Brandon saw Cole pacing outside the room as he approached. Agents were guarding the entrance and exits even though they’d deliberately chosen this hospital because it was private and therefore could be completely controlled

No one was getting in or out without their say so

“Any news?” Brandon asked.

“Nothing yet.” Cole replied.

“She’s alive though.” Brandon stated and Cole grunted back.

The door opened and a medic walked out blinking as he came face to face with them both.

“Well?” Cole snapped.

“She’s still unconscious. She’s got some nasty breaks to her fingers, she’s been beaten pretty badly and starved so we’ve put her on a drip to get her vitals up. We’ve done a rape kit….”

“What?” Cole snarled.

“It’s standard procedure.” The medic replied.

“And?” Brandon asked not looking at his cousin.

“She’s almost certainly been sexually assaulted.”

Cole saw red then turning and punching his fist into the wall.

“For fucksake Cole.” Brandon muttered and Cole glared at him.

“Anything else?” Brandon said.

“We did a full toxicology screen and she tested positive…” He stated but Cole wasn’t listening, he was still trying to keep it together, to not start smashing everything within reach.

“Cole.” Brandon said taking the chart from the man.

“What?” He half snarled looking at him.

Brandon was holding the chart up and Cole frowned seeing the words. He looked at Brandon then, narrowing his eyes. They knew, they knew all along.

“When can we see her?” Cole asked.

“Not yet. She needs to rest. When’s she awake then maybe.” He replied and they nodded before he walked off with the chart.

Cole sat down, his mind racing.

“What are you going to do?” Brandon asked him quietly.

“I don’t know.” Cole admitted.

“You can’t just ignore this…” Brandon stated.

“I know that.” He snapped narrowing his eyes. Brandon watched him for a moment, wanting to argue, wanting to reason with him but realising now was not the time.

“I’m heading back to the office. Keep me updated.” He muttered before walking off.

She opened her eyes, feeling the grogginess, feeling the pain but feeling the all-consuming need in her more than anything else. She looked around seeing the sterile room and knew where she was. That they had found her, BlackWater had found her, and she was no longer in that place. That they no longer had her.

She tried to sit up and someone gently pushed her back. A machine was beeping. Loudly. Constantly. It was driving her nuts. The medics were there and looking over her chart, talking in low whispers, discussing her like she wasn’t there.

She saw them glance at her and she narrowed her eyes. She saw someone say it. And she snarled then. A nurse left the room and came back minutes later and she knew exactly what was in her hands.

“No.” She said loudly and they looked at her.

One of the medics started to argue, to try to reason, and she yelled at them.