But after several hours worth of surgery, she was wheeled into a recovery room in I.C.U. The family was told the room number and they were shown to it. The doctor in charge of Mercya's care is Naomi Whitman and she told everything that had happened since the night before.
" We've been working on Mercya since just about midnight last night, and I do believe that everything is pretty much fixed. Minus her busted up ribs, of course. Those will have ti heal on their own. " If there's any questions, please don't hestiate to either ask me or one of the nurses." Elliot askedher. " Dr. Whitman, how long will the therapy help her?" Dr. Whitman answered him truthfully. Saying, " to be totally honest with you, Mr. Salem, it all depends on her."
"Not only that, but sometimes, it's hard to get young soldiers to agree to do it all. But, it should go just fine. She's tougher than she looks." Nala arrived at St. Ann's with her mother to comfort her uncle. Mercya was sitting up and awake when they had gotten to the room and finally met her cousin and godmother for the first time.
She had her squad go after her old C.O. and to bring him back in for war crimes. And for the next several months, she remained in the hospital, healing and getting the therapy needed for her arm and legs. Her left leg was really fucked up, worse than her right leg. But she pulled through with her friends and family around her. Finally, she had gotten a choice of what date she could go home on, and she picked December 25.
Finally, after many months of trying to find him, Swenson was brought back to the United States to be charged with everything under the sun. And Mercya had testifed against him too. Once the judge asked to speak to the jury as an order, she complied and said. " That bastard, Swenson, fucked me against my will. And after that, he beat me to within an inch of my life. Left me for dead and let five brutes try to finish the job up!" " All because I worked for Cordova as El Diablo."