Chapter 15 Subpoena
SUBPOENA
Present day
Ididn’t bother to acknowledge Scott when he excused himself from the room. There were enough things happening inside my mind that it was hard to keep track of everything I was supposed to be doing and what I must do.
Getting caught in that manner wasn’t a part of my plan, I knew as such, but if I didn’t rebel once in a while, they might have thought I was finally the perfect little bitch doing what I was told.
Jasper’s crew really knew their drugs; it was no wonder that I hadn’t died, but I had been exposed to all of these before.
It was never the high or the euphoria that messed with my mind; it was the memories that surfaced as I came crashing down that were the nightmare.
I flicked on the television that was mounted in the corner, and it zinged to life. As I flipped through the channels, willing my memories not to override my mind, I stopped on a classic as the soft thrumming of rain hit my ears.
“Knock Knock.” A soft, feminine voice reached me, and I snapped out of my memory. The classic film had long since been over, and the rain hadn’t let up, still pounding against the window.
“What?” I asked as my eyes locked on the intruder.
“I am Dr. Wellington, I was the one who treated you when you first came in, now that you are awake and stable I was wondering if we could have a chat?” she said as she stepped further into the room.
I didn’t acknowledge her as she pulled up the stool beside the bed and sat there waiting for me to speak first. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, so we sat there in silence, both staring at each other, locked in a mental battle.
“Well Ms. Williams, did you know you had been drugged with numerous amounts of illicit drugs and substances?” Her clinical voice was soft, alluring, but I wasn’t going to be divulging that information.
“Okay, how about this, could you tell me a little about the scars on your back? They look old, like you’ve had them for many years?” she glanced towards my backside with a frown.
“Not that either? Huh,” she paused for a moment, looking at the chart in her hands.
“Well, I’ll get right into it. When you first arrived, we treated the narcotics in your system, did a full pelvic exam, noting the various traumas to you, we had to extract an intrauterine device as it was damaged, we also stitched up your vaginal entrance as I am sure you felt—” she finished up listing the various treatments and medications.
“Was that all?” I gave her a look like I didn’t give a fuck about all the shit she had done, keeping my tone as monotone as possible to speed this along.
She looked nervously at the chart and swallowed before closing it altogether and giving me her full attention. “Can I be frank with you?”
“Go for it Doc,” I rolled my eyes, already annoyed at the interaction.
“Well, I don’t know how to put this sensitive and it doesn’t look like you care for delicate roundabouts. There was evidence of a previous pregnancy. Is there a child we should be concerned about while you are here?” Dr. Wellington questioned, and I stared.
“No, there wasn’t a child.” I swallowed hard, looking away.
“I see, that will be all, I will come check in later, and we will get you discharged if nothing else arises,” she spoke as she stood, preparing to leave.
Dr. Wellington was about to walk out the door and I spoke up just then.
“Will you be informing the detectives of your findings?” I sounded like a different person; the vulnerability crept in like a snake in search of prey.
“Yes, they have a subpoena,” she smiled sadly and walked out of the room, leaving me to contemplate my thoughts. Fuck.