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Chapter 38 - Emotionally Attached

Abby's head snapped up as she heard the door open, and noticing it was just Dr. Kovac, she looked back towards the window.

"Abby, this is Sarah, she's gonna help us." She didn't have to look up to know that Sarah was a nurse, and to be honest she'd feel more comfortable, less embarrassed, if she didn't know what this 'Sarah' looked like. It would feel less real, less personal.

"So," She felt Dr. Kovac grab her hand, but refused to look at her. "Do you want me to raise the bed a little?" Shaking her head, she pulled her hand away.

"It's fine." Although Abby couldn't see it, Dr. Kovac gave her a weak smile before moving to the bottom of the bed.

"Okay, I'm just gonna lift your legs." Without waiting for a reply, knowing that she most likely wouldn't get one, she put Abby's feet on the bed. "Can you hold them here for me?" After a few seconds, she received a small nod. Putting on some gloves, Dr. Kovac sighed. "Trust me, Abby. I hate having to do this just as much as you do." She felt like she had to say something, knowing how awkward and embarrassed Abby must be feeling.

Abby grabbed the sheet as she felt her gown getting lifted up over her knees. She really didn't want to look so vulnerable, but she couldn't help but feel really exposed. She was aware that Dr. Kovac was speaking to her, or maybe it was the nurse, she wasn't sure, but she blocked it out. It was the only way for her to not break down and feel even more humiliated than she already did.

Maybe this had all been a part of Richard's plan. It wouldn't surprise her if he had wanted this for her. He loved humiliating her, and she couldn't think of a worse or bigger way to do that than this. Not just the rape exam, but everything.

"Abby?" She didn't reply and Dr. Kovac wasn't sure if she just ignored her, didn't want to answer, or if she just wasn't speaking loud enough herself. The last one was definitely a possibility, cause she sure was shocked by what she saw. 'Abby' didn't look like a teenager, she looked at least decades older, like she'd been having loads and loads of sex for many years.

"Abby!" This time she received a small nod, probably because her tone had been so much more demanding. "I'm sorry, but it looks like you need some more stitches. Are you sure you still don't want sedation?" This caused Abby to look up surprised for a few seconds, before looking back towards the window, tightening her grip on the sheet.

"Yes." She knew this was going to get really painful, but she didn't care. She had gotten pretty good and blocking out the pain from getting stitches over the past couple of hours.

"Is he always this... rough on you?" Abby bit her lip. She didn't feel like answering, and especially not with a nurse present, but somehow she felt like she didn't have a choice.

"Sometimes. Depends on what mood he's in." She winced as she felt something really cold.

"So his moods affect how much he hurts you when he... rapes you?" Feeling a burning feeling, probably from Dr. Kovac cleaning out the wound, she winced, shrugging her shoulders to the question. "In what way, Abby?" Closing her eyes she bit her lip, not only because the questions were emotionally painful, but also because she knew Dr. Kovac was preparing the needle.

"Most of the time he doesn't care, he just wants to get it over with." Feeling the sharp pain from the needle, she let out a moan from the pain. "Sometimes he likes being evil," Once again she felt the needle, but this time she was more prepared. "Tying my hands on my back, doing everything he can think of to cause me as much pain as possible." She was waiting for the pain to return, but when it didn't, she figured Dr. Kovac was too stunned. "And sometimes," She now felt the pain again and knew Dr. Kovac was out of her trance. "He likes being... 'Nice'."

"Nice?" She sounded truly surprised. And Abby didn't blame her. It did sound weird. "How can he be 'nice'?" she shrugged her shoulders as she felt her eyes tear up. Somehow she was happy that Dr. Kovac was taking a break from the suturing, but at the same time she wished she wasn't. That way she could always blame the pain for her voice cracking, which she knew it would soon, and if she started crying.

"By not wanting to hurt me." She felt Dr. Kovac return to the suturing, kind of happy since she wanted it over with. Besides, she probably just thought she'd meant he cared about her, but that was so not true. "Touching me." She bit her lip, feeling the needle again. "Kissing me, licking me." She tried wiping away the tears that still hadn't fallen, but it didn't make her feel any better. "Stuff like that." She barely got the chance to finish the sentence before she felt Dr. Kovac put her legs back down. "He says he wants me to enjoy it as much as him." A single tear made its way down her cheek, but this time she didn't bother removing it.

"And do you?" That almost caused Abby to laugh.

