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"How many died?"
The man frowned. "I haven't heard final numbers. There were a few casualties, but not a high number. Two SWAT members shot, but in stable condition."
That reminded Trenton that he had heard SWAT there before he'd been shot. So how was his team involved? Had the police acted before his team could? "When can I talk to Noam?"
"He's waiting for a call from the D.A.. Once he has that and they approve visitors with hospital security, then he can come in. As I said, I'm just passing a message as a favor for him. He's been trying to get me to let him in all morning."
"Thanks." Trenton wished someone had answers.
Before the guard could leave, the door opened again and this time Beau walked in.
"I need to see—" The guard stood in Beau's way.
"Right here. I'm his physician." Beau held up his badge. "I'm just checking on him before I meet with his surgeon for an update." Beau's gaze traveled over Trenton as if making sure things weren't worse than he'd been told.
Trenton sighed. "Beau…" He noticed the dark circles under Beau's eyes and how his hair was out of place as if he'd been running his fingers through it all night. "Everyone's okay?"
Beau nodded as the guard wrote down some information in a notebook, then stepped aside. "Everyone is fine. They're all out in the waiting room wanting to see you. I just got a quick break from Children's Hospital and decided I'd come see how you're doing so we could calm everyone's nerves.
The guard stepped from the room, leaving them alone.
"What happened?"
"I can't say much here. I'm not sure how secure it is, but we'll give you the whole story when we can. The district attorney and SWAT went into the mansion late last night and raided the place. Arrests were made and all the hostages are now at different medical centers getting help. There were a few deaths, but mostly guards. Though I did hear a couple of hostages were shot." Beau walked over and looked at the I.V. bag and nodded. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, but she just gave me something for it. How bad am I?"
"I just read your file and it looks like the shoulder is going to be okay. Some muscle damage, but you got lucky and it went clean through. As for your leg, you took a shot to the thigh that went straight through, but it did hit an artery. You lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a bit, but they managed to keep you alive. Other than a nasty scar and some tenderness for a while, that one shouldn't be an issue at all. I'm guessing you're going to need physical therapy for the shoulder. You have an array of smaller injuries, but I'm guessing those happened prior to the raid last night."
Trenton nodded, but couldn't meet Beau's gaze. He hated the guys knowing what had been done to him.
"Hey, look at me." Beau stepped closer. "No one is going to treat you any different or think differently about you. You're back home and that is all we care about. I'm sure there will be plenty you can talk to Katie about if you want, or even one of us, but don't start feeling like anything is different now than it was before. We all care about you and are here no matter what you need." Beau settled a hand on his good leg. "We're just glad you're home."
"There were plenty of times I didn't think I'd make it back." He'd tried so hard to stay positive, but some nights when he had been raped repeatedly, he'd struggled with keeping his head in a good place. He'd been ready to give up so many times.
"You can thank your friend, Ben. He gave us everything we needed to make this happen."
Trenton's eyes widened. He'd forgotten about Ben. "He's okay?"
"He's fine. Wasn't there when it all went down. Noam talked to him a bit ago and he's helping the D.A. with the case. He was worried sick about you, especially when he'd heard others had been killed."
"He saved me. I couldn't have gotten out of there without his help. I looked for a way. Tried to think of a way to contact you guys, but there was nothing. I…" He shook his head, closed his eyes, and turned his head away from Beau.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now." Beau gave his leg a squeeze. "Would you like me to see if Katie can come here and talk to you? Would that help?"
Trenton sighed. "It's fine. I'll be okay. I just need to get used to the reality that I'm really safe again. I feel like I'm going to wake up from a dream and find myself still there."
"Remember when Faith first got home and she'd wake up with those horrible nightmares? She'd be sleeping in the basement and we'd hear her screaming all the way upstairs. Like her, your mind is going to need time to get used to things. Give yourself that time. Don't try to be strong if you don't feel strong. That's why you have us. We've got you, and we aren't going to let you fall."
"Thanks. Tell everyone I'm okay. Make them go home. There's nothing they can do here." He finally looked up at Beau. "How long will I be stuck here?"
"At least three to five days would be my guess, but that also depends on how things heal and how many other injuries we haven't discovered yet. I've just noticed standing here talking to you that your finger looks like it's been broken."
Trenton lifted his right hand. "Second or third day I was there. It doesn't hurt anymore." He didn't want to think about the way the man had twisted his finger until it snapped while he'd been holding it behind his back and raping him.
"Everything needs to be looked at. What else aren't you telling us?"
Trenton shook his head.
