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Chapter Five
Dr. David Thompson's job didn't always entail doing the right thing, especially since he was on a known mob boss's payroll, but being able to help with things like this, made his conscious a little easier to deal with.
"Jason, I think it is time you move outside with Sonny and Johnny!" Dr. Thompson suggested.
"I am not leaving this room. She needs your help, do what you do and help, but I will be staying!" Jason exclaimed.
"Jason, I don't want to argue with you, but we both know she wouldn't want you in here. If her injuries are as bad as I think they are, she would most likely prefer you didn't see them." David said, hoping he could appeal to the younger mans sense of propriety.
"Whether she wants this or not is beside the point, I have to see, otherwise I am likely to image things much worse, and at the moment I am not sure that is possible, but this is my cross to bear." Jason said, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He took her hand and hoped to whoever was listening that they would allow her to forgive him, for invading her privacy.
Dr. Thompson knew he was fighting a losing battle, so instead of arguing and wasting time, he acquiesce to the younger mans plight.
He unknotted the robes belt and let it fall loosely on the bed, with gentle fingers he pulled the covering fabric away from her body, exposing more damage. He heard the sharp intake of breath from Jason, but continued with his examination.
He pulled from his bag cotton balls, peroxide and a medicinal ointment. With gentle hands he slowly cleaned the most obvious wounds, there wasn't much he could do about the bruising, a painkiller was pretty much the only help for those injuries. He cleaned the bite mark on her thigh along with the scratches, he noticed the dried blood between her legs, but knew he was going to have to do more than a simple checkup to see the damage that had been done, because he was sure there was internal damage. Then moved up to her small breast, the teeth marks there were angry looking, the blood had congealed and the bruise seemed to grow by the minute, swallowing more of her porcelain skin. His gentle ministrations pulled a cry of pain from Elizabeth, but she did not awaken. He cleaned the rest of the bite marks on her front and then with Jason's help, so as not to disturb her, rolled her on to her stomach.
Both men were not easily shocked, but the damage to her snow white skin was horrendous. Bruises marred the entire lower quadrant of her back and buttocks. Their were healing bite marks marring her perfect skin, along with the fading marks, there were two new ones. He cleaned them as best as he could, but these were injuries that were going to be needing daily tending, and while he was more than willing to come back on a daily basis to help the young woman, he wasn't sure, once she was awake that she would want him administering to her wounds.
With the easier part done, he turned to Jason. "I know you want to be in here, but for this part of the examination, I think you should step in to the hall."
Jason understood the doctor's request and while he wanted nothing more than to flee from the sights, he was helpless to do as he wanted. "Dr. Thompson, I will sit up here by Elizabeth's head, I won't even watch, if that is what you are concerned about, but if she were to wake up and see a strange man…" Jason let his words fade away, he didn't need to expand, they both knew what he was talking about.
Nodding his head, he directed Jason to roll her over and then had him gently scoot her lower on the bed, so her feet dangled off the end.
Jason tried to ignore what the doctor was doing, but his eyes strayed on their own accord, his hands fisting in rage. Whether it was because of what the doctor was doing or what the idiot who had done this to her, he wasn't sure, maybe it was a little of both.
Unable to stay sitting, Jason quickly fled the room, he knew his actions could be considered cowardly, but he was unable to suppress the overwhelming need to escape.
The dried blood that had turned a coppery maroon between her legs, that image haunted him, and no matter where he went, he knew that sight would forever follow him.
Sonny placed a steadying hand upon his shoulder, stopping Jason's movement. "What is it, what's wrong?"
Jason just shook his head, his emotions taking control of him, for once, he was unable to harness in this emotions and use them to his advantage, he was helpless, a feeling that didn't sit very well with him.
Jason's legs gave out from beneath him and he slowly crumpled to the floor, burying his head in his hands. The tears now running freely, while his mind refused to banish that sickening image.
How could someone do this to her, scratch that, how could Lucky do this to her? Questions flowed and bloomed in his mind, the longer he was forced to wait for the Doctor's reemergence the longer the thoughts had to devastate him.
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Lucky half walked, half stumbled up the stairs and into his room, the room that used to be Jason's when He had stayed at Jake's.
And while that thought did nothing to alleviate his extreme distaste, he was able to disregard it, besides if he didn't lay down soon, he was liable to fall flat on his face. So he shuffled further into the room and flopped onto the worn bed.
He didn't fall immediately into sleep thought, his mind insisted he think about Elizabeth, wondering absently where she could have gone and to who, Lucky started concocting a plan, and while it wasn't ideal, it would work.
Two things needed to be done, first he had to talk to his aunt again and let her know that Elizabeth would be out of work a little longer than first anticipated, although he was going to have to be careful of the lie he told, considering Bobbie knew Audrey.
So he had to think of a lie that was convincing and would explain why she wasn't around. After a few minutes of thought, he gave up on the idea for the night, it was likely to think of a better excuse when he wasn't three sheets to the wind.
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Dr. Thompson emerged from Jason's bedroom thirty minutes after Jason had left. His face was pensive and he looked like he really didn't want to share his findings with the three men standing there, but knew he wouldn't make it out of the house without disclosing his information.
Not bothering with pretenses, he began to speak, "I know you guys are worried about her, but besides the abuse her body has received, she is in good health, she most likely passed out from being in a state of high stress for such an extended period of time, that her mind just shut down." Dr. Thompson said, hoping that information would be enough.
"And?" Jason asked, clearly not liking the way the Dr.'s eyes refused to meet his.
"And." Dr. Thompson said.
"Was she raped?" Jason asked, hating even asking such a thing, but knowing he had to know.