"No," She felt more tears starting to fall down her cheeks. "I hate it!" Her voice was cracking and she started crying uncontrollably. "I wish he'd just torture me instead!" And she truly did. The pain she could handle, but the humiliation was something totally else. It was just like lately when he wanted her to take the lead, just as embarrassing. And lately he wouldn't leave her alone till he was sure she'd gotten her 'satisfaction' as he called it, wanting to hear her moans of pleasure. She didn't want to, she really didn't want to, and she refused to give in to him, so she didn't want to fake it either. And even if she did, she'd have absolutely no idea how to. So there she was, forced to be stuck with him till... well... she didn't even want to think about it.

Throwing the gloves into the trashcan, Dr. Kovac went to the other end of the bed, sitting down on the stool she'd left there earlier.

"It's okay." Grabbing one of Abby's hands, she wiped away the tears from Abby's face with her free hand, surprised that she didn't object. However, it didn't surprise her when her cheeks were just as tear strained a few seconds later. "You're safe now, Abby. He won't hurt you again. Nobody will." Biting her lip she shook her head, not bothering to move her hand.

"He will. He'll find some way to get back at me. He always does." Tightening her grip on Abby's hand she desperately, but unsuccessfully, attempted wiping away all the tears streaming down her face.

"He won't. He won't, Abby." Realizing she wasn't calming down, Dr. Kovac put her arms around her small, fragile body, holding her as tight as she could without hurting her too much.

Abby didn't object. Being embraced this way was something she never imagined being okay with, it scared her. But right now she was too weak emotionally to protest, and somehow it didn't feel as uncomfortable and frightening as she'd expected. It actually felt good. It felt like Dr. Kovac actually cared. Cared about 'her'.

"It's okay." Not wanting to let go she started carefully stroking Abby's hair, noticing that there was still blood residue in it. "You'll be okay." She'd gotten her up in a sitting position and was now rocking her back and forth, feeling how her sobs slowly quieted down. As she continued whispering calming and soothing words while stroking her hair, Abby's exhaustion slowly took over, and it didn't take long before she was completely out.

Carefully laying Abby back down, she tugged the blanked around her before looking at the nurse who was still standing in the room.

"Just go." She nodded towards the equipment they used for the rape exam, so that the nurseknew what she meant. "I'll take care of it."


"Hey Matt, have you seen the social worker?" The desk clerk pointed towards the lounge as Dr. Kovac leaned up against the counter.

"She's in there, talking to the boy."

"Thanks." Giving him a quick smile she left the admit area. She really needed to talk to that social worker.

"Hey mom!" Letting go of the door handle, she turned to face Luka. "How is she?" Dr. Kovac sighed, seeing the desperate look in her son's eyes.

"She's asleep." Luka just looked at her, waiting for her to continue, so she put her hand on his shoulder. "Luka, go home!"

"What?" His gaze turned to a combination of confusion and shock, and he shook his head. "I'm not going home."

"Yes, you are!" She took a deep breath. She knew that Luka would protest, but there was no use for him to be at the hospital. "It's getting late, and you have school tomorrow. Have you even eaten anything today?" Shaking his head he looked speechless at his mom. "I won't let you see her till after school tomorrow." Pushing her hand away he nodded.

"Fine." He sounded mad, and he was. Although she hated seeing him like that, she couldn't blame them. She would probably be pretty pissed herself, so it didn't surprise her when he walked away pretty angry.


"You needed me?" Dr. Kovac looked up to see the social worker leaving the lounge, so she motioned for her to follow her into an empty room.

"Have you found anything yet?" Crossing her arms she sat down on one of the beds.

"I've found a really good place for the boy. They're picking him up in less than an hour."

"They can't stay together?" Shrugging her shoulders, the social worker leaned up against the wall.

"Well, this family already has another boy, but he'll turn 18 in a couple of months, and they agreed to take the girl when he leaves."

"But she needs somewhere to stay until then. And she has to leave the hospital in a couple of days." Dr. Kovac was getting frustrated, and even though she didn't like admitting it, she was getting way too emotionally attached.

"The only place I could find was a single guy in..:"

"No!" Shaking her head she interrupted the social worker. "There's no way she'll be staying there." Not even waiting for a reply she left the room. She knew that she was pretty rude, but she didn't care. It had been an exhausting day, she had been off for almost 7 hours, but she'd stayed because of Abby, and now she really just wanted to go home to her family and get some rest before having to come back early next morning.