Chris P.C., and deviousflower (love ur username, by the way :) sorry this took so long to update, I promise if anyone is still reading this, it will go faster now... thank you for your reviews!
anything for him
Sister Jude's veiled threats did not fall lightly to Violet's ears, in fact it was the very next night that she risked her life in order to ensure no one would take her Tate away.
Just before her shift started, Violet made her way down to Dr. Arden's office, with two metal picks in her pocket, along with Tate's serum to awaken him from his coma.
This wasn't the first time she had broken into his office, but somehow with the stakes so much higher, it seemed to really rattle her nerves to the point where she was shaking as she slid the metal spike into the antique lock.
She had taken extra precautions this time, checking to make sure Dr. Arden's car was gone from his assigned parking space, even venturing into to the dark catacombs deep inside his special wing, a place strictly forbidden to all personnel, even Sister Jude, to listen for any unusual sounds.
Once inside his spacious office, she let out a deep frustrated sigh, unsure of exactly what Sister Jude was looking for.
Starting with his desk, she rifled through paperwork which mainly consisted of diagnosis requests for insurance forms, and endless notes on medical techniques and terminology.
She even opened a locked drawer that seemed particularly suspicious, but only found a bottle of liquor and a yellowed old envelope full of black and white photographs.
Holding up the bottle, she was surprised when she read the label, expecting Vodka, or Scotch she crinkled her nose trying to pronounce the word under her breath quietly.
"Gl-uh-wein… Gluh-wein… Gluhwein, German?"
Not thinking much of it, she placed it back just how she found it, and began looking through the pictures.
Nothing seemed out of place, there was a very old photo of a young man resembling Arden, with a blonde pretty woman, and several pictures of, again, that same young man with his friends, arms stretched around each other drinking, laughing.
Then she found another smaller envelope inside the large one, looking inside she saw something extremely disturbing, something that made the blood drain from her face.
She felt as if she would faint, as if the world was spinning, flipping upside down on itself, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be what she was thinking.
Shaking she fumbled with the a copier machine that looked as if it was made in the eighties, making two copies she quickly turned it off and put everything back in order.
Fear like she never felt it before flooded her body as she looked over the room, scanning for anything out of place before leaving to run to Sister Jude.
Glancing up at the large clock enclosed in a metal grate, she noticed she had fifteen minutes before her shift was due to start.
With trembling hands she knocked on the nun's door, praying that she wasn't making a huge mistake.
"You may enter Violet."
Walking in nervously, wondering how she even knew it was her, Sister June snarkily pointed to the camera mounted across the hall pointed at her door.
"You can never be too careful, now, I'm surprise to see you here so soon after our little talk, you can't possible be here with anything - "
Throwing the picture on her desk, feeling sick, she fell into the wooden chair to wrap her arms protectively around herself, absolutely petrified.
"Tell me this is a joke, that it can't be true, that this is just a picture of some disturbing midlife crisis costume party or something…. please Sister."
Examining the aged cracked black and white photo more carefully, Sister Jude became uncharacteristically quiet as she slipped on her reading glasses.
Sitting back in her chair, she rocked back and forth slowly humming the mind numbing french song that played on a loop in the recreation room happily.
Her eyes narrowed as she studied the menacing uniform with the infamous symbols, and his terrifying outward salute to most evil man to ever walk the Earth.
"Oh quite the contrary Violet, I am very confident that this is the real deal. It appears as though our good doctor is a Nazi war criminal."
With only one thing on her mind Violet rushed to the gleeful nun practically throwing herself at her mercy on her knees.
"Sister Jude, we have to get Tate out of there, he is not the monster you think he is, Dr. Arden and his father are friends, they set all of this up, he is in danger, please you have to help me!"
Sighing Sister let her glasses go to swing on the chain from around her neck.
"Calm yourself dear, I'm afraid there isn't much I can do at the moment with Arden, while this picture is plenty proof for me, I'm thinking the police will want something more…. substantial, until then he is completely protected under the angelic wing of our loving Monsignor."
Sitting back on her heels Violet looked up at her astounded by her casual response.
"You can't be serious, Sister, he's performing experiments on him, Tate could die, there has to be something we can do!"
Leaning back in her chair, glaring down into Violet's wide hazel eyes she shrugged flippantly.
"Well I don't know about we but there certainly something you can do."
Standing Violet began pacing the room fiddling with the other copy in her pocket that Sister Jude remained unaware of.
