The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)

IV: "I'm Sorry Clara..."

Chapter Four: "I'm Sorry Clara..."

A/N: This chapter mentions medical procedures, terms and swearing. So if you are uncomfortable with that sort of thing… you don’t have to read this chapter.

A few hours have pasted and Molly has hooked me up to an IV and bought be some lunch. She is probably the kindest woman I have ever met. She is the first really. Since I can’t really remember who I am.
 
“How are you feeling now blossom?” She asked, walking out from her office with her clipboard. I guess she has my results.
 
“I feel a lot better thank you.” I say, giving her a small smile.
 
“Okay, I am going to give you a general examination, this is just to see if you have suffered any trauma to your body okay? Before we start, are you in any pain, even if it is minor?” She said, treating me as if I was an adult. She isn’t like Lucy, who seemed to see me as a child. Molly treated me as if I was her equal, and I found that comforting.
 
“Okay, I am with you, and yes, my legs are really sore as well at my shoulders and my lower abdomen and vagina area hurts a little, kind of a stinging feeling.”
 
Molly just stares at me, giving me a look of absolute horror and shock. She puts her clipboard down on the bench next to me and hugs me. Shocked myself, she starts to cry a little. She hugs me tightly. I wrap my arms around her in response but I am still unsure as to why she is hugging me.
 
“Molly, what’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” I say, my voice starting to quiver with the fear and panic that is rising up in me. Molly lets me go and looks at me, wiping away her tears that are welling up in her eyes.
 
“I can’t tell you until I’m sure okay sweetie, now I am going to have you to ask you to take your clothes off, but you can leave your bra and knickers on.” Molly hesitantly asked. It was like she was scared of something. She knew something happened to me. I want to know what. Without arguing, I start to undress myself, Molly turns around to give me some privacy and walks towards the door and locks it as well. “Don’t worry as well, barely anyone comes down here.”
 
I have finished taking off my jeans and I almost scream. Molly turns around when she hears my gasp and she herself covers her mouth with her hand. I have bruises ranging from light yellow and purple to a deep blue almost black colour all up my legs. My breath hitched itself in my throat. I slowly begin to take the jumper off, revealing a few more bruises. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should take it off. I take a deep breathe and look at Molly for support. She gives me a small nod, as if to say “you can do it”. I muster up all the courage I can and took my shirt off.
 
“Oh my God.” Molly gasped.
 
I had bruises covering me head to toe. Molly slowly walked towards me, still in a state of shock.
 
“Um, if you could lie down on the bench Clara, I am going to have to give a pelvic exam.”
 
I stop breathing for a minute. What has happened to me? Whatever happened to me must have been pretty horrific, not that I know. But that’s what I am hoping Molly can tell me. I lie down on the cold bench, hoping and praying that Molly can answer some of my questions.
 
Molly looks at me and opens her mouth to speak, but she didn’t have any words. It was as if she was afraid to ask something of me.
 
“I am so incredibly sorry that I have to ask you to do this, but I am going to have to get you to strip completely so that I can give you some answers sweetie” She said, the sadness and sorrow was easy to hear through her voice. I sit up on the bench and give her a hug, even through I didn’t need to, it was right to.
 
“Molly, I trust that you will give me answers, no matter what they are, and if it means that I have to take my knickers and bra off, then so be it.” I say. I hop of the bench and strip myself of the two remaining items and climb back on to the bench.
 
“I am so sorry you have to go through this… I really am” Molly said as she was putting on some gloves. Her empathy was very much a calming factor for me.
 
“You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.” I say, hoping that will give her some confidence.
 
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“Clara? Clara, John and Sherlock are here to come and get you” Molly whispered.
 
I stir in the makeshift bed Molly had made me on the floor of her office. She had gone up to the emergency room and grabbed me a pillow, blanket and a hospital gown. It was the itchiest gown, making me twitch and squirm every time it touched my bare skin. I stand up, wrapping the blanket around myself and walk out of her office to where John, Molly and Sherlock are standing. John is holding Molly’s clipboard, the one that had my toxicology results on it. She had another piece of paper in her hand, I could just read the title at the top of the page, “Medical Examination Report” it read in bold capital letters. Sherlock is given a bag in which my clothes are, he walks over to the nearest clear bench and he rips it open like a kid would a present on Christmas Day.
 
“So is that all Molly?” John asked
 
Molly hesitantly hands him the medical examination report, her hands shaking. “This is her examination report, I had to do a pelvic examination.” She said, sadness riddled throughout her voice. John looks up at Molly and all Molly can give him is a nod.
 
“Oh!” Sherlock exclaims “I knew there was something off about her clothing, she wasn’t wearing these clothes when she was kidnapped, these clothes are barely two days old. The creases on which they were originally folding in are still visible. She was changed into these by someone else. Oh that is very clever”
 
The thought that someone stripped me and changed me into those clothes disgusted me. The thought that strangers had seem me naked without my consent made my stomach sick to it’s core.
 
“Sherlock!” John yelled.
 
“What?” He asked, as if he said nothing wrong.
 
“Timing, and you can’t say that, Clara is right here” John said.
 
Sherlock turned his back on us again, going back to whatever he was doing. John went back to reading the report, then he suddenly stumbled back. He covered his mouth like Molly did. What was so shocking?
 
“John, I think we should tell her, she deserves to know.” Molly said, choking on the last words. John gave a small nod and turned towards me. He strode up towards me and hugged me just as Molly did.
 
“I’m sorry Clara” he said, before letting me go and walking over towards Sherlock, handing him the clipboard and examination report.
 
“Clara you might want to sit down.” Molly said, her voice gentle.
 
I go over to the same bench I was examined and propped myself up on its edge.
“Your toxicology results came back positive for pentobarbital and thiopental, both drugs were in your system in extremely high levels, I’m surprised you didn’t die from the overdose. These drugs put you in what is called an induced coma. They regularly injected you with these drugs to keep you asleep for a minimum of one week. They abused you physically and…” She said, she started to tear up. I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her.
 
“It’s okay Molly, please just try your best” I say. She pulls herself together, you could see it in her face.
 
“And they sexually assaulted you, I also came to the conclusion that they…” She choked and let the tears fall “Raped you.” She wailed.
 
I sat there. My whole world collapsed in on itself. I am not who I hoped I was.
 
“I’m so sorry Clara” Molly said, the tears spilling down her face. It was then that Sherlock looked up at me, reading me again.
 
“Sherlock stop reading me, I’m not a fucking book” I snapped. I jumped off the bench and ran out of the morgue. I collapsed in the hallway and let the rivers of tears fall down my face.
 
 
A/N: So how am I going? Characters okay? Tell me what you think in the comments! Will update soon!