Sighing dejectedly, he began speaking in his most profession voice, "Elizabeth has been raped, obviously numerous times. The damage she sustained was substantial but as far as I can tell, there will not be lasting problems. There was massive amounts of tearing both vaginally and rectally. She is going to be a very sorry woman for sometime, she should not partake in any sexual endeavors for the foreseeable future. She needs time to heal, both physically and mentally, if those wounds are any indication this has been going on for sometime."
Turning he prepared to leave, then turned back around, "Here is a prescription for some pain relievers and a strong antibiotic, there is also an anti-depressant prescribed, but only fill it, if you think she really needs it. This is a list of items you can pickup, to help keep the wounds clean and covered. However, only keep them covered for a few days, they are going to need air, if you want them to heal and even then I cannot guarantee that there won't be scarring." Dr. Thompson said, then took his leave.
Johnny followed the doctor down the stairs allowing his two bosses time to talk. He didn't really want to be left out of the conversation, but he knew his place, if either Jason or Sonny wanted to include him, they would.
"Sonny, why wasn't someone keeping a closer eye on her, I asked you when I left to keep someone on her at all times. If this is Lucky, like we both suspect it is, then if Johnny or Max had been watching her, this probably wouldn't have happened." Jason said, his frustration and anger getting the better of him. His hand flashed out in front of him, colliding with the wall. The strength of the punch caused his hand to lodge itself in the wall. Pulling it back, he saw the bloody gashes it had left, somehow, he had hit a metal electrical box on the other side of the wall.
Sonny helped him extricate his hand, then led him to the bathroom, silently. Once the gashes were cleaned and bandaged, Sonny spoke, "I know what you asked, but when Elizabeth discovered Max outside her loft one day, she came to me and politely asked if I could remove the guard. She said there was nothing for any of us to worry about, that her and Lucky were fine. She has never intentionally lied to me about anything, why would I think she was about this. I am sorry Jason, I should have seen the reasoning behind the request, I just never imagined her to submit to something like this. Considering how bullheaded she had been about remaining a part of your life, even when you tried to push her away."
Jason heard the logic of Sonny's words, but his anger would not allow him to see the truth of it. He couldn't, once again he had failed Elizabeth. He didn't get another moment to contemplate thought, Elizabeth's screams echoed through the penthouse.
Both men turned and ran as fast as their feet would carry them into the bedroom, the sight stole their breath and broke their hearts.
Elizabeth was huddled against the large headboard, Jason's comforter pulled tightly against her body. Her eyes were the worst of it though, like she didn't know where she was. Johnny backed up two steps, coming to stand beside Sonny and Jason, looking dejected. "I was just coming in to check on her, I thought she would still be out, I didn't mean anything by it, I swear."
"I know Johnny, don't worry about it. How about you go downstairs to the kitchen with Sonny and help him fix her something to eat." Jason said, wanting a few moments alone with her.
"I-I-I'm not, hungry!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her voice raw with emotion.
"You just wait till you smell what I prepare, your taste buds will be dying for a bite." Sonny said, walking quickly from the room. Johnny following quickly on his heels.
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Jason slowly moved towards the bed, his heart breaking even more when he sat on the bed and she pulled within herself more, almost as if she was trying to disappear inside herself.
"Elizabeth?" Jason questioned, knowing she was going to have questions, not sure how he was going to answer them, but he would do the best he could.
"Wh-where… are… my clothes?" She asked, her voice barely audible and very hesitant.
"You were only wearing your robe when I came by, remember. Sonny's doctor came by and checked you out, I knew you probably wouldn't want to go to the hospital, so your checkup was done with the utmost discretion. I couldn't take a chance that something more was wrong, when you passed out, you scared me. I was thinking only of your well being." Jason said, his hands outstretched in supplication, hoping she would understand.
"How, could you." Elizabeth said, the tears that she was trying to hold at bay, now slid down her cheeks, dampening the fabric of the comforter.
"You can be mad at me if you want, but I couldn't just leave you there. You have to know what he did to you, why Elizabeth, why?" Jason asked pleadingly. Wanting nothing more than to understand her reasons.
"You keep saying he, like you know who did this. You don't have a clue, you can't make me tell you." Elizabeth said, her voice brooking no argument, but the fire that made one believe her demands, was absent. She didn't sound like a woman who knew what she wanted, she sounded more like a petulant child, unhappy about not getting their way.
"Elizabeth, don't play me for a fool, I am anything but, although if I would have known this was going to happen to you, I would have done what I wanted all along." Jason said, his tone growing angrier.
He had expected anger or outrage, but when she sunk down the headboard, pulling herself into the fetal position, Jason didn't know what to say or think. Had Lucky so completely destroyed her. He banished that thought before it could even take root, if he even began to think like that, he would once again be giving up on her and condemning her.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, but the way her body began to shake with the simple movement, felt like a knife had been imbedded deep in his chest. He would never have believed that his touch could have caused her fear, but he believed it now. He was helpless to help her, but wanted nothing more than to do just that.
"I won't push you, but you need to know that I am here for you. I love you and only want to see you get better. Please let me help you." Jason said, getting up from the bed. He grabbed the chair that stood by his window and placed it beside Elizabeth and the bed.
She didn't acknowledge his presence of his shift in position. She just buried her face deeper in the blanket. Her quiet sobs the only sound that ascertained that she was still awake, along with the small hiccups that escaped her.
Jason vowed he would give anything in the world to just see her smile again. He didn't really understand this reaction though, when he had spoken to her at the loft, she had all but ran into his arms, well after he had forced her to look at him. But she hadn't shaken when in his arms and had spoken more than a few words. He was going mad, he was not a patient man, but for Elizabeth he would bare the unbearable and wait.
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