Somewhere in the night

Natasha

Tears fell from my eyes once again. It was as if I could not stop crying.

"I am a vir, was a virgin." I couldn't believe it. I wasn't pregnant. Nor was I gonna get AIDS so far so good.

Calming some I look at my doctor. "What happens to me now? This isn't gonna be reported to the police is it? I mean my wallet is in his van still and if I report it he may come back and kill me. What am I gonna do?"
 
I had won a bit of her confidence and also discovered how truly NAIVE she was....Now to push it to the limit and see how far I could go!!!!

"Of course there are several precautions and follow up tests you need to take" I told her in an off handed way, watching her face for any signs of disapproval and seeing none.

"And if any signs of disease do show up, you'll need to stay in contact with your doctor"

Reaching out I took her hand and watched her face tremor at my touch, then explained my actions.

"I need to take your vitals for the chart" As I pulled my stethoscope off my neck "And as for reporting it, you can leave that to me, if you wish?"

Taking her pulse I let the stethoscope warm under my own shirt as I prepared to check ALL her vitals....
 
Natasha

My pulse raised. I was so scared to let anyone near me. But he was a doctor and doctors were to be trusted right.

I let him take my vitals all the while watching him. I didn't want to be abused again. My body hurt from the damage that other man had done to me.

After he finished I looked back at him. "Are, Are you gonna report it?" I asked after he stopped writing. "I don't want him to kill me."
He actually had a look of concern in his eyes. "I will keep in contact with you if anything comes up. I didn't get your name."
 
"Leave the details to me" I assured her, noting how she had let me check her vitals. "I still need your name and this next part may be difficult" I warned her as I pulled the privacy curtain along its rails, wrapping us in.

"I need to check your breathing and heart rate, and for that you'll need to open your smock for me"

Pulling the head of the stethoscope from under my shirt I kept my face calm as I waited for her reaction...the results of this would tell me just HOW far I could push this....

"It will only take a minute and is painless..." I told her in a soothing voice...
 
Natasha

He wanted to pull my shirt down so he could take my heart rate. "Can't someone else do it?" I asked in a hesitant voice. "Like maybe a female nurse?"

I really didn't want to do it but the look on his face said that he really needed to.

"My name is Natashe Helmsly. I thought that was on the chart?"
I said, slowly pulling my smock down but not actually baring the breasts.
 
Holding the stethoscope to her back I prompted her to go thru the breathing routine as I listened and was reassured..."No sounds out of the ordinary" I said outloud, then moved to her front...

"I can skip this side, if trusting me is too difficult" I told her gently, tugging the fabric back to cover her completely.

"A different doctor can check you in the morning if I reassign your case to them, It's up to you"

She had to make her own mind up, I knew as I stood there waiting for her decision...At least before I took her to the next step...
 
Natasha

I looked up in his eyes. He couldn't be bad if he was willing to get me another doctor.

"No, this is alright." I say dropping my smock all the way down showing my bruised and battered breast.

I would never be beautiful again. I would always be a used whore if people found out what happened to me. The tears again began to fall. Would I ever stop crying?
 
"Hush, Tears don't fit the cheeks of a pretty woman like you" I awkwardly tried to comfort her and handing her a tissue.

Letting my hands hold the now cool stethoscope to her chest as I prompted her to breath I couldn't help but notice her nipples harden as the metal tip brushed over them...

"Soon you'll put this all behind you and replace it with happier memories" I promised her gently as I finished my examination "Until then you need to rest and let someone else do your worrying, ok?"

Once again I pulled the hospital top up, my fingers brushing her breast as I covered her and put the top in place.

"I'm going to give you some pills for the tenderness and to help you sleep" I told her sternly, not wanting to hear any objections. "Then when you wake up, we can see about getting you out of here"
 
Natasha

"Yes, but I still haven't caught your name. I don't know how you can look at this so simply. What man would want me now that I am used?"

He handed me a couple of pills and a glass of water. I drank the water feeling the coolness corse down my neck.

Setting the water down, "I mean, would you want a woman that was no longer a virgin?"
 
Smiling at her I watched her swallow the pills and took the glass from her hand.

"My full name is Terry Venture, and if you were my girl I would consider myself quite fortunate"

The drugs would relax her and make her pains disappear quickly, as well as make her quite suceptible to any suggestion I gave her.

"You've got a tough road ahead of you to recover" I told her honestly "If you tell someone, anyone what your feeling and thinking it will make the load that much easier to carry"

Watching her settle into the bed I helped her with her pillow and pulled the top cover up to her waist for her, making a show of not touching her as I did it.

"I can't claim to know your pain, but know the steps to helping it fade" I offered her as I stepped back "But the first step is yours...to ask"
 
Natasha

"to ask......" His words sink to me as I fall asleep.

I dream. More of a nightmare.

I am running, trying to excape the nightmare that has just occured. He is chasing me. His voice calling at me, he knows my name. "Please just leave me alone!" I scream at him. His voice oddly familiar. Will I ever forget that voice.

Something tight around my throat. I can't breathe. I try to scream.
 
I could see her falling asleep and by her REM's I knew she had fallen quickly into a vivid dream...

"Natasha, you need to breath" I spoke to her quietly, knowing the danger of pulling her from a dream. "Breath in and then let it out your nostrils"

Watching her chest rise and fall I continued to coax her to inhale and exhale, wondering where her subconcious was taking her.

"Tell me what you're feeling" I coaxed her on impulse, curious to see if it would work...."What do you see?"
 