"What can I possibly do? I have no power here, plus I think he already suspects that I know what he's doing!"
Crossing her arms defiantly, the stern nun simply nodded towards the door.
"Well than, you need to work quickly don't you, if I were you I'd find definitive proof of Arden's affiliation with the Nazi party, that really is the only way I see your Mr. Langdon getting out of here alive."
Tensing her entire body when hearing those last few words, Violet's eyes flashed to the clock once more realizing she was now late for her shift.
"I have to go, If I get you the proof your need, will you promise to help him?"
Cocking her head to the side, Sister Jude pointed her finger at Violet's chest earnestly.
"You get me the evidence I need to put that beast of man behind bars, and I will see to it personally that Tate's case is reopened, and that he is transferred to out of here to be examined by physicians that have no connects to his father."
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Violet rushed through her other patients unable to concentrate, she knew that her only hope of finding anything concrete on Dr. Arden and his affiliation with the Nazi party was to break into his house.
Exhausted, feeling the welts from Sister Jude's punishing blows even more now, Violet wearily unlocked Tate's door.
Retrieving the vials from her shoes, she sat on the bed leaning his arm on her lap, while she shot the medication into his vein.
Holding his hand to her heart, needing to be as close as possible to him as she waited for the medication to work, Violet broke down.
Tears welled in her eyes before falling down her cheeks one by one, it was something that rarely if ever she allowed herself to do, but the pressure was mounting on her shoulders more than ever, if she wanted to save Tate, she to be brave.
Closing her tired eyes Violet didn't notice Tate as he began to awaken from his forced state of sleep.
Groggy, it always took some time before he was fully aware of where he was and what was going on.
Seeing her like that, broken, so sad, even fearful, was torture, worse than anything Dr. Arden could do to him.
Feeling more than helpless, he studied her, the way she was clutching his hand, how she trembled up against him as though she was scared.
This wasn't wasn't her, he knew instantly that something else was bothering her, concerned he pushed himself up into a sitting position and pulled her close to his chest.
Without hesitation she curled into him, nuzzling her face within the crook of his neck as he protectively wrapped his arms around her.
Bringing his lips to her temple he kissed her softly while whispering in the most gentle deep tone.
"What is it Violet? Please tell me what's wrong."
Shaking her head, she was reluctant to tell him, she couldn't think of anything more terrifying than knowing that the madman torturing him was actually a real life Nazi.
"Does it have something to do with last night? I can't remember anything, I know I passed out before you were ready, did something happen?"
It was useless to try and hide anything from him, he had a hold over her, a connection that she had with no other.
Unsure if lying would even serve a purpose, she shook her head, not knowing where to start.
It was when she turned to face him that one of her most painful bruises on her upper thigh, hit the steel rails on the side of the bed.
Her face said it all, the pain too much to hide as he lowered her face, hoping that the stray hairs from her messy bun would hide the evidence.
Grabbing her by the cheeks, now extremely worried he stared at her with those big dark eyes that saw right through her.
"Violet, you're hurt, tell me right now, what happened? Did that fucker Arden do something to you?"
With no concern for himself Tate threw off the covers and tried to stand only to wobble slightly from the shock of the drugs to his system.
"No!, Tate, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to end this, if you won't protect yourself then I'll have to talk to Sister Jude about Arden, it's one thing to mess with me, but when he starts fucking around with you than - "
Rushing to him, she wrapped her arms around his back interlocking her fingers against his stomach.
"He didn't hurt me, Sister Jude did."
Turning to face her, he wiped her tears away before lifting her chin to face him.
"What are you talking about? What did she do?"
Averting her eyes, clearly embarrassed and deeply humiliated, Violet shook her head.
"It doesn't matter now, it's over."
Pressing his forehead to hers, Tate brushed his thumb along her lower lip lovingly.
"Violet you can tell me anything, there is nothing that will ever change the way I feel about you, you're all I have, all I want in this world, I need to know that you trust me enough to be honest with me."
Nodding slowly Violet began to unbutton her uniform.
"After you passed out last night, Dr. Arden showed up at the door unexpectedly, it was my fault, I was so caught up in you that I forgot about the time. Anyway he was banging on the door, insisting that I open it, but I was half dressed, you were a mess, the room wasn't put together right, we were caught, and I was so scared."
Edging the dull grey smock off her delicate shoulders she let it fall to the ground before pulling out the bun that was giving her a horrible headache.
