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Chapter 20: Suit Up And Lawyer Up
Carrick Grey watched from the window of the SUV as it pulled into the parking garage of the Cambridge Hospital, in Cambridge, Utah. Just a town from Calescent, Utah. He, Grace, Elliot, Kate, and Mia had been on the GEH2 since 3:00 in the morning when Mia got a strange text message from Ethan saying that he was happy that Nicolette was back with the family.
Kate had instantly woken her parents up, angered that they hadn't told her that Nicolette had been rescued. Who directly called their youngest son asking what the hell was going. Now, finally, they are at the hospital Nicolette had been admitted to, and it was only 6 a.m.
Carrick helped Grace and Mia out while Elliot woke up Kate- who had fallen asleep on the car ride from another obscure town five towns away- and helped her out of the SUV, before handing his father the black brief case that held anything and everything inside.
"Dad, why did you bring your brief case?" Mia asked, with a raised eyebrow and the look of utter confusion on her face.
"If that bastard even tries to say that Nicolette consented to anything he did to her, I'm going to drag his ass to Hell, bring him back before dragging his ass back there again. That little girl has enough grief on her and does not need to think that what he did to her is alright in anyway." Carrick hissed; Mia, Kate and Grace's eyes widened while Elliot laughed.
"Can I throw the first punch, dad?" Elliot laughed.
"No, I don't want any punches thrown from neither you nor your brother. I am not going to fight assault charges against either of you while fighting for my granddaughter. So behave." Carrick glared at Elliot, who nodded in response.
"At least we have a name for the guy now." Mia sighed.
"Yeah, Jaxon Logan, that asshole doesn't even sound like someone a seventeen year old should be hanging around." Kate huffed.
Third Person POV...
Thirty minutes, four nurses, three fights about the fact that they are related to a Mr. Christian Grey and are not the paparazzi, five apologies, seven security guys and one extremely boring elevator ride to the fifth floor later; the rest of the Grey family arrived at the door of Nicolette's room.
Carrick knocked lightly and waited as his youngest son opened the door.
"You look tired." was the first thing that came out of Mia's mouth when she saw her younger-older brother. Christian rolled his eyes and let his family in.
"Yeah, I haven't been able to sleep." Elliot nodded and hit his brother on the shoulder lightly as he spotted Nicolette lying in a hospital bed comforted in Ana's sleeping embrace.
"The nursing staff had to give her a sedative after she woke from a nightmare and refused to go back to sleep. The doctor then gave me a prescription for sleeping pills for her." Christian sighed, tugging on his hair.
"Who, Ana?" Kate asked confused.
"Nicolette. Nicolette only let the nurse with the needle near her because Ana was distracting her by laying in bed with her, Ana proceeded to fall asleep in the bed." Christian answered softly. Grace noticed the untidy, but clearly used, extra bed in the room.
"They gave you an extra bed." She pointed out.
"After it became apparent that neither Ana nor I were going to be leaving the room anytime soon." Christian said lightly, Carrick and Grace nodded, while Mia, Kate and Elliot cursed lightly.
"How'd they find her?" Elliot asked.
"According to both Nicolette and the witness- a Mr. Tom Hanks, Hanks was the bastard's boss in Calescent- Nicolette posed as the bastard's daughter while the boss came over for a dinner, the boss said that he often popped up for dinner at his newer employees' places, to confirm the address. Nicolette slid a note she made out of nail polish and a piece of paper that the bastard left on the table one day, she slid the note into the pocket of Hanks' jacket before he left. He found the note when he got home, called the police. Gave them the address." Christian explained.
"The police said that she called dispatch earlier that day." Ana groaned as she detangled herself from her daughter's arms, and slid off the bed.
"We didn't mean to wake you." Grace whispered.
"It's alright, Nicolette will probably be out medically for a little while. We can talk normally now." Ana smiled.
"Called dispatch?" Carrick asked.
"The police searched the home, including the coat closet by the door. Inside is the only phone in the house she would have free access to. According to the record, the bastard called his boss, who confirmed the call and said that he got the call from Logan saying that he was going to be late for work. Nicolette confirmed that saying that the alarm clock didn't go off in time, he got up, got ready for work, insulted her some, called his boss, and left. She realized that the door was unlocked, got the phone dialed 911, heard a noise outside after she gave them her name, hung up, shut the door and locked it." Ana answered.
Everyone stayed quiet, wondering why in the world would something happen to the small girl who had probably done no wrong to anyone in the world.
A knock on the door alerted the family of the world outside.
Christian sighed and answered the door.
"Hello?" Christian asked irately. The man on the other side of the door was young, probably in his mid twenties, with neatly gelled blonde hair and soft blue eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Christian Grey?" The guy asked, he wore a neatly pressed grey suit (a crooked black tie), one shiny black shoe with another half shiny half scuffed black shoe, and had a black brief case in his hand.
"That would be me." Christian ground out.
