at Robyn. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he clasped Robyn's hand in his.

"I'm sorry," Sportacus whispered and laid his head on the pillow, sobs shaking his body.