When Sara woke up, it was in a sterile white hospital room. She immediately assumed her dad had beaten her senseless again. She could make out a female presence next to her, vaguely. There to make sure she kept to the script.

"Mom?" She asked, but as soon as she said it, she realised that her mother didn't have strawberry blonde hair. She remembered. Catherine. Her face lit up and she grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

And then she focused and remembered the series of events following. She frowned.

"Sara! Um… did you just call me Mom?" Catherine practically shouted.

Sara came to the conclusion she had a splitting headache. Up until this point she hadn't realised.

"Yeah, I thought I was a kid again. Was weird. Get nurse. Painkillers."

Catherine looked horrified that she hadn't thought of it. She pressed the buzzer by Sara's bed and bit her lip. If they'd been friends sooner, maybe then Cat would know why Sara was ill.

The nurse came; a cheery, loud woman by the name of Michelle.

"Nice of you to join us Sara! What can I do for ya?" She chirruped.

Catherine spoke for Sara. "She's sick. She needs painkillers."

A frown passed across Michelle's face.

"Can't. Sorry. She's pregnant." Sara's head whipped around.

"Pregnant?" Catherine yelled, turning to Sara, who winced. Whether it was the yell or the fact that made her wince, Catherine didn't know.

"Yeah, that's why she was sick. Low blood sugar, plus high stress levels. She would have been dizzy and sick, but not that sick. You-" Michelle pointed at Sara "-should be eating better." And with that, the happy-go-lucky nurse from hell turned on her heel and vanished.

Sara was looking dejected. In fact, she looked as if someone kicked a puppy. To death.

Catherine hadn't noticed, she was too busy being furious at the woman before her.

"Wow. Sara. Am I your bit on the side? Or do you just stick to one night stands, fuck and go sort of thing? Oh, oh wait! Am I your break from men? Oh my god."

Sara shook her head. Quietly, she said "No. Catherine, I have never slept with a man. And you would never have been a one night stand. You're important. You're special. There's nobody else. I haven't even had sex in the last 4 months. Before that, yeah, I'd look for a one night stand in a bar." But only if they looked like you; she added internally.

Catherine stared at her incredulously, took a deep breath, and launched right in there.

"You've never slept with a man? The evidence begs to differ, Sidle." The surname tripped off her tongue in venomous tones.

Sara looked straight at Catherine. She sighed, and looked at the sheet on her bed.

"Tell me Catherine, if someone raped Lindsay tomorrow, would she still be a virgin?"

"Well, yeah. Because non-consensual sex isn't-" The penny dropped. "Oh my god. When?"

Sara grimaced. "A while ago. 4,5 months, maybe?"

Silence cut through the room like a knife, broken only be the occasional sob from Sara. Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Sara's hair like she had done only an hour ago, shushing her gently.

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