Sorry the update took so long, but i hppe it's worth it. This is a long chapter :D

-- I decided to leave the whole Walter-dying side story out for the intentions of this story.

The light momentarily blinded me as we entered the hospital. Doc had two lamps on and was sitting at his desk skimming medical books. The moment my eyes adjusted I saw Doc stand and rush over, worry and confusion clear on his face.

"Wanda? What happened?" He asked me quickly examining my state. He seemed hesitant to touch me, in fear of hurting me farther.

"Kyle, he raped her." Ian spat, wiping away fresh tears from my cheeks. I couldn't contain my emotions, the tears simply wouldn't let up.

"What…I don't believe it…why…how could he…oh my god, Wanda I am so sorry…bring her over here, there's a cot with fairly clean sheets." Ian brought me over to the cot and placed me gently on the bed. Doc's face was a statue of remorse. He rushed across the room for his medical bag and was back in a second. He saw me eyeing it warily and explained.

"Wanda I have to do an examination, you're pretty badly hurt and I have to treat you." He replied sympathetically. I gave a small shiver and nodded. Ian squeezed my hand. "Where's Kyle, what's being done?" Doc asked, momentarily distracted.

"I don't know, but Jared is trying to track him down, I have no doubt he will. Perhaps there will be a tribunal; perhaps Jeb will just shoot him. We can't have a rapist wondering the caves." Ian responded coldly, not letting go of my hand.

"No, they can't kick him out, they can't shoot him. He's human. He belongs here Ian. I should be the one to leave. I don't belong." I replied frantically. It was wrong that Kyle was now the enemy and I the good guy. Of course I didn't want to be near him any longer, but I could leave, not him.

"Stop that, Wanda, like I've said many times before…you're too self sacrificing. He hurt you and he will have to pay. Jeb made that clear." I didn't argue further, because I knew between Ian and Doc I would lose this argument. Doc proceeded to unpack his tools. When I thought I saw a needle, I cringed into Ian. "It's okay Wanda, I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere, relax you'll be okay." He leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. Doc starred, surprisingly but made no comment. After a moment though he should warn Ian of what was to come.

"This examination could be painful and uncomfortable for Wanda, with the lack of medication and pain killers in the caves it won't be pretty. But it's better to go through it so I can treat her, than risk infection form her cuts or any further damage. I want to make sure she will be all right, and I simply cannot let her go untreated. With that said Ian, you may want to leave, as this may get uncomfortable." His eyes were wary, he knew how much Ian cared for me, but also knew how uncomfortable this may get. Doc was very professional and clearly just wanted what was best for me.

"I don't mind. I'm not going anywhere as long as Wanda wants me here. Unless you would rather I leave—then I would have no problem—"

"No, it's fine I cut him off. I didn't want to do this alone, and I wanted a hand to hold. Ian smiled warmly at me.

"Alright then." Doc replied. "I'm so sorry I haven't a cleaner place to do this, or something else for you to change into, but this will have to do." I knew what was coming, pain, discomfort and awkwardness. Just then I heard footsteps coming from down the south tunnel. Doc stopped what he was doing and we all looked up.

Jared entered the room hesitantly wearing a new shirt, and a look of sympathy. I was sick of that look, the look everyone was giving me. It was only making me more upset.

"Jared, I was just about to start examining Wanda's injuries. If you want to help, you can do so by asking everyone not to come into the hospital for about the next hour. That would be greatly appreciated." Jared nodded; he looked as though he was about to leave when he surprised me by walking my way.

"Are you—well how are…" He stopped mid sentence. Seeming to know the answer to his question. Of course I wasn't alright. "I truly am sorry Wanda." Jared said giving my hand a squeeze the way Ian had earlier. He looked up at Ian who was still holding my other hand and had taken a seat beside my cot on an old stool. "Take care of her." He said, emotion strong in his voice.

"Of Course." Ian added like it has been a ridiculous command.

"I'll be back to see you later." He said turning to me. Then he walked out of the room swiftly and my eyes fell back on Docs once again.

"Alright, are we about ready to start?" Doc gave a hesitant reassuring smile. My tears had just started to dry up and were now on the brink of starting again. I looked up at Ian who gave a hopeful smile as well. I took a deep breath and nodded. Doc fished through his medical kit briefly and lay things out that he would need. I didn't dare look at the items he had chosen. It was better for me not to know.

Ian turned away but never let go of my hand. Doc started with the top half of my body, probably saving the worst for last. He slid my t-shirt up, much to my embarrassment and examined my bruises and scrapes. He cleaned mild cuts and pressed along sore spots to make sure nothing was broken. I winced every time he poked and prodded, but tried to refrain from crying out, as I knew it would only make this harder on him. Although I couldn't help the odd sound from escaping my mouth as he presses the sorest spots. Doc apologized every time he noticed a reaction from me.

When he was satisfied with the top half he moved onto the bottom. Doc pulled the shirt back down to where it has been before, just above my knees. This gave me quite a bit more coverage and Ian felt it safe to turn back around but still glanced away. He still hadn't let my hand go. He gave it tight squeezes when I needed a distraction the most and small smiles now and again. I thought about whether I would rather have Trudy or another girl here, but decided I was most comfortable with Ian. He was so kind and I appreciated his presence.

Doc then slipped the t-shirt up a little ways and began to examine my lower body. He let out a sigh and gave a pained look at this sight. I knew it probably wasn't pretty. I was still in a lot of pain, but the embarrassment of the moment served as a temporary distraction.

