Kidnapped

Treated - 3

Evan (leader) POV

Realizing we touched her bare skin, Emma snapped her head up in fear. Chris and I pause for a moment, still taken aback by the cuts covering the better parts of her arms and thighs. 

"Get the fuck away from me!" she screamed, her voice shrill. She started kicking at me in her efforts to get away. She almost landed a hit on me, but I managed to get a hold of her ankles. With a firm grip, I pressed her legs down, restraining them.  

During the commotion, I didn't notice Alex coming down the stairs of the basement. With Chris, whose face got a good hit from Emma's haphazard punching, I was glad Alex came. 

 "Alex, come give us a hand," I called him over, but he was already making his way towards us. He took Chris' place, doing a better job holding her wrists down. 

" Try being gentle, Alex. I suspect she may have internal bleeding. I also don't want to have to take care of torn tendons or broken wrists."  Chris instructed, still rubbing his cheek where Emma landed a hit. 

For such a fragile and slim girl who is injured nonetheless, she was putting up one hell of a fight. At first glance, she looks like a timid, dull, almost pathetic girl. However, it seems,  she isn't the type to go down without a fight, a quality that I almost admired her for. 

"Shh, calm down," I tried easing her fear so she would stop fighting.  

"We're trying to take care of your injuries," Alex added, trying to soothe her. But she was having none of it, she probably didn't even hear us. 

"No choice but to sedate her," Chris was already preparing a syringe. "She will probably hurt herself more like this."  

Holding her arms in a firmer grip, Alex tried his best to make sure Emma couldn't move her arm as the needle pierced her skin. Chris was quick in his work, and the whole process was over in a minute. However, the girl continued to struggle, the drugs still not kicking in. 

"Shh, it's gonna be alright, " I said softly to her, noting her movements losing strength, but she continued screaming. 

"I'm gonna take care of your wounds, make all the pain go away, so please just relax," Chris added, his face strained. Within a matter of 5 minutes, Emma was in a deep sleep, and we finally let go of her limp limbs. 

"Finally, asleep." Alex sighed. "She sure has a fight in her." Smirking, I nodded in agreement. I stepped back and left the rest for Chris and Alex. I have important shit to take care of for our next job. 

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Chris POV

Finally asleep, I was finally able to examine the girl's wounds. Since she wasn't coughing blood anymore, I relaxed; I started doubting she had internal bleeding. After examining her face, especially her mouth, things became clear to me. Hitting the ground after Josh kicked her the second time caused her to accidentally bite the inside of her cheek. I took in a deep breath and let it out, my muscles relaxing. 

"She just bit herself. No internal bleeding," I offered an explanation to Alex, who was waiting with a question on his face. 

"What the fuck is up with all these cuts?" He asked, and I shook my head. 

"What's up is that we need to get them cleaned up," I said, turning her arms to either side, gaging the severity of her cuts. "I need you to bring me warm water and some cloth, I want to get her cleaned up if I'm gonna tend to the cuts." 

Alex left; meanwhile, I prepared what I needed to tend to the cuts, rubbing alcohol, ointment, and bandages; thankfully, no stitches were needed. 

Alex came back, and I dipped the cloth in the water and squeezed the water out. I gently dabbed the damp cloth on her skin, trying my best not to further irritate her-- mostly scabbed-over -- wounds. I quickly disinfected her cuts, applied the salve, and wrapped them up in bandages. Satisfied with my work, I turned to Alex, who was helping me out-- by handing me things over, just so he had an excuse to stay-- and noticed he was staring at her. He seemed to be in deep thought when I tapped his shoulder. 

"We need to get her something to wear," I told him, making use of his presence. Alex nodded and went to fetch the clothes. I took a moment to look at Emma now that nothing pressing occupied my attention. Her faded scars suggest that she's been doing this for a long while. I suspected she might also have an eating disorder with how underweight she was. However, when I looked at her teeth, she didn't have enamel damage. Her straight teeth looked white, and her gums looked healthy, Suggesting she was not bulimic. Maybe anorexic? 

 Alex came back, breaking me away from my thoughts. He held a white short-sleeved shirt and blue boxers; both looked too big for her. I checked up on her battered body once more, running some tests, and it didn't seem like she had any broken bones -- ribs in particular. 

"She will be okay. Nothing was broken," I stated, motioning Alex to hand over the clothes. We both dressed up her unconscious body. I felt uncomfortable doing this, but it had to be done. Sometimes modesty had to take the backseat when it came to medical treatment. Not like anyone in the gang would take advantage of her, some lines are only crossed by the lowest of the low. Even if one of the guys turns out to be a sick, perverted fuck, Evan would murder him. Especially after what happened to his little sister a few years ago... 

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