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***WARNING*** This chapter does continue to discuss rape and may be a trigger to some readers, reader discretion is advised!***WARNING***

Grace

After hanging up with Doctor Flynn there is no way I can go back in the room and face my Son, he'll know exactly what I did without me having to tell him or giving it away. I want him to talk to Flynn for his own sake and Ana's before he sees her.

On the next point though I need to see my daughter in law. I don't care about hospital policy and breaking rules as well as laws as I hunt down her chart and find her room. I know she's being showered and I want to be there when they bring her from the en-suite into her bedroom, she needs to know that she has our support and love and she might have stopped them from letting Christian into her room she didn't name me.

I get into her room and sit down beside the bed. I can hear Ana sobbing and another woman comforting her and it breaks my heart into little tiny pieces. I can't sit here anymore, not when Ana is hysterical she's my son's wife but more than that she's like a second daughter to me, she gave me Christian the way he is now, I still see her as an angel that was sent to us.

I slip quietly into the bathroom and find Ana huddled in the corner of the bath in foetus position with Nurse Coleen and a brunette both either side of the bathtub talking quietly to her. I cough to make my presence known and three pairs of eyes snap to mine.

"Grace…" Ana whimpers and her small hand reaches out for me. It's the only invite I need to rush towards her.

Thankfully the nurse and the advocate both move out of the way allowing me to lean into the bath and hug my daughter in law. She clings tight to me, sobbing hysterically and I can no longer contain any of my tears and cry right along with her not caring about how wet I'm getting from the bath water I'm half in.

"Shh, you're safe now my precious girl, so safe. I love you darling, so much." I repeat these phrases over and over in different formats hoping she is taking them in as she cries. Eventually she goes quiet and stops shaking so much and I see that's she taken on an almost catatonic state. I put her gently down and proceed to wash her all over, she doesn't even flinch or acknowledge when I was her thighs but then she stops me when I go to wash between her legs and she turns away with a look of shame.

"Ana, you have nothing to be ashamed about." I tell her and slowly she turns back to face me. "Nothing at all do you hear me?" I tell her in my stern Mom tone and she gives a small shaky nod and a sigh. "Now let's finish getting you washed and then getting you out of this water and into bed."

"I need a shower." She says, her voice sounds nothing like hers, it's so timid and quiet and it breaks my heart once more.

"You don't Ana."

"I need to be clean." She says the tears pooling in her gorgeous blue eyes.

"You are clean sweetie." I tell her running my hand through her damp hair.

"No… I need him gone… all gone." She says clinging to my hand, staring into my eyes with desperation. I look to the advocate for help, she should know what to do and she shrugs, I guess she'd go with letting Ana having a shower.

"Ok we'll get you into the shower." I tell her and she smiles weakly and I know she's grateful for such a small thing.

Once she's in the shower I stand by the curtain waiting for her. I hear her scrubbing herself raw and I want nothing more than to stop her but I understand she wants to be "clean" though I honestly don't think she could be any cleaner if she tried and I am worried about her hurting herself. Thankfully Coleen steps in and turns off the water and she and Melissa get Ana wrapped tight in a towel before I take her into my arms.

I take the seat Melissa had occupied when Ana was in the bath and I rock my daughter in law as she sobs some more. I also cry right along with her again. This is so unfair, Ana has never done any harm to anyone and here she is a victim of rape, my poor girl.

"Now let's get you dry and warm, Christian had a bag with your fluffy pyjamas and robe bought for you." I say getting her onto her feet, maybe five years ago I would have still been able to carry Ana but not these days, my back isn't what it used to be.

Melissa and I guide Ana back into the room and we both help quickly dry her and change her into her pyjamas, I see her marred body as we help her change, each bruise, bite mark and cut has me wanting to cry but Ana seems in good spirits for the moment and I don't want to upset her. While she sits cross legged on the bed I dry her hair as much as I can with a towel before I brush it for her making her feel cared for, I know that's important for her right now.

"Sleep my child, and peace attend thee, all through the night." I sing the song that I sung to all my babies and grandbabies as Ana sits for now content with me behind her and drying and brushing out her beautiful long hair. "Guardian angels God will send thee, all through the night."

When she lets out her fifth consecutive yawn I persuade her into the bed and tuck her in making sure to kiss her goodnight with a promise of being with her again in the morning.

I sit beside her bed until she's asleep and Melissa dismisses me, telling me she will stay with Ana in case of any nightmares and I head out to get the advocate something to eat and drink, she's going to need it.

As soon as I'm out of the door I see my husband and he rushes to me wrapping my up in his arms as I finally sob. I can't believe any of this, it's so surreal, why our Ana?

"Ok Grace, shh, you're ok Gracie." Carrick murmurs as I struggle to pull myself together, now is not the time to break down, now is the time to get my son into his wife's room to comfort her if she has a nightmare and to get Melissa and Christian both something to eat before I check on my grandbaby.