"Sister Jude saved us, she distracted Arden, got him to go somewhere else, but of course with everything in this god damn life there was a price for her good deed."
Shaking her head, letting her golden hair fall over her shoulders, she had no idea the effect she was having on Tate, who was paying close attention, even though he was, as always, struck hard by her beauty.
"She told me that she knew that 'we' were 'close', she doesn't know what Dr. Arden is doing but it's clear to her that he's evil, and that he's manipulating you medically in some way, but none of that really matters to her. She hates him, and wants him gone, and since she now has something on me, she forcing me to find evidence that he's not who he says he is, or that he's fucked up enough to get him kicked out of here."
Stroking her cheek with the back of his hand he whispered almost ethereally to her.
"Ok, but that still doesn't explain why you're in so much pain."
Her heart sped up as the moonlight from the stained glass window above his bed shone down on his pale chest spiraling beautiful colors over his skin.
Gazing up into the flaxen curls that fell handsomely over his eyes that were as black as a starless sky, she had the same thought she did the first time she laid eyes on him.
He must be an angel.
"Sister Jude is big on driving a point home, punishment with a price she called it, I still don't know what the hell that means."
Turning around slowly, wanting to die from embarrassment, Violet removed the rest of her under garments so he could see the deep purple bruises and bright red welts all over the small of her back, her thighs, and rounded cheeks.
Gasping loudly, furious, heartbroken, he knelt down behind her grazing his gentle fingertips along the curve of her hips.
Violet let out a sigh feeling is warm hands on her willing her pain away.
Barely touching her, he swept his mouth over each wound, kissing tenderly every heinous strike against her tender skin.
"Oh Violet, you'll never know how sorry I am."
Covering her face as he insisted on soothing her with his soft lips, her voice faltered.
"None of this is your fault, nothing could ever be your fault Tate."
Turning her slightly so she was facing the bed, he gingerly eased her forward, so she was bent over, her hands resting on the mattress, putting her in the exact same position Sister Jude had forced her into yesterday.
"Just relax Violet, I'm going to take your pain away."
Her teary eyes slid shut as he skimmed his soft fingers between her thighs to gently spread her legs apart.
She exhaled sharply feeling the cool air hit the searing painful wounds so cruelly driven into her flawless skin.
A shiver rushed over her entire body feeling his presence behind her naked body, knowing that he was so close.
Smoothing his hands up inside her thighs she whimpered loudly when she felt his breath skim across her slit that was becoming drenched by just the nearness of him.
Eased by the evidence that she was enjoying this, needing for her to feel something other than the barbaric remains of the beating of the Sister's wooden rod, he brought his mouth close to her center.
Leaning over further so her elbows hit the sheets, she breathed out forcefully.
"Tate, you ...y-you don't have to do this."
Reaching around with a feather's touch to stroke her clit, he replied lustfully, in a husky deep breathless tone.
"I want to, I always want you Violet, I need to take your pain away. I need to taste you, to know that you have some pleasure among all this pain."
Violet could barely speak after he finished his explicit statement, his motivation was clear, but it was obvious he was craving her, desperate to make her feel good, to make her come.
Teasing her with the tip of tongue, he provided the sweet torture that her body had been longing for, allowing her to forget everything, even if just for a few moments.
Her tousled hair fell down over her shoulders teasing her breasts as he strummed her clit with his fingertips.
She breathlessly whined his name as he flicked his tongue inside her again and again until she was shivering, clawing at the sheets, begging for him to fuck her.
Unwilling to stop until he tasted her climax fully, he sped up curling his tongue so the tip grazed that spot that made her see stars.
Only when he was satisfied, did he turn her carefully around, worried so much that he would hurt her.
Discarding his hospital pajama bottoms quickly, he skimmed his fingers along her lips before kissing her softly, whispering words of love and forever.
Sitting on the bed he pulled her towards him so she was straddling his lap before surging up hard.
Glistening with sweat she grabbed his angelic blonde waves to bring his lips to hers.
Deeply kissing him, she rode him hard before breaking for a desperate breath of air.
Lost, tangled up in him, as he continued to thrust desperately inside her, she stared up at the stained glass window that displayed the luminous moon, revealing beautiful hues of colors that splintered over their naked skin like a prism.
Within that moment, that second of clarity, she knew in her heart of hearts that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, no risk she wouldn't take, no law she wouldn't break.
If it was hard evidence Sister Jude wanted, she would get it, no matter how far she had to go to get it.
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