VERBATIM - slow updates.

chapter seven.

TW: brief mentions of sexual assault. read at your own risk and please be careful :)

"can i remove your blouse?" Dr Quintero asked gently as his hands rose slowly to grip the buttons on my shirt.

"of course, sir." i mumbled quietly, my body was void of any energy and i was willing to take whatever i would get at this point, knowing that i would be unable to resist dutifully anyway.

Mr Jones had carried me through the entrance of Dr Quintero's apartment complex. it wasn't at all what i thought it would be; the walls were lavish and trimmed with golden accents, the floors a crystallised marble. it was wondrous, yet, definitely not something a grammar school teacher should be able to afford. we had taken the elevator all the way to the top floor, his penthouse.

now, here i sat, on the bathroom counter, in one of - if not the - most beautiful bathrooms i had ever seen. it appeared much like the entryway; light, marbled and royal. in between my legs stood Dr Quintero, he was ready to asses my damaged body, though, the position that we found ourselves in was - as professional as intended - causing my stomach to flip endlessly.

being touched by men before had never made me feel like this, and somehow, this man was barely even accidentally brushing against me and i was practically melting against the countertop.

from this close i could see every piece of hair forming his beautifully rugged stubble, i could see the flecks of golden in his pear-coloured eyes. i could see a small bump in his otherwise straight nose, one that could only have been formed by a break of some kind.

the thought of this man injured - to the extend of permanent damage, sent indirect guilt crashing over my soul, washing it away into a pool of nothingness. i wished for nothing more than to carry all of his pains and all of his burdens for him, no matter how harsh they may be. despite the fact i barely knew him, i was willing to take his sorrows, as although we had only met hours ago, he had yet to wound me the way many others had and for that, i was somewhat grateful.

my blouse was now hanging loosely off my shoulders as Dr Quintero unbuttoned the final button. i wasn't certain if it was necessary for him to have removed them all or if perhaps he was only wishing to violate me instead of simply tending to my injury. i wouldn't blame him, others had, there was no reason why he shouldn't, especially when i was so vulnerable and whore-ish.

he slowly rolled both my blazer and shirt off, handing them to Mr Griffin - who stood at the doorway behind him - allowing him to fold them neatly and place them on the counter top adjacent to us.

Dr Quintero splayed his hand softly across my shoulder, sending not only tremors of goosebumps up my body, but also strikes of pain and anguish up towards my neck. i hissed automatically and jolted away from his touch.

"i'm sorry," he said almost as soon as my body reacted. "i think that - from what i can see - your collar bone is broken, badly." he assessed, placing a hand behind my neck to keep me in place as his other hand began to prod softly on the injury.

my eyes welled up at his touches, this was beyond excruciating. sobs formed in my throat, fighting violently to get out as my face scrunched up hideously to blind myself of the pain.

"we can't take her to the hospital, you know this." Mr Jones said, he was speaking lowly; in my current state i barely heard him. his voice was calm, yet he spoke as though he knew something that i didn't.

"yeah, i do know that!" Dr Quintero snapped, releasing my body and spinning around angrily.

my heart rate began to pick up. he was furious. at me? i knew where this was going and i was attempting to ready myself for the worst. silent whimpers escaped my lips as i jerkily and sloppily attempted to inch away into the wall behind me, hoping it would just swallow me whole.