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Chapter 19: More Bad News
"Who wants eggs?" Davy asked almost 4 months later. Peter, Sarah and Micky were all sitting at the kitchen table in their pajamas. They had all just woken up, and for some reason, Davy was much more chipper than any of the rest of them.
"You made eggs?" Sarah asked smiling at him. She was now much more healthy looking and had completely healed. She was putting on more weight and all the color and spark had returned to her face.
"Yep," Davy answered spooning some onto her plate. "Peter? Micky?"
"Thanks," Peter answered as Micky nodded. After a minute, Mike and Rose walked in, both looking sullen and tired.
"What happened?" Micky asked pushing out a seat for Mike while Peter got up to let Rose sit down.
"We finally saw something," Rose said. For nearly the last 4 months, Mike and Rose had been going to the hospital at night to watch the place for any information they could use to get that search warrant, only to come up with nothing.
"What happened?" Sarah asked hopefully.
"We saw a couple go in empty handed," Rose answered.
"And come out with a baby," Mike finished.
"They adopted one of the patients baby's," Sarah said.
"That's so horrible," Peter said.
"That's what he does," Sarah said. "He makes a lot of money that way."
"You alright, Mike?" Micky asked noticing how upset his friend seemed.
"I just can't believe that he just took someone's kid away from them," Mike mumbled. "He stole someone's baby to sell it."
"The girls there are used to it," Sarah said trying unsuccessfully to make him feel better. "We knew from the beginning those kids were never ours. It's the only way we could cope. We were just incubators; not mothers."
"Rose didn't feel that way about Hope," Mike said.
"That was different," Rose answered. "These girls know their babies are going to be taken away from them the second they give birth. These pregnancies are planned. They're experimented on. I wasn't. And there's always been the chance that my baby didn't come from evil." Micky glanced at the ground, not wanting to think about Hope too much.
"That doesn't make it any better," Mike mumbled.
"No, it doesn't," Micky said. "But there's nothing more we can do about it. Not until we can get more dirt on that place. I don't think what you guys saw would be enough for that search warrant."
"No," Rose answered. "Peter, Davy, tell me you two found something else we can use."
"Actually, we did," Peter said grabbing a few pieces of paper off the counter and bringing them to the table. "After months of digging, we finally found them. They were buried because they were only little paragraphs, but we finally found some good stories. The first one is a news article about this family who sent their daughter to the hospital for treatment, but after a few months, they weren't allowed to visit her anymore. Doctor Eichmann said that any visitors would be detrimental to her healing process, so he barred anyone from seeing her. Of course her parents threw a fit over that and attempted to sue the hospital. The lawyers dug around and looked into it and were ready to bring a case against the hospital and doctor Eichmann, but the girl died suddenly. Doctor Eichmann ruled it a heart attack, but her parents said she'd never suffered a heart condition a day in her life. Tried to urge the police to dig into it, but they wouldn't. They sided with the doctor and left the case alone. The family went to the newspaper to try and drum up hype, but it didn't work apparently."
"Does it give a name or anything?" Rose asked. "I can pull the death certificate and check it out."
"No," Peter answered. "The family wanted the victims name to stay anonymous to protect her privacy."
"What about the other article?" Micky asked.
"Similar story," Davy answered. "Family sends their daughter to the hospital and never sees her again. They are sent a letter stating that their daughter was going to be transferred to another facility that could better serve her, but when the parents check with that place, they've never heard of her. It takes 3 months to sort out the paperwork with lawyers and the police before Dr. Eichmann said there had been a "very grave mistake" made. The girl killed herself and the letter that was sent to the family was supposed to be informing them of that and asking what they wanted done with the body. Since they never responded, Dr. Eichmann just sent her to the morgue and had her buried."
"Heart attack and suicide," Micky said. "Nothing you wouldn't expect to find at a hospital. Nothing suspicious."
"No, but maybe I can convince these families to push for a renewed investigation," Rose said. "That should get us a warrant to look at their files. We should be able to get some dirt on that. It's at least a start."
"I'm going to bed," Mike said getting up from the table.
"Don't you want breakfast?" Davy asked. "I made eggs."
"Not really hungry after all that," Mike answered and walked up the stairs silently.
"Can't say I really blame him," Peter admitted poking at his own eggs with his fork. "This is all really depressing."