"Oh, um, my name is Michael Link, I am Mr. Logan's attorney for the court case." The kid said holding his hand out to shake. Christian's eyes blazed with an internal fire, and Ana stepped forward.
"Mr. Link, as you can see our daughter is in no condition to answer any questions." Ana spoke motioning to her sleeping daughter.
"Oh! No! I wasn't here to ask questions." The kid shook his head nervously. Elliot and Carrick stepped forward, slightly pushing Ana behind them.
"Then what are you here for?" Elliot asked.
"I am the provided attorney for Mr. Logan, I wanted to say that if the state hadn't ordered me to, I wouldn't defend him. And I can guarantee you there will be no reasonable doubt that will keep Miss. Nicolette's attacker on the safe side of the lethal injection." Link said. Carrick gave him a grin.
"I am going to be defending my granddaughter in court, and I respect the fact that you don't want to help him be out and about, but you can't make it look like you are failing on purpose. Or that any of us have paid you off to bail on this case. Your career depends on it." Carrick reminded.
"I don't care about my career, if it means keeping kidnapping and raping bastards out of jail." Link said bravely, Carrick patted the kid on the back and sent him away.
000...000... Hospital Time is going to fly by...000...000...000
Three hours later, Nicolette is awake and being looked after by the doctor while Christian, Elliot and Carrick stepped out of the room while the (thankfully female) doctor checked on the stitches that were located on the lower regions of Nicolette's private areas.
"God, she has so many fucking bruises." Christian whispered as he and his brother and father were huddled up by the window, the lawns of the hospital were already overflowing with paparazzi, and news anchors- and slid down to the ugly white tiled floor of the hospital.
"I know. What that bastard did to her." Elliot huffed, sliding down next to his brother.
"You know he's in this hospital, one of the police women shot him in the hand. The docs' are in charge of rehabilitating it before sending him off to the big house, hopefully with an inmate that hates rapists." Carrick said absentmindedly, instantly standing up straighter when both of his sons get off the floor and start walking towards the nurses' station.
"Where are you two going?" Carrick hollered, hurriedly catching up with his sons.
"To beat up the man that hurt my baby girl." Christian hissed, Carrick rolled his eyes and grabbed the collars of both his sons' shirts. Stopping both of them in their tracks.
"Now, now, I want to hurt the man that did that to her to. But we have to stand tall and get our justice in court. Do both of you understand?" Carrick asked.
"I understand alright, but it is whether or not I want to follow through with that, that is the problem." Christian muttered, causing Elliot to laugh and Carrick look heavenward.
The three men walked back toward their little window area where Doctor Anne MacAnitch was waiting to talk to the entire family while Nicolette was being spoken to by Nurse Tanya.
"Now, she is going to need a lot of support, both mentally and physically. She not only went through three months of sexual abuse, but three months of physical abuse as well. It clearly shows that with all of the x-rays we have done. She will need a wheelchair for two months, due to a greenstick fracture on her left ankle and a completely broken right leg. Her attacker seems to have beat her up very badly before proceeding to rape her without any lubricant of any sort to help him along. Not only does she have stitches in her vaginal regions, but she also as a few along her breast line- no doubt from being handled very roughly- and her wrist that was still healing when she was taken had been re-broken and re-casted. Her cast on her wrist will come off in one month, the cast on her left ankle will most likely come off the same time as her wrist, she will be able to use crutches then, only if she is comfortable with them- no unneeded stress needs to be on her wrist. It is not uncommon for girls her age to be very timid- even frightened- around men if they have been in situations like her. She needs lots of patience, lots of love, and lots of understanding. Do not get angry at her unnecessarily, and be her friend. I will release her as long as she takes these medications, twice a day." Doctor MacAnitch handed Christian four prescription sheets.
"And these medications before bed each night. Directions are on all of the packages, and be sure that she takes them." Doctor MacAnitch stressed as she handed over three more prescription sheets.
"Any questions?" Doctor MacAnitch asked.
"Yeah, what are those medicines for?" Grace asked, wanting to be sure that her granddaughter was getting the proper medicines.
"Twice a day meds first?" Doctor MacAnitch asked, Grace nodded.
"The promethazine is for any nausea she may experience due to the amount of stress her body has been put through, it may even make her sleepy. The Vicodin, is a pain killer that will get rid of most- if not all of the pain that she will experience due to the broken, fractured and bruised bones and body she has. Brintellix is an antidepressant, she is already showing signs of depression, and we want to get ahead of that before it gets really bad, this medicine will help restore the right amount of chemicals she needs for daily function and get the production of those chemicals working smoothly again." Kate began to tune the doctor out as she caught a glimpse of her niece through the window of the room.
Taylor had brought her clothes, mostly sweatpants and sweatshirts- even though it was unearthly hot here in Utah, but she was comfortable in them. Nicolette was slowly being lowered into a wheelchair as her fiancé's brother signed the discharge papers ten feet away. Elliot tugged on her elbow to gain her attention again.
"Things are really going to change." Kate whispered.
"Yeah, they are." Elliot confirmed.