"Is she stable?"
"How badly is she hurt?"
"After treatment take her to the top floor and give her a private room!"
There's so many voices that I don't know who's talking. I'm being rolled away and I turn my head never keeping my eyes off of Aidan. We're put in a medical room and through the blinds I can see doctors and nurses rush where they need to be. When I feel a hand on my leg I kick out of instinct and almost hit the man.
There are so many people that I can't keep up. My chest feels like its being crushed. And when someone takes Aidan out of the incubator and away from my sight I panic. I make a move to get up and I'm being held down by doctors.
"Where did my baby go?!" I screech looking at the empty spot my son has just been.
"Sweetheart, your baby is fine. We're taking his to get examined. Don't you want him to be healthy?"
I nod my head and frantically look at the doctors that are examining me. They take my blood pressure, give me a few shots, examine my eyes and reflexes. All at the same time.
"Give her an scan and if everything comes out clean then get her a break in her private room. Family only."
But that's the thing; I don't have family.
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3rd PersonThe scan came back without any problems. The doctors immediately took Elsa to her private room. This specific room held a two-way-mirror that allowed the doctors to closely monitor her without scaring her. They know how fragile she is and are wanting to give her as much privacy as they can while doing their jobs.
Right now the only person in the room with Elsa is detective Jasmine who's trying to warm up to her. But the police in the room are making it difficult by all the questions they're trying to get answers from. They would wait but the sooner they do this the better.
"How many would you say we're in the house, Miss? The men, not the girls." The police want to make sure they have everyone in custody that was involved in the kidnapping and rape.
Elsa stays in bed as she shakily whispers, "I-I don't know. Maybe fifty lived in the house. The rest were paying customers."
Jasmine can't stop watching and hearing all this without her heart hurting.
"Okay. Do you know for how long has this business been existing.?"
Elsa only shakes her head and can't help the tears roll down her pale cheeks." I don't know. I never paid any attention to that stuff!"
The officers try and calm her down. "We're sorry but we need as much information as we can-"
"Well I don't know! I don't want to remember! You want to know everything that happened to me!? Well here's one..."
Behind the mirror stands the hospital's psychologist and detective Aladdin and Elsa's doctor.
In a few seconds the door is pushed open and in comes the Corona family.
"Where is she?" Mrs. Corona asks in a hurry. She then notices the mirror and looks into it and hears everything that's happening.
"...I was shot! I woke up in a dark van and I couldn't move! I could feel the blood gushing out the wounds and feel blood surround me as I laid there! I went back to sleep and then felt like my world had stopped. The van stopped and the door slid open. I felt someone drag me out and carry me somewhere.
They threw me in a freezing room and dropped me on a metal table. There they put a mask on me to knock me out. They stitched up the bullet wounds before I woke up. But I noticed that the blanket they put on me before was gone and I was naked. They used me while I slept and I didn't know until I saw the bruises on my legs!
Is that enough information for you!? Do you want more! Do you want to hear how much I wished for death in that house?! What do you want to hear from me!?"
Elsa's heart rate is increasing with each word. Her blood is boiling and now she doesn't feel like hiding all the sadness she's felt.
Mrs. Corona tries to open the door but realizes it's locked.
"Please let us in. She's legally my daughter and I need to see her!"The doctor was already in action of unlocking the door. He urges the officers out and the entire family comes in.
Elsa cries and cries into her pillow. When she senses someone else in the room she sits up and gasps in shock.
Mrs. Corona looks at her surprised. She's really thin and malnourished. Her body is shaking. Her eyes hold so much sadness. More than before.
Mrs. Corona takes a step foward which causes Elsa to take one back after getting out of bed.
"Sweetheart, we're not going to hurt you." She tries again and this time Elsa didn't move.
Elsa watches very careful as Mrs. Corona, who looks like she hasn't changed during the year, takes more steps towards her.
Until she's at arms-length she stops. She doesn't know what to say that can make her feel better. "Elsa, I'm-"
Just as Mrs. Corona starts to say something Elsa hugs her to death and begins to sob. Her arms tightly lock around her neck while Mrs. Corona does the same.
Her legs have given out and she drops to the floor while rocking back and forth. Mrs. Corona kneels down and hugs her again tighter.
"You're fine. You're safe now, sweetheart." She says as her cheek presses into her hair.
Elsa chokes on her tears and coughs, "I-I thought I was g-going to die! I thought I w-was gonna die. It was awful! It was so horrible! I wanted to go home!"
Mrs. Corona feels her heart break at the sound of Elsa's broken voice. When the family arrived at the hospital they told them a bit of what she went through.
Her eyes lock on Elsa's top left arm where you can see a scar. The bullet scar.
The torture and pain brought horrible pictures to Mrs. Corona's mind. She looks up at her husband and daughter. They move and sit on either side of them as Mrs. Corona craddles Elsa in her arms. Mr. Corona lovingly hugs both of them while Rapunzel does the same.
Elsa and Rapunzel's eyes lock and she can see the regret in them.
***
It takes a while but Elsa was able to fall into very much needed sleep with the help of her family.
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Only The Strong Survive (Sequel to Survival)
FanfictionIt's been over a year since the dreadful day of which they kidnapped Elsa Arresnon. Everyone took it hard, others harder. Then, in what seemed like a normal day, it happened. A phone call. The phone call they've been dreading to hear, that requires...