"Don't worry about it so much, Peter," Micky said full of guilt. "You'll just give yourself nightmares." The rest of the day, they left Mike alone to sleep. Rose went off to work to see what she could dig up on the cases and talk to her boss. Peter and Davy went back to the library to do more research. Micky had given up trying to prove to Mike anything about Heather, and the two hadn't even spoken much about it over the last four months.
After dinner, Mike came down to eat a little and take a shower; he was going to go back out with Rose and watch the hospital again. Micky decided to go back up to the room and get ready for bed himself. They had all moved their beds into the room on the second floor so Sarah could have the bottom room to herself. They'd even managed to buy a cheap 5th bed. Micky had only been in the room long enough to take off his shirt before he heard Sarah knock on the door behind him.
"Can I talk to you?" Sarah asked.
"Of course," Micky smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were changing; I can come back," Sarah said staring at him. Normally Micky would feel embarrassed, but instead he just smiled.
"It's fine," Micky laughed. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"
"I guess not," Sarah smiled.
"What is it?" Micky asked sitting on the end of his bed.
"You and your friends have all be so nice to me," Sarah said. "Letting me stay here until I healed. Even moving into this tiny room together."
"We've lived in this room before," Micky smiled. "Mr. Babbit had to fix something downstairs and we all moved up here. It's really no big deal."
"You know what I mean," Sarah said. "You didn't have to do any of this for me. And it was so I could heal. And now I'm better...I can go and live on my own."
"Are you saying you want to leave?" Micky asked suddenly feeling hurt. Neither of them had really had the conversation about what would happen once she had gotten better, but he just kind of assumed she'd stay with him.
"I don't know, Micky," she said. "We haven't talked about us."
"Us?" Micky asked.
"Where we stand," Sarah answered. "We haven't seen or heard from each other in 5 years. We aren't really seeing each other anymore. You moved on with your life. I can't just suddenly come back in…"
"What makes you think you can't?" Micky asked. "What makes you think I really moved on from you?"
"You can't tell me you haven't had any relationships in the last 5 years," Sarah said. "I haven't, but that's because I've been held prisoner."
"I have," Micky answered reaching out and pulling her closer to him. "But they haven't ever meant anything. I've never been able to feel anything close to what I felt with you. The few women I've gone home with, I've always pictured you. I've never been able to get you out of my mind. I've never been able to get over you. I wanted to find you like I found Rose and Hope. I wanted to make sure you were ok. I should have. But I didn't. I told you to move on without me. And I was scared if I jumped back into your life, it would complicate things. And I didn't want that. I wanted you to be happy. If I had…" Sarah leaned down and swallowed his words with a kiss. The first kiss he'd gotten from her like this in 5 years. It sent emotions flooding through his whole body and he suddenly couldn't bring himself to let her go. If he did, he might lose her again forever.
"Don't you dare blame yourself, Micky," Sarah said softly against his lips. "There's no way you could have known anything was wrong with me. And there's not really much you could have done anyway. You did more for me than you know. The thought of you is what kept me alive. So many times I wanted to die; I thought about the number of ways I could have killed myself, but somehow I knew...I knew you'd find me. I knew I'd see you again. And the thought of being with you again kept me going through all of it. I had to survive so I could be with you again."
"Don't ever leave me again," Micky whispered. Sarah smiled and they kissed again as he pulled her tighter to him.
"I'll stay as long as you'll have me," Sarah answered. Micky smiled into another kiss and slipped his hand up the back of her shirt before rolling around to lie her gently on his bed. She moaned into him as one hand moved down to cradle her hip and the other wrapped in her hair ensuring she stayed close to him. In the back of Micky's mind, he told himself he should stop; that this might have been too soon for her and she wasn't ready. He pulled away slightly and looked down at her. She looked happy. "Why did you stop?"
"I can't do this," Micky answered. "I can't hurt you."
"Why would you think you were hurting me?" she asked softly.
"Its too soon," Micky answered trying to push himself off only to have her wrap her arms around him and pull him back down.
"No, Micky," Sarah said. "You could never hurt me. Its not too soon. I'm fine." Micky started to argue, but felt her hand slide down his pants as the other unbuttoned and unzipped him. He lost all thoughts of protest when her hand wrapped around him.
