A/N: This chapter is an M for strong nature and abusive behavior.
Patterson had began to pay Camilla less attention than he used to, he took up late nights, and the sport of drinking. Cursing and slurring was his bag, and he didn't care what people thought. The smell of alcohol and Henley smoke followed him, and Camilla wouldn't stand it. Smoking wasn't her thing, but she knew saying something might get her in trouble.
She decided a walk would be wonderful on such a beautiful night, taking in the fresh air and running into Patterson, drunk and in a demanding mood.
"Come with me you minx!" He commanded, taking her by the wrist into a dark ally.
"Patterson you're hurting me, please!" He pushed her against a wall and began to kiss her neck, pinning her arms down, above her head.
"Stop, please!" Her tone raised and fear riddled in her voice.
"You know you want it, shh. Hold still. You belong to me!" He pressed himself against her, he was much stronger and her fighting was worthless. She wriggled a hand free and pushed him away with all her might.
"You hateful whore, you are mine whether you like it or not!" He hit her, knocking her to the ground. She could feel her face burning, tears welling in her eyes, and her face already swelling from the blow.
"Now get up and do as you are told." He finished off the flask in his pocket, and stepped to her again.
"No." She remained on the ground, barely able to see and now unable to keep her tears back.
"I'm not, yours!" With one swift move she took off the thin gold band and threw it at him. His immediate response was to screaming growl, kick her and step on her hand. She hit her head on wall behind her and it left her unconscious.
"You're right who would want you!" He kicked her again, and turned to leave when Peter stopped him.
"Thats enough!" He blew his whistle three times signaling for back up and putting up a good fight cuffed him.
"You are under arrest for third degree assault and battery to a woman." Two other officers appeared and took over, and Peter rushed to Camilla. He took her up in his arms and with every bit of might he had he ran, heading straight for Nonnatus house, knowing Doctor Turner would be there. His eyes began to tear and he was filled with fear, remembering only months before picking up his best mate and running from the bombs. By the time he got private Johnson to safety he was gone, this made him run all the faster holding her even closer to him.
He banged on the doors and rang the bell a million times, Sister Julienne answered and knew something was amiss.
"Come in! Take her to the third door on the left!" He rushed as fast as possible, his heart was beating as though she was the only person he had ever loved.
"Doctor Turner!" Sister Julienne yelled, for nun that didn't raise her voice to anything, she woke many others. Sister Evangelina and Sister Monica Joan ran down the stairs wondering why they were woken as they were.
Peter took only one step back never taking his eyes off her.
"Sister I need my bag, a suture kit, and some spirit. Hurry." He took a lighter from his pocket and flicked it, opening her eyelids and checking them looking for uneven dilation.
"Whatever she hit her head on it wasn't enough for a concussion but enough to need stitches." He received the things he asked for from the sister and began to look at her in more detail. Her hands began to shake and his tone changed.
"She's going into shock! Hot water bottles and blankets now!" They all began rushing, Sister Evangelina taking off her shoes and handing Peter blankets.
"Help me tuck her in tight!" Sister Julienne returned with four hot water bottles packing them in around the shaking woman. Doctor turner had cleaned and placed the stitches in her head, above her eyebrow, her arm and her shoulder.
"What is her name?" He asked, looking at the the young officer who was knelt down and holding her hand.
"Camilla Browne sir, she lives in the Browne estate. Can someone call please?" Sister Monica Joan nodded and walked out of the room in a rush, contacting the worried parents.
"Is she alright? What happened?" Sir Brown asked, panicked and grasping his desk, turning his knuckles white.
"I don't know details, but she will have to stay here for a while, moving her could be detrimental." They hung up and within half an hour Sir and Lady Browne arrived.
"They stepped into the room to see their daughter black and blue, she had stitches, a busted lip and was tightly wrapped up in blankets with nothing but a hand exposed taken up and wrapped in Peters. His was sitting on a chair by her, head bowed and praying for her to wake up.
"Who are you?" Lady Browne asked, walking in behind Sister Monica Joan. Not responding Doctor Turner spoke for him.
"He is the man who brought her to us. He quite possibly saved her life." The Browne's stood stock still in the room.
"You may leave now, we will take care of her." Sir Browne quipped.
"No. I wont leave her. Not again." His spoke very monotone, but bold. He had no intention of leaving her. Minutes before he had asked Sister Evangelina to call the station and tell them he would not be returning for some time.
Sister Evangelina had also telephoned the mother house, asking Mother Jesu to come immediately. She arrived at five am the next morning, being rushed into Sister Julienne's office with the Browne's.
She had been informed of the situation and until she arrived nothing had been said to them about their daughter. Chief Mason arrived and talked to Peter who gave his report. He didn't leave her while talking and he didn't sleep that night. Sir and Lady Browne had been given a guest room to stay in for the night and waited for the Chief to return and tell them what had happened. It was a long night waiting for signs of improvement, but there was none, nothing happened but the shallow rise and fall of her chest that Peter watched and counted.
"Mr. and Mrs. Browne please sit. Your daughter has suffered serious injury and is in critical care, the man who did this is in police custody, he goes by the name of Patterson Henley-Monroe III. Do you know of him?" Lady Browne gasped, utter shock and disbelief of it. Sir Browne lowered his head. "What have I done…" He thought to himself.
"Is one positive it was him?" Lady Browne asked, keeping her head low and not letting eyes meet.
"Yes, we have confirmed it. He was covered in alcohol and highly intoxicated, slurring and he also has charges for assaulting one of my officers." Chief Mason replied, trying to be as calm and gentle as he could.
"Will she be okay?" Sir Browne asked, lifting his head and sighing.
"As of right now, she is stable. If she will wake up, we don't know. She is still not in any position to be moved though. An officer must be on protective guard though, and that will be Constable Noakes." Sister Julienne replied, frowning and hoping that the nurse she had taken under her wing would be okay.
All they could do now was to wait, wait for any sign any movement, anything at all.