Why not both?

"Bastard" you mutter under your breath.

Jen follows you meekly to your room.

"Get that towel off and lay down on your stomach. We'll fix you right up. Ok?"

Jen does as you order. That Asshole must have been worse than you thought. She never did what you told her to before.

"He has a date with the guards from work. As soon as I tell them. Oh boy I want some pictures of how bad they mess him up" You talk to yourself as you rummage around in your medcine cabnate.

Finally you have what you were looking for and walk back to the bedroom. Your digital camera is on the table by the door and you pick that up as well. Might as well have some evidence to show the guys.

She is lying on the bed, her eyes shut but tears run down her cheaks and nose.

"Some time you have to tell me what he did. I don't want you to tell me when you arn't ready. Just me when you want to. Mean while I'll make you feel better, ok?"

You click off some pictures. Each bruse was painfull to her. You could she by the way she held herself off the bed that her shithole of an ex didn't stop at her back.