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The Flame of Franco

Trying To Heal...

As soon as Sandy was done, Sam quickly pulled her legs down and curled up into a ball. She pulled her hand away from Jason and rocked her body slowly back and forth. Tears streamed down her face as she slowly whimpered. Having herself open and exposed like that just brought back those memories she would just like to forget. All she wanted to do was heal.

She shoved her fist into her month to silent the sobs that shook her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, darkening the world around her. She wanted it all to go away. She wanted everyone to leave. She wanted this nightmare to end. To wake up and be somewhere else. She wanted to go home.

She could hear movement and whispering around her but she did not open her eyes. She assumed it was just Sandy and the nurse talking about her with Jason, who she could his eyes on her. She wanted so badly to comfort him and tell him that it was all going to be fine. But she couldn't do that. She didn't know if it was all going to be fine. She didn't know if she would ever be able to get over what had happened.

She hugged the bear that Spinelli had given to her close to her chest as a fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the soft white fur.

Jason couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam as she lay there, curled up. He wanted so badly just to get into the bed beside her and take her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted so badly to take the pain away. But he knew that he couldn't. That it wasn't that easy.

"Mr. Morgan?" called Sandy as she waved a hand in front of Jason's face.

"Uh?" replied Jason as he looked away from Sam and turned his attention onto the CSI. He hadn't been listening to a word she had said.

"Mr. Morgan," repeated Sandy," I was saying that we will have the results back on the evidence that we have collected from Sam as soon as possible."

Jason just blinked at her. He didn't know how to reply to this. He didn't really care about the results on the evidence. All it would prove was that Franco had been the one to rape Sam. That was something he already knew.

Sandy held Jason's gaze for a second longer, smiling kindly at him before turning around and began to pack up her kit with the freshly bagged evidence. "I will send Lucky in to take your statement," she commented out loud into the room.

Jason had not heard this last piece of info as the CSI left the room. His attention was on Sam again, who still lay in the same position. He took a small step towards the bed. He held his hand out in mid air. He wanted to reach out to Sam. But he didn't want to upset her any more. He knew that after what she had just been through, she didn't want to be touched. He could understand that. He wouldn't want to either. But it killed him not to be able to hold her in his arms and kiss her wounds.

Just then the door to the room opened and Lucky appeared back in. He knew that this would be the hard part now, trying to get Sam to talk about what had happened to her. A wave of doubt spread through him as he looked on at her curled up in the bed like a small frightened child. He knew that there was no way now that Sam would tell her statement. He knew he would have to let it go for another day. He wanted to do his job but he wasn't going to put it above his friend. He cared for Sam and wanted to see her heal. Her statement could wait a little longer.

Jason looked up at Lucky. He had forgotten that Lucky had come here too, to get Sam's statement. The two men stared at each other for a moment before a silent agreement passed between them. He then watched as the officer nodded his head before turning on his heel and exiting the room.

Okay I know its short but I promise longer chapters are coming! Thanks for reading and please review!