Go home

Victoria and Cassandra mean more to you than any person in the world, even when they're this beautiful, but it wouldn't feel right to push on now. You angrily slam your fist into the steering wheel, accidentally activating the horn. The woman in the back of your car grunts. You look over to check on her and as you have a better look at her, you notice that her left arm is at an unnatural angle.

You sigh, knowing that you don't have much of a choice. With full throttle you drift your car on the wet road, turning a 180 degrees to head the other direction. Your tires find grip again and you shoot off. The trip back is a blur, only interrupted by the occasional groan or shuffle from your **** passenger. Eventually you arrive back at your mansion however, still not sure if you're making the right choice. You really hope so.

You get out of the car and open the back door. The woman had regained some consciousness, but you still decided to pick her up and carry her inside. Eva had already opened the door for you, allowing you to head straight to the couch. You gently lay her down and start assessing the situation.

Her arm is broken and she has multiple cuts and bruises all over her body. It doesn't look like she had been tortured but someone had most certainly abused this woman. The different wounds had been acquired over a longer period of time as well, so it wasn't a single incident either. None of the wounds are deep enough to require stitches, but her arm has to be put back in a straight line. The fractured bone hadn't punctured the woman's flesh, thankfully. If that had been the case, she probably wouldn't have made it this far. Bone realignment was something you had done before and you were confident with, so it seemed you wouldn't need a trip to the hospital after all.

You check the woman's pulse again, checking to see if you can leave her alone for a moment. Everything seems okay, so you head upstairs to your study room and prepare a syringe with a small dose of morphine. After getting back to the beauty occupying your living room couch, you apply the morphine and get ready for the task at hand. You're going to attempt a closed reduction. Her unconsciousness, combined with the morphine you just applied, should relax her muscles enough for you to realign the bones.

You grab the woman's arm with both hands, one hand on each side of the fracture. You hold her arm steady with the hand closed to her shoulder while pulling on her lower arm. The woman wakes up from unconsciousness and screams. Her muscles spasm and tense up, now requiring all your strength to finish the procedure. It takes you another 2 seconds, but the pained screams of the woman have brought tears to your eyes. As you release the pressure again and feel the arm slide back into place, you let out the breath you had been holding. No damage. No extra complications. You let go of the arm, which was now in a much more natural position.

The woman is breathing heavily and her entire body is shaking from the cold and the pain. You run to the kitchen to grab a wet towel and after getting back you start cleaning up the woman's face. As you remove the dirt you uncover a beautiful and a butchered face. Deep cuts and bruises line her cheeks and forehead and her left eye has swollen up from a heavy blow. You clean off all the dried blood and grab your medical supplies. You tend to the wounds on the woman's face and bandage her arm, making sure to be as careful and tender as you can be. Cassandra would be proud of you.

You decide not to be prude about it when you reach the woman's more intimate parts and continue applying the different ointments and bandages. As you finish tending to the last wounds, the woman thanks you with a dry and raspy voice. It's too quiet to make out what she's saying, but it's clear that she needs some water. You take the mud and blood covered towel back to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water, which the woman gratefully accepts.

After drinking a bit of water the woman tries speaking again. "I don't know who you are, but I do know I owe my life to you. I can't thank you enough." she says.

You smile. "It was nothing, truly. But I must ask you, who did this to you?"

(Quick note. A Closed Reduction is a complicated medical procedure that should not be attempted without medical training. If someone has a fractured bone, visit a doctor.)