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After a couple hours, Danielle was finally placed in a room. X-rays revealed that she had two fractured ribs and a broken wrist, and second degree burns on her arms. Munch was sitting in the waiting room, trying to force down a bitter cup of tea when they wheeled her out.
"If you want to follow me, I'll take you both to her room," the nurse said, sharing the same tired look as Munch.
He rose, following the two down a hallway, then into a single room. The nurse helped her into the bed, slowing and gently. Munch watched as his nieces face distorted from the pain as she reached up to her chest.
"I'll be back in an hour to give you some more pain killers," the nurse said, before stepping out of the room.
Munch pulled a chair right up to the bed, and waited for Danielle to start talking. She sighed, and started the explanation.
"He was ready for me when I walked through the door, grabbing my wrists so I couldn't get away. He dragged me into the bedroom and threw me against the wall, then just started wailing on me from there. After about an hour, he left, taking the phone with him. The next time he came back, I was ready. I managed to get my arms around his neck long enough for him to pass out."
Danielle paused to catch her breath, the pain in her chest making it hard to speak.
"He hadn't fed me for over twelve hours, but I got as far as I could from the apartment."
"That's when you passed out," Munch said, trying to talk for her.
She nodded. They were both quiet, Danielle clearly exhausted from the days events. Munch didn't ask any more questions. Part of him didn't want to know what else his brother did to her. It was written all over her arms.