"Wanda I'm going to have to try and find some pain killers for this part. Hang on a sec." He got up and walked over to his drawers, moving things around and slamming the drawers shut in frustration.

"It's okay. Don't waste those on me, I'll be fine." I didn't want what precious little medication they had to be used on me.

"Trust me, you'll need it. Besides you need stitches and there's no was you'll hold still enough for me to do anything without pain meds." He replied reasonably. Ian let out a noise that almost sounded like a growl, I presume it was because he was imagining why I would need stitches. I squeezed his hand for once and he looked down on me, his face still a mask of pain.

Doc finally came back towards us with a little bottle. "All I have is Tylenol 500's. It's not much but it's something. This won't take off much of the pain I'm afraid Wanda. I do have a little something to numb the area with as well, so hopefully it won't be too bad." He said remorsefully. I gave a small smile, which gave him permission to proceed. I swallowed the pills he gave me. Doc decided it would be best to wait a few minutes, to give the medication a bit of time to kick in. While we waited, I sat up and Ian came to join me on the bed. He was behind me, supporting my weight and I was lying on his shoulder. Ian had his arms around me and this was slightly painful, but not enough that I protested in any way. It was too comforting.

Doc took a seat in Ian's stool. "Wanda. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" He asked hesitantly.

I chuckled. "Doc, how much more personal does it get from what we've been doing for the last twenty minutes." I replied.

He smiled back. "Well…" He hesitated.

"Out with it." I encouraged.

"It's more curiosity than anything. But I noticed that you were very torn up, and I mean very. Which is often the case with rape. But even before the invasion, I worked in a hospital for a long time and yours is one of the worst cases I've ever seen. I guess I was just wondering well…I assume your body or Mel's body, well I don't know…I assume you were a virgin. And I know you don't have much experience with this sort of thing, so I was just wondering if you were aware of the repercussions of sex?" He looked up hesitantly. I was confused by his question. "What I mean is, you do realize you could become pregnant from what happened here tonight right?" He paused to study my face again. I felt Ian's grip tighten around me.

My face froze. Of course I knew what could happen, but it wasn't something I had thought of until now. I was so caught up in the pain, embarrassment and now Doc's exam to think about it. Could I become pregnant with Kyle's child, and in this way too? This wasn't something I wanted. "I hadn't thought of that." I answered truthfully.

"It's possible it might not happen, but if it does we have options. You don't have to have it Wanda, we can take care of it." I shuddered at the thought of killing a child. "But we don't have to decide anything right now, besides it's to early to worry about that at the moment. I just thought it was something that should be brought to your attention." Doc said casually. Ian didn't say anything, he was being very quiet, but I could tell he didn't like the thought of me having his brother's child by the way he tensed under me. So I tried to change the subject.

"How long do the pain meds usually take?" I asked, as I realized I was feeling a bit numb.

"Oh right, we should be okay to proceed now Wanda." Doc replied moving back to the end of the bed. Ian went to move back into his seat but I stopped him.

"Stay here." I looked at him hopefully, the comfort his closeness gave me was nice and I really needed it. He looked at me shocked and shifted back to where he had been sitting.

"Half done." He said softly stroking my hair. I nodded and lay down on his lap in the position I had been before, I was flat on the bed, knees up and my head was resting on Ian.

Doc moved my shirt up a bit again and I felt the numbing medicine he has just used kicking in a bit. It wasn't strong and as he began to work I honestly felt it.

"Just relax Wanda." He said with a reassuring look. I tried but it was very difficult. I was hurt the worst down here and I knew it, I could feel it. Every touch was painful. The poking and prodding got to me, and the tears started up again before I could stop them. Ian smoothed them away as they came, and mumbled reassurances to me, and Doc apologized frequently. I was glad for their kindness.

When the stitching started I knew it. I cried out a bit and moved under Doc's grip trying to escape the pain. "I know, I'm sorry Wanda, I wish I had something real to give you, this is painful but it would be so much worse to let it go untreated. I continued to squirm as he pressed on.

"Ian help me keep her still, it'll hurt less that way." I didn't believe that and I continued to cringe away from his touch. Ian gave me an apologetic look and tried to hold me still.

"Shh, Wanda, calm down, it's alright. He's almost done. This went on for a good ten minutes. He prodded and tugged as my tears fell, until finally doc had cleaned all my wounds and was finished.

"All done." He said cheerfully. We were all happy to be finished with this. I think I was the most grateful though.

I let out a sigh of relief and tried to sit up a bit. Ian pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me protectively again. "I'm going to kill him for putting you through this." He said mater-of-factly.

"No you won't. But thank you Ian, for staying with me, and thanks Doc. I appreciate all your help." I was tired from all the mental and physical strain and became sleepy in Ian's arms. He got up and set me down on the cot more comfortably.

"You should get some sleep." He said. Ian got up like he was going to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"No don't leave me, please, stay." He chuckled and crawled on the small cot beside me, putting his arms around me. Again the pressure was slightly painful on my numerous cuts and bruises but I allowed it. The comfort was so worth it.

Doc smiled and made his way out of the hospital, presumably to talk to others and find out what was going on elsewhere in the caves. I drifted to sleep in Ian's arms, warm and safe.

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So what did u think? Reviews. I want to know if u liked it before i write more. Any suggestions? It gives me inspiration. This story probably won't be much longer because it's purpose is almost up, but maybe another chapter or two. but seriously REVIEW lol