Natasha

"I can't breathe.....something holding me....not letting me breathe..." I say, the dream still there, but a voice still talking to me somehow,

I begin to smell someones breath, heavy on my ear..."I smell foul breath, breathing on my ear....whispering..."Shut up slut!" The voice so familiar....so far away...."The voice..I know it.....sounds familiar..." The word slut echoing in my ear...."SLut slut...slut..."

"I feel something hard perssing into my back....Oh GOD! NO! NOT AGAIN! SOMEONE HELP!!!!"
 
Oh GOD! NO! NOT AGAIN! SOMEONE HELP!!!!" She moaned as her face twitched in terror....


"Take that thought and hold it" I encouraged her quietly, "Take a deep breath and inhale...the thought and your breath both in one"

Sitting beside the battered woman I watched as she obeyed me unknowing who was speaking to her...

Taking her tiny, trembling hand in her as I sat beside her I told her firmly...

"Now breath out...breath out hard and exhale the thoughts from you as well...."

Holding my own breath I watched her closely...*Would it work* I questioned, then breathed as sigh of relief as she suddenly relaxed

"Now slowly wake up..." I spoke again as her breathing returned to normal, my fingers confirming her pulse as well...

"Open your eyes"....
 
Natasha

I open my eyes to see the doctor sitting there on the bed with me. At first I flinch, not knowing what to do. I pull my hand away.

"Have you been there long, Trevor?"

He looked as if he sincerly cared. Probably was just he doctor patient thing.
 
Looking at my watch I realized the time and then looked into her eyes...

"All night long, Natasha...It seems time does fly, sometimes, doesn't it?"

Standing I stretched the kinks from my body, groaning and smiling...

"How do you feel?" I asked, in a less than normal "Doctor" voice... "I hope you slept well, after the dream stopped?"
 
Natasha

"I am sorry I kept you. Please go home and get some rest, that is if your shift is over."

Tossing in the bed some. "I am still sore, but I guess that will go away with time. I just wish the memories would too."

"I hope I havne't taken up all your time, Terry."
 
"It comes with the job, Natasha" I replied quietly "When you're caring for someone that is special and needs the extra time, you give it..."

I had gained a small amount of trust, I knew...But not enough...Digging into my pocket I pulled a business card out and scribbled on the back of it...


"You'll be discharged today" I informed her "But if you feel anything is wrong...or want someone to talk to....medically or otherwise, use this number. I'll be nearby..."

I left the invite hanging, my words ringing sincere...I had taken care of damage control, the evidence was gone and no police report was filed per her wishes...Now I just needed her to call me...

"Use it if you need" I called out as I left "I would be happy to help...."
 
Natasha

The doctor left and already I was feeling alone and vulnerable. I wanted to call him and say stay with me and protect me but I knew that would not be appropriate.

They discharged me later and I went home. My brother picked up his car and came to my apartment. I was scared to be alone, but didn't want to see him. After all if it werent' for him I would have been fine.

He left shortly after coming. I sat in my living room not trying to think of anything. But my mind realed......what was I gonna do?

I was cleaning out my pockets getting ready for bed when I fumbled with the business card. I decided after about an hour of thinking on it to give him a call.

The phone rang three times and when the fourth started I heard, "Hello?"

*click*

I hung up the phone.
 
I looked at the phone after the dial tone returned, then punched the recall and the caller ID....Blocked...

Punching the auto dial I identified myself to the answering nurse and asked for Natasha's file...

Thanking her I disconnected and dialed the number she had just given me....letting the phone ring...and ring.....waiting for Natasha to answer...
 
Natasha

After I hung up the phone, I was scared. What was I doing calling some Doctor. He really didn't want to hear about me and my worries. What was it he had said? "Just the call of duty."

I was sitting and listening to my thoughts when the phone rang. Once......I just stared, startled unable to move. Twice, my god, who could that be? Three....maybe it is someone important.....Four.....I have to answer....

"Hello?"
 
"Natasha, I forgot to give you a prescription to help you sleep...." I alibied as her voice came to me from the other end of the line. "It's a nomal precaution if you're feeling a little depressed?"

I could hear her breathing....and nothing else as I hung on the line for what seemed like hours...

"Natasha.....Are you...OK?" I asked quietly, not wanting to insult her with the question or create an avalanche of emotions..."

"Would you like to meet me for a cup of coffee...My treat?"
 
Natasha

His question hit me like a ton of bricks. "Yes, I am fine, just.....it is different being alone. I could meet you, ......to pick up the prescription. Actually, could you come to my place? I think I would feel safer in my normal environment."

I did feel more safe at home. I was rather timmid about leaving though. "Do you have my address?
 
Confirming that I had the address I said goodbye....then stepped out of the van and walked across the street to her apartment building and punched her door bell...

"Natasha? It's me..." I said into the speaker box with a chuckle "I was closer than I thought"


The buzzer rang and I pulled the door open, stepping out of the light rain that had begun and into the stairway..."2nd floor" I reminded myself and took the steps two by two, reaching her door and knocking lightly...

The rattle of a chain came to my ears as the door opened, and a now familiar pair of eyes could be seen thru the crack...

"Who said house calls was a thing of the past?" I joked as Natasha pulled the door open...
 
Natasha

A nervous giggle excaped my lips as I let him in.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I just needed someone safe to be around."

I looked at him. He looked so serene, caring even. Was it just the doctor in his or was he always that way?
 
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