The safety of an ambulance ride

Penny started to calm down for the first time in what felt like hours.

How long ago did this start? What time did we finish practice, what time is it now? Why did I pass out? Did the boys do anything to me?

She would have to ask about it later.

The scrawny white paramedic started to examine her for injuries. He had to take the gown right back off to make progress, but he seemed professional about the whole thing.

Penny was only mildly embarrassed. Thinking about it, it was partly because she was attracted to the other paramedic. He was a tall, buff, calm black man, and he was mostly looking at her face.

After they held each other's gaze for a few long seconds, the reason became obvious. "She seems to be focusing now," he told the white guy, "Try talking again."

Oh, right, they're just doing their jobs.

"Can you hear us?" The white one picked up a clipboard and stood near her head. "Can you tell us any details?"

"I, uh..." Penny could speak without trouble now. Good. "I can't be 100% sure. Do you see any sign of what they did to me?"

"How were you before the event? Any recent sexual or violent activity?"

She thought back to the Sex Ed class. Nothing had been put in her, and she had washed off the results after class.

"No, I was OK. I've never had sex at all."

The man blinked rapidly a few times and struggled to speak. He looked directly at Penny's crotch and her feeling of safety evaporated almost immediately.

"Man, don't be a creep. She was lucky to get through all that without being touched, especially with what they did to the other girl." The black man had a nice voice and it felt good for someone to defend Penny for once.

"We don't get many 18-year-old virgins in here." Whitey was a whiner, very un-sexy. "Let me have this."

"Still being a creep. Nobody gives a shit about that old purity fetish these days. Science and culture have moved on. You have medical training, the fuck you doin' spreading that 'virgin' nonsense?"

That was still a defense of Penny, right?

The black man continued, "Just be grateful you're not sloppy seconds tonight. Enjoy getting a clean piece of ass, don't weird it up."

Ouch. No, that was not a defense.

Before Penny could process all this, the whiney white creep had jabbed her arm with a small injection. She tried to struggle but both men held her down, and after several seconds she was alert but limp.

"Relax," said the black man. Uselessly. "We won't injure you and we'll make sure to get you there. Hell, my wife is getting jealous these days, I might not even use you myself."

"Really, man? Mine alone?"

"I said don't fuckin' make it weird."

"Right, yeah."

Penny couldn't move her arms or legs, and speaking needed too many muscles. She couldn't coordinate her actions but her thoughts were annoyingly clear. She tried to make an unhappy-sounding grunt--which was ignored--before she finally realized that there was nothing she could do.

The white paramedic stripped off all his clothes and moved to the end of the stretcher, near her feet.