Chapter 99: Is There Anything Else?

Chapter 99: Is There Anything Else?

Crystal looked at the woman who’d provided the eggs. “What’s your name, anyway?” she asked.

“M-Mary,” the woman replied. “My n-name is Mary W-Wiggins…”

“Well, Mary,” Crystal said. “If you don’t have any more information for me, it’s time for you to start eating the eggs.” As she talked, she took the glass of water on the table and poured its contents over Mary’s head. Then she cracked the two eggs she’d brought with her and emptied their contents into the cup. Finally, she handed the glass to Mary. “Waste not, want not,” Crystal said, and the grin on her face was not unlike that of a shark. “Drink up.”

Mary looked at the glass, and her expression could see her feeling of revulsion. She took the glass, though, plugged her nose, and slurped the eggs into her mouth.

Crystal chuckled while the woman gagged as she struggled to keep the contents of her stomach where they belonged. Once she had her gut under control, Nathan turned to look at Crystal. He smiled and said, “Let’s go. There are still journalists to deal with. I’ll leave a couple of my men with Mary to make sure she eats all of the eggs. As for the man who paid her... I will find him and crucify him.”

Crystal nodded and allowed Nathan to pick her up. He carried her out of the Interrogation Room. Outside, the journalists were waiting, and as soon as they saw the Power Couple, they began to take pictures. Amy Fowler was there, and she shouted Nathan’s name. “Do you have a moment to answer a few questions?” she asked.

“Not now,” Nathan replied. He carried Crystal through the police station into the open air and brought her to his sports car. Then he walked around the car and got in beside her.

Crystal leaned over and put her head on Nathan’s chest, and he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her back. He said, “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been wandering around. Don’t you know that I can’t protect you if I don’t know where you are?”

“I’m sorry.” Crystal began to cry, and she said, “I see that now, and it won’t happen again.”

Nathan wiped her tears away with the tips of his fingers. He kissed the top of her head, and she smiled shyly. “Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked.

Crystal blinked her starry eyes and tilted her head. She looked up at him and said, “I wasn’t trying to seduce you, but I could if you wanted me to. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Nathan kissed her neck and earlobe and then whispered everything he wanted her to do to him and what he wanted to do to her. Crystal blushed as his lips tickled her pinna and auricle, but she didn’t pull away. Once he was done telling her his fantasies, she placed her hand on his muscular chest and said, “I’d better get washed up first. The smell may not bother you, but I can’t stand it.”

***

Crystal turned up the pressure on the water, made it as hot as possible, and scrubbed her body from head to toe. Then she dried off and put on her white bathrobe. Nathan was waiting in her room with Dr. Phillips, who he had summoned to take a look and care for her wounds.

Nathan: “Are you almost done?”

“Coming out now,” Crystal replied.

Nathan was standing by the window, looking out, and Dr. Phillips was sitting on the bed. Nathan had brought a portable desk and set it up adjacent to the bed, and there was a medicine bag on it. Then, in front of the doctor, there was a chair.

Dr. Phillips smiled and said, “Crystal, come and sit. Let me take a look at you.”

Crystal nodded, walked over to the doctor, dropped her robe, and sat naked in the empty chair. After a thorough examination, Dr. Philips made a record on a notebook, and then she applied medicine to Crystal’ wounds. When she was done and Crystal had the robe back on, Nathan turned around. “Is she going to be okay?” he asked.

“She’ll be fine,” the doctor replied. “There are too many bruises to count, but nothing’s broken, and there isn’t any internal bleeding. Her arms are scratched up pretty badly, and they’ll need to be cleaned twice daily, but considering what those monsters did to her, I’d say that she’s pretty lucky.”

“Is there anything else?” Nathan asked.

“I’m afraid that there is,” the doctor replied. She turned to Crystal and said, “In situations like this, it isn’t uncommon for there to be psychological damage. This is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or P.T.S.D for short. You may have nightmares or have a hard time being around people you don’t know. There are a ton of symptoms, so I suggest you look it up on the internet - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and if, at any time, you need to, call me. Do you understand?”

Crystal nodded. She thanked the doctor, and then Nathan told her that she could leave.

Once the doctor was gone, Nathan took place on the bed where the doctor had been sitting. He held Crystal’s hand, kissed her fingers, and asked her if she was in pain.

“I am,” Crystal replied. “My whole body hurts, but especially the scratches.”

Nathan looked at Crystal’s arm and frowned. There was Polysporin on the scratches, and when Nathan saw that it was still wet, he said, “Hold still. There’s medicine on your hands.” Then he went into the bathroom and came back with the blow dryer. He plugged it in, turned it on, and ran it over her arms.

Crystal watched Nathan. Somehow, as he cared for her, he seemed vulnerable. All of his usual arrogance was gone. Who could resist such a man? - she thought.

Once the Polysporin was dry, Nathan turned the blow dryer off, and he asked Crystal if she was tired. She said that she wasn’t, and he smiled. Then, he said, “If you’re not tired, I want to take you to a special dinner tonight.”