Don't Let Me Go

Recovery

My eyes shot open and I yelled automatically punching the guy who was carrying me. I was being taken! Oh my god oh my god oh my-

"Allison it's me Scott!"

I look up to see Scott with tears streaming down his face. I'm puzzled at the fact his face is covered in blood but suddenly there's a sharp pain in my stomach so the thought gets put away for future reference.

I groan and press my hands against my stomach but it only seems to make it worse I think three of my fingers are broken.

" I-I need to throw up." I was still shaking from everything that had happened.

Scott puts me down quickly supporting me and I could barely hold myself up. I felt pain in every single inch of my body. I almost fall as I vomit but Scott holds me up. When I finish I burst into tears thinking about what had been done to me. I was so weak. I could still hear their laughter when I couldn't hold in my pee any longer. They didn't get grossed out they loved seeing my fear.

Realizing I wasn't in my jeans that were ruined I look down to see I was in shorts... No wait they weren't shorts they were boxers?

"S-Scott h-how did I get these on?" I was still crying. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even think straight.

"Your jeans weren't in the best state so I took off mine... I hope you don't think that's gross I just knew you wouldn't want to be exposed especially now..." Scott wasn't comfortable answering and I was actually in awe of him. Not every guy would do that.

The words especially now rung in my head and I sobbed knowing that Scott knew what happened to me. It was stupid to think otherwise but I didn't want anyone to know.

"I'm so sorry Allison I know it's not the best option.."

"S-Scott no thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Just one more block before we get to the hospital.. Everything's going to be alright."

But it wasn't going to be alright. Nothing was ever going to be the same.... And with that I blacked out for the second time tonight.

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I woke up in a hospital bed and looked around desperately hoping I wasn't alone.

"Allison..." Scott was holding my hand. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he hasn't stopped crying probably since the moment he saw me.

Seeing him cry made the sobs start again and Scott squeezed my hand tighter leaning in to kiss my forehead. He was being so careful with me. I look down to see I had two IVs in me.

"W-what have t-the doctors said?" I knew I was gonna be okay physically but I had to know.

"We don't have to talk about that now." Scott's tear filled eyes looked into mine and I knew it was bad.

"I have to know."

"Three broken fingers, a fractured rib, your wrist is sprained, you lost a lot of blood and you're bruised everywhere..." Scott cried harder as he listed my injuries.

I took in a deep breathe but I couldn't sigh in relief. Instead of facing what I went through my brain was looking at everything very logically as if I wasn't the one who had been on that sidewalk.

"Scott why were you covered in blood?" I asked remembering him carrying me with his eyebrow matted with blood. He had cleaned his face but his shirt still was stained in blood.

"I... Went after them." Scott looked at his hands as he admitted this.

I wasn't surprised. I can't imagine what it was like to find me like that. I didn't even ask what he did to them knowing I'd much rather not know.

"I'm so sorry Scott I should've-"

"Don't you dare apologize for this. None of it is your fault." Scott grabbed both my hands and looked into my eyes until I nodded back to him.

"Have they umm... Bathed me?"

"No. It's your choice. They said you can either hold off and see if they can find and collect some DNA from the men who did this to you or take a shower and not collect DNA evidence... You don't really have to worry about it... They're all dead."

My eyes widened but I was happy that those men weren't going to be able to hurt anyone else. I don't think I could have been one second longer without showering. I felt dirty. As soon as I realized I still had the remains of the men who had touched me on my body and I begged Scott to help me shower.

He didn't hesitate as ran out to get a nurse to remove my heart monitor and IVs to be able and shower. I was going out of my mind I need to wash off their sweat and my blood. Taking a shower wouldn't erase the memories of their hands but it would help me.

Scott returned with a nurse in tow and once I was ready he carried me to the bathroom. I tried to stand but the pain was so bad I nearly blacked out again. Scott sat me down on the bench the had in the shower and used his hands to erase what he could from the night before. I could see him crying as he looked at my naked body which was full of scratches and bruises.

"Scott how long was I unconscious the first time?"

"You passed out for about half an hour. Why?" Scott gently turned me around to begin washing my hair.

"Just curious." I wondered how much time it had been since he carried me here. How long had he waited for me to wake up?

When it came down to washing the area that hurt the most Scott stopped not sure of what he should do. I didn't really know either. I didn't want to to touched at all especially there but I couldn't leave it as it was.

"I don't want to hurt you." Scott whispered

"I-I trust you." And I did. I knew he was as gentle as he could be but the memories were still way too present in my mind. I sobbed as Scott finished and carried me out. He balanced me in one arm as he grabbed a towel to dry me.

"Allison you have to try and stand for me. Can you do that?"

I nodded as Scott gently put me holding my arm tightly. I took the towel and dried myself and Scott handed me clothes.

"Where did these come from?" I was puzzled because the were women's clothes and definitely not mine.

"The nurse on her last shift was leaving when you got settled in... I told her about what happened and she did me a favor of buying you clothes from the Walmart next door.. I gave her the money..."

I couldn't believe how amazing Scott was. I don't think I could be going through this without him. He probably just looked at the nurse with his tear filled eyes and she couldn't help but give in to what he asked of her. The only nurse I've heard of who did amazing things like that was Scott's mom. I wish she hasn't left so I could thank her.

I obviously had to go back in the hospital gown so I just put on the cotton sports bra and the underwear and shorts the nurse had bought. Whoever she was she did an incredible job of making me comfortable.

Scott carried me back to the bed and we talked for a few minutes but I couldn't tell you what about. I was exhausted and drifted into sleep.