"Oh God," Micky moaned as he succumbed to her touch and kissed her again. She pulled him out of his pants and underwear in order to reach him easier. His hands fumbled over the buttons on her shirt as she played with him and when he finally got her shirt open, he craned his head to kiss her gently everywhere he could. She groaned beneath him and arched her back and hips while still stroking him gently. Micky pulled her bra down and pulled her taut nipple into his mouth before he moved his own hand down her pants. Slipping his finger inside her gently made her nearly cry out and Micky moved to kiss her to keep her from getting too loud in case Mike was still within earshot.
He worked quickly, despite the fact he wanted to make things last; he hadn't felt like this in years and pretty quickly she was quivering beneath him. She lost her grip on him as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands, but he didn't care so much. He was enjoying feeling her ecstasy beneath him. He whispered in her ear to be quiet before moving back to pull her soft breast between his lips. When she moaned again, she bit her lip trying to keep from crying out. She was close and Micky started working faster, urging her over the edge. When she finally did, her whole body shook and curled beneath him. He smiled and moved to kiss her again, desperately wanting to disrobe them both. As he started pulling her shirt off all the way, he heard the bedroom door fly open. They both jumped and Sarah grabbed the blanket on Micky's bed to quickly cover herself as Micky pulled his pants back up and turned toward whoever had walked in without knocking.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Peter exclaimed turning a bright shade of red. "I didn't know you were both in here! I thought Sarah was downstairs and I was looking for you and thought you'd be up here!"
"Peter, what do you want?" Micky asked irritably.
"I swear, I didn't see anything!" Peter continued covering his eyes, but not having the sense to leave or answer Micky's question. "I should have knocked. I'm really sorry."
"Peter!" Micky yelled. "What is it!?"
"Umm...Rose...she's downstairs," Peter answered. "She says she wants to talk to you."
"I'll be down in a few minutes," Micky sighed.
"She says its really important," Peter said still covering his eyes.
"Ok, then I'll be down in a second," Micky said. "Let me just get my clothes back on."
"Right," Peter nodded and turned to leave. He was still covering his eyes so he walked right into the door frame.
"Peter, there's nothing to see anymore," Micky sighed, "we're both covered. You can move your hand now."
"Right," Peter nodded, but only slowly lowered his hand and darted out of the room closing the door behind him.
"Roommates," Sarah laughed sitting up again.
"You think that's funny?" Micky asked, though he had to admit he did find it all a little funny.
"A little," she said. "He's never walked in on you?"
"I've never brought a girl home," Micky admitted looking for his shirt. "None of us have. We always go to them."
"You don't want to finish?" Sarah asked glancing at his crotch.
"I'll be fine," Micky answered buttoning his shirt. "Mood's kinda ruined anyway. Besides, Rose doesn't say something's important unless it is. We can finish tonight."
"I kinda wanted to finish now," Sarah smiled walking towards him. He almost caved when she kissed him deeply, but he pushed her away and smiled.
"Later, I promise," Micky said before turning to walk downstairs. Sarah followed him after quickly buttoning up her shirt again and when they got downstairs Peter and Davy were sitting nervously at the kitchen table and Rose stood against the front door as though she didn't really want to come all the way in. Mike was just coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go.
"I'm ready," Mike said not noticing the tension in the room at first. "What happened?"
"We found Heather," Rose answered. The room fell completely silent for a few moments before Rose finished. "There was a tip called in that there was a woman being held prisoner at a house near the hotel. When the cops went in, they found 4 men high on heroin and PCP. One was even taken to the hospital. But when they went in the basement, they found a girl tied up on a dirty old mattress on the floor. Severely beaten...and raped."
"Oh God," Mike muttered. Despite his feelings for her, Micky still didn't think she deserved that.
"They identified her not long after taking her to the hospital, but she was completely out of it," Rose continued. "She hasn't said anything yet."
"Is she gonna be ok?" Peter asked. Micky saw Davy start to say something to Peter, but Micky shot him a look telling him to be quiet. He knew Davy hated Heather and was more than likely going to say something along the lines of "who cares", but that wasn't really what Mike needed to hear.
"She's going to be fine," Rose answered. "The doctors said she's probably been there about four months. Since she was seen being taken from the hotel. Amidst all her injuries, she's got a fractured finger that's about 4 months old. It's healing well, though, and shouldn't cause any major lasting damage. Neither should the rest of her injuries. And…"
"And what?" Micky asked when she trailed off.
"They also said she's about 4 months pregnant," Rose said.