Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 26

Isabella's POV:

We had just arrived on shore at the same place we had been at before I was kidnapped by Drake. The name wouldn't come to mind though, it's like I couldn't remember anything except what Drake had done to me.

"Come on." Harry says gently, picking me up so carefully like he thought that I was going to break. He avoided all my injuries, thankfully, and started walking out of the captain's quarters, onto the deck where I could see the sun shining above us.

The crew saw us and gave me a sad smile, obviously knowing that I had been traumatized by Drake. They didn't even know the full story either, they only knew of my kidnapping.

Harry takes me from the ship, walking down from the bridge that had lowered, and started walking in town. "The doctor here is really good. He's going to take care of you." he says sweetly and I just nod to him, not having enough energy to say anything back to him.

I stay quiet while he carries me, leaning my head against his chest and staring blankly at the sidewalk as we walk through town. Well, as Harry walks through town, I should say.

Harry doesn't try to make conversation, as he obviously knows that I don't feel like talking. I really do appreciate him, and I don't have the best way of showing it either. I need to do something for him so that he knows how grateful I really am to him.

Maybe that'll be something I do when this whole thing is over.

Harry shifts me in his arms slightly, opening up a door and pushing it open, taking me inside an unfamiliar room. The memories of the unfamiliar room with Drake flashes in my mind and I begin to shake, whimpering slightly as I balled my hands up.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks worriedly and I shake my head at him. "I don't know where I am." I whisper and he lets out a sigh. "We're at the doctors. I wouldn't take you anywhere where you would feel uncomfortable. I promise." he reassures me and I nod my head, relaxing in his arms slightly.

"Ahh, Mr. Styles, is it? What have we got here?" a strong, British accent asks Harry and I feel Harry stiffen at the mention of his last name. Styles, where have I heard that before? I know it sounds familiar...

"She's badly injured, Giles, and I need help. Can you please help her?" he asks the doctor, Giles, desperately and I move my head over so that I see him.

Giles is a middle-aged man, his hair slightly grey and his brown eyes a bit duller than what they should've been. He's obviously a worn down, hard working man, and for that I respect him.

"Of course. Set her down here." Giles says, his face serious as Harry sets me down on a medical bed, letting Giles come up to me with a smile.

"Hello there love. What's your name?" he asks me and I take a deep breath. "Isabella." I murmur and he nods to me.

"Well Isabella, don't you worry. I'll have you all fixed up soon." he says cheerfully, getting out a kit and starting to get to work. "I'm sorry to ask this, but I need that shirt to come off so that I can get to your injuries on your stomach." Giles says sadly and I gulp.

I see Harry stiffen and a frown falls on his face. "O-okay." I stutter, my hands shaking as I remove the shirt Harry had graciously given me when he found me.

I close my eyes, not wanting to see a lustful gaze traveling up and down my body like Drake did. I couldn't stand to see that again, he's already left scars in my heart, I don't want them in my brain permanently.

I jumped back in shock as a hand touched my stomach, and immediately let out a scream. My eyes flew open and I crawled to the back of the bed, ignoring the pain shooting throughout my body. Taking deep breaths, I looked around the room to see both Giles and Harry looking at me in shock.

"She's been traumatized, hasn't she Harry?" Giles asks gravely and Harry nods his head to him. "By who?" Giles asks and Harry sighs. "Drake got her." Harry says irritably and anger appears in Giles eyes.

I whimper as he comes closer to me again, but he offers me a friendly smile. "Don't be afraid Isabella, I won't hurt you. I'm here to help." he says soothingly, holding his hand out for me to take. My body is shaking, but for some reason I believe Giles' words. He's not going to hurt me. He's here to help me.

Shakily taking his hand, he gently pulls me back to the edge of the bed, looking into my eyes the entire time, not my body. That's what I appreciated most about him right now, is the fact that he knows I've been through some bad things, and he's respecting all of my new fears.

"Now, I'm going to start cleaning your wounds, is that okay?" he asks me politely and I nod to him slowly, just wanting to get this whole doctor visit over with.

Giles takes a rag looking object and begins to clean out my wounds. I hiss in pain but don't say anything, just let him finish up his job. He does all the places where Drake whipped me, cleaning them out thoroughly and carefully.

When he was done, he got out a needle and my eyes widened at the sight of it. Giles noticed my expression and placed a hand over mine, smiling at me gently. "It's not for torture. I need to stitch up one of your arms. It's too deep of a cut to let heal by itself. Actually, they all are." he says to me and I let out a breath, nodding my head.

He numbs the areas he has to stitch up before doing so. The entire time, I look at Harry for support. He smiles at me, nodding his head to me encouragingly. I hold out my hand to him, a desperate look on my face and Harry looks at me shocked.

I guess he wouldn't have guessed that I would basically beg him to come to me. He's used to me fighting him and teasing him, but not exactly begging for him.

Harry comes over to me, holding my hand as Giles finishes up all the places where I was slashed open by Drake's whip. Harry rubs circles on my hand with his thumb, looking at me with caring eyes as he watches me get fixed up.

Like Giles, Harry's eyes never leave my own, never once taking a peak at my body. Another thing I am totally grateful for. "Harry, I-" I start but he shakes his head.

"You don't have to say anything right now. It's okay." Harry says with a smile and I just sigh, nodding my head. I guess apologizing to him and thanking him isn't something I need to do while I'm getting stitched up anyways.

"There, you're done. You do have a few bruises on you, but they should heal up pretty fast. You're a very tough girl, Isabella." Giles says to me, sitting back and smiling at me. I return a weak smile, nodding to him.

"Thank you." I say and his eyes sparkle. "It's my pleasure to help out anyone whom Harry cares for. And you, my dear girl, are a special lady indeed." he says and I see Harry look off to the side, a small blush on his face.

"Thank you Giles." Harry says and Giles nods his head. I quickly put the shirt on again, letting out a relieved sigh as it covers my stomach again. "You're free to go. Harry, this one is of no charge. She deserves to be fixed up without a cost." Giles says and tears come to my eyes.

I turn to Giles, giving him a smile and slightly giving him a bow. I would hug him, but I'm a little afraid to right now, so this will do. I hope he understands that.

"Thank you." I say and he gives me a bright smile. "No, Isabella, thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you." he says and I nod to him, keeping Harry's hand in mine as we walk towards the doors.

"Keep her close Harry, don't let this one get away from you." Giles says and Harry squeezes my hand, turning back to throw a smirk at Giles, a determined look on his face.

"Don't worry Giles, I won't."

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