Lying next to Trey, Megan’s left hand gradually lost its grip. A young deputy sheriff draped a small blanket over her nearly naked body before picking her up. The shotgun slipped from her hand, dropping into the mud.
“Jack Sutter’s ranch.” Megan mumbled. “The horses…”
“What Miss?” The deputy asked, leaning over her face.
Megan was lulled into near unconsciousness, unable to speak further. The deputy stretched her out on the gurney. Two EMT’s picked her up and wheeled her towards a waiting ambulance. Red, blue and clear lights reflected off the house and trees as they rolled her down the driveway. Looking in the distance, she could see another team of medical personnel working on Trey, still lying in the doorway.
“We’ve got another massacre on our hands!” A deputy exclaimed, standing next to the ambulance’s rear doors. “Looks like some sort of drug deal gone bad!”
The rear doors slammed shut blocking Megan’s view of the men working over Trey. As one of the medical technicians started inserting an IV into her left arm, she lapsed into unconsciousness.
The next thing Megan remembered was being rolled down a corridor into the medical center’s emergency room. Looking up, the rows of fluorescent lights became one long, blurry stream of illumination. Her body felt cold and numb. She could move her hands but her arms ached terribly.
A doctor dressed in green scrubs, walked up to the examination table as the EMT’s transferred her from the gurney. He looked to be in his mid to late fifties. His tousled gray hair matched his short trimmed beard.
“I’m Doc Holliday.” He said, leaning over her and smiling. “No kiddin’! It’s my real name.”
The doctor removed the blanket from Megan, tossing it to a corner of the curtained examination area. Pulling her panties down for a quick look and seeing her breasts and face badly bruised he immediately asked for a second nurse.
“Cut her underwear off and remove her shoes and socks!” He commanded the second nurse. “And get me a rape kit!”
“We’ve got a real mess with this one.” The doctor muttered. “We need to make sure we get the bastard!”
“I shot him.” Megan mumbled.
“You shot him?” The nurse at Megan’s side murmured. “Good for you.”
“Trey……….” Megan mumbled, her raspy voice trailing off.
“This is gonna hurt Miss but I’ve got to see how bad off you are.” Doc Holliday warned, spreading her legs apart.
While one nurse held her ankles, the doctor spread her pussy open with a speculum. Megan’s body tightened up as the pain became unbearable. Crying out, she begged for him to stop. The nurse at her side, held her arms down against the table.
“She’s got severe vaginal lacerating and tearing.” The doctor stated. “She’s a goddamn mess! At least the bastard didn’t inseminate her. That‘s one thing to be thankful for.”
Doctor Holliday gave the nurse instructions on what he wanted and then told both of them to get Megan to the x-ray department for tests and scans. He also ordered a mild sedative and pain medication for her.
Two men burst into the examination area, demanding to talk with Megan. Both middle-age men wore dark suits and ties, identifying themselves as FBI agents from the Santa Fe office.
“She’s not talking with anyone till I say so!” Doc Holliday exclaimed. “So you can quit flashing your badges! I’m not impressed one damn bit!”
“We need to talk with the lady while the events are still fresh in her mind.” One of the agents stated.
“I said NO!” The doctor retorted. “And, no means no. Maybe in the morning. Hell, maybe not even then. No one talks with her till I say so.”
“There’s a break room with coffee and vending machines just off the lobby.” Holliday said, pulling back the curtain and pointing the way. “Get out of my emergency room!”
As the nurses started to move Megan, Christine rushed up to her.
“Oh God, Megan!” She exclaimed, hysterically sobbing and grabbing Megan’s hand. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Megan was helpless to respond. The pain medication and sedation were taking their toll on her. She tried to speak but she barely got her mouth to move. She wanted to find out about Trey, knowing he was seriously injured.
“John Henry!” Christine shouted with tears streaming down her face. “I want to know how bad she is!”
“She’s been raped, beaten and mauled.” Holliday responded. “How do you think she is?”
Megan drifted off to sleep, not waking till almost noon the next day. Moving her head to the side, she saw Maria sitting in a chair next to the bed.
“Ms. Reynolds, you awake?” She whispered, rising from her chair. “I’ll get Mrs. James.”
“Wait.” Megan muttered, grabbing Maria’s hand. “Trey. How bad’s Trey?”
“Mr. James is down the hall.” Maria replied. “He has bad head injuries. You should talk with Mrs. James.”
Megan lie there waiting for Christina. Although her thoughts were on Trey and his condition, she didn’t know what to say about her other son, Collin and her brother, Brock. Christina entered Megan’s hospital room, closing the door behind her. She looked terrible from lack of sleep. Her face was swollen from crying.
“How’s Trey?” Megan asked as Christina made her way to the side of the bed.
“He’s going to be alright.” Christina replied. “He’s got a concussion and some scalp lacerations. He took a bullet but luckily it just crazed his right shoulder. They’re gonna keep him for awhile for observation.”
“I’m…I’m sorry about what Collin did to you.” The woman muttered, wiping her tears. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Megan murmured, grasping the woman’s hand. “Everything just got out of hand.”
“How’s Clint taking it?” Megan inquired. “He must be taking it hard.”
“We haven’t told him yet.” Christina replied. “We unplugged the television in his room and we’re not allowing anyone in. The doctor’s going to help me get him through this.”
“How’s my patient doing this morning?” Doc Holliday inquired, smiling as he entered the room. “Much better I hope.”
“I…I’m ok.” Megan mumbled. “How soon can I get out of her?”
“Well, let’s have a look at you.” Holliday responded. “It’s certainly not going to be today if that’s what you’re shooting for.”
“You might want to step out while I examine Ms. Reynolds.” He suggested to Christina.
“If it’s alright with Megan, I’d rather stay.” Christina replied, still holding her hand.
Megan nodded her head for the doctor to go ahead and examine her. Uncovering her from the waist up, Christina gasped seeing her covered with bruises. Seeing her reaction, Holliday ordered her to leave.
“She doesn’t need to see anymore.” The doctor said. “She’s gone through enough hell.”
Although Megan had quit bleeding from her vaginal wounds, she was still sore and in alot of discomfort. With the aid of a nurse, the doctor treated her internal wounds and ordered more pain medication.
“Those FBI guys are still waiting to talk to you.” Holliday stated. “You feel like talking to them so they’ll leave or do you want me to try and hold them off another day?”
