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Title: - Day.
Author: -Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com

Rating: - NC-17.
Series: - The sequel to Night and Dawn.
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know.
Archive: - I�d be honoured, just let me know.
Warnings: - This story will contain references to violence, non-con and child abuse. Although this is intended as comfort after all the hurt of "Night" and "Dawn" it won�t be an easy read either.

Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Day � Chapter 1.
Claudette sat in the hospital waiting room for what felt like the hundredth time in the past two months. She even had her favourite chair. The one she was sitting in now where she could look out of the window and gaze down on the hospital�s entrance, watching the world coming and going through it�s doors. Sighing she glanced back at the door and wondered what was taking them so long. They were already half an hour late, what could be holding them up. As far as she knew all his bags had been packed the night before and it was just a case of some last minute paperwork,scriscriptions to be filled and appointments to be made and then that was it, Dutch was being allowed home.
She settled back into the chair and closed her eyes for a moment, as she did she ran her mind quickly back over the preceding two months oll. ll. In the ambulance on the way to the hospital after Dutch had been rescued from that psychopath Simon Collins Claudette had known that there would be many hard battles to be fought while Dutch recovered physically from his ordeal. However, she hadn�t realised just how many and how hard they would be. Within seconds of arriving at the hospital Dutch had gone into cardiac arrest. The image of his body twitching on the ER table as the doctors tried to shock his heart into restarting, and she was ushered firmly out of the room by a nurse, was still one that she couldn�t rid herself of. There were nights that she woke up in a cold sweat hearing the doctors voices calling out numbers and shouting "clear" before the loud sound of the resuscitation equipment shooting electricity into Dutch's body. Claudette shuddered, a chill going through her body despite the warm Californian sunshine that was flooding into the room from the window she sat by. It had taken the doctors in the ER two and half-hours to stabilize Dutch enough for him to be taken up to the surgical floor so the damage inflicted by that monster Collins could be repaired.
After the surgery was finally over the surgeon had dropped the next bombshell. He had come to tell them how the surgery had gone, that Dutch was stable and being transferred to the intensive care unit. As he had been about to leave he turned back to them and almost as an after thought had said,
"There was one further thing that perhaps you should know. When I was repairing the damage caused by the sexual assaults it became clear that this isn�t the first time that Detective Wagenbach has been raped."
Claudette could still remember the disbelief she had felt at those words. She hadn�t thought it possible, Dutch was her partner, she would have known, she would have sensed it. She prided herself on her insight, hadn�t she spotted the tell-tale signs when they�d been interviewing Edwardo, the illegal immigrant who�d been raped by his friend on a truck as they�d both been being smuggled over the boarder? It had been Captain Acevedo hao had asked the surgeon if he was sure. He�d nodded and told them,
"Oh yes quite sure, there was evidence of old scarring both externally and internally I�m afraid. It isn�t recent, from Detective Wagenbach�s age I�d say it probably occurred when he was in his teens. More than likely he suffered a least several years of serious sexual abuse. I�m sorry to have to tell you this but if the police department is going to be arranging for counseling I thought it best to tell you."
Claudette shuddered when she remembered the stunned silence that had followed the surgeon�s words. However, Dutch�s past had nearly never been an issue as his condition had suddenly worsened a couple of days later. The doctors had called it secondary drowning, and Claudette had never heard of it before but it had been very real and very serious. Dutch had begun to drown in his own pulmonary fluids as his damaged lungs had begun to fill and his breathing had become seriously compromised. Claudette had realised that the doctors hadn�t expected Dutch to live. However, after what he�d survived she hadn�t been about to let him go without a fight, and she knew that Dutch wasn�t going to just give up and slip away either. She�d seen the last tape that Simon had made, the tape that he had intended to send her to show her Dutch�s murder. At first the FBI hadn�t wanted her to see it, they said it would just upset her but she had ined aed and she was glad she had. At first Dutch had been quiet, almost like a soulless automaton, doing everything that Simon had told him to, meekly obeying. Claudette had despaired then wondering how Dutch would find the strength to fight his way back to health if he no longer wanted to live. Then she�d seen a change come over him. When Simon had been leading him over to the tub of water he�d begun to hesitate, to try to pull away. Then he�d said,
"I�I don�t want to drown�I don�t want to die now."
He�d begun to struggle, but he�d been too weakened by his ordeal to succeed, and Claudette found watching Dutch�s "death" had been the hardest thing she�d ever had to see. However, he had tried to fight, and she�d known then that try as he might Simon hadn�t succeeded in completely crushing Dutch�s spirit. She�d hung onto the hope that the same will to live that had caused him to fight Simon would pull him through the dark times ahead. It had seemed as if she would be proved correct when, despite the doctor�s pessimistic predictions, Dutch had fought back and begun to improve.
However, even as his lungs had begun to clear and his breathing had improved his temperature had refused to come down instead it had steadily climbed over the next couple of days as his body was ravaged by an infection. Yet again though he�d rallied and fought back, stubbornly refusing to give up and slip away.
Claudette thought about the days she�d spent sitting by him willing him to carry on living, trying to impart her own strength into him to give him something to fight back with. Smiling sadly Claudette remembered that she�d nearly made herself ill, not eating properly or getting enough rest as she�d kept her vigil. Captain Aceveda had been good to her, letting her have as much time as she needed to be there for her partner. Of course she didn�t think she had any vacation time left now for about the next four years or so but she didn�t mind. However, the strain had taken it�s toll and it had been Vic Mackey who had finally convinced her that if she wanted to help Dutch then she should start taking proper care of herself. He�d argued that Dutch would need her later when he was getting better and returning to consciousness. She had known he was right and had accepted his help, letting him stay with Dutch when he could so she could get some rest. She�d been a little surprised at his offer to help, but when he�d shrugged and simply said that she should remember he�d watched thosees tes too, she�d understood.
Vic had been proven correct when he�d told her one evening, after watching her try to sooth Dutch as he suffered from one of the many fever induced nightmares he�d had, that the hardest battles of all were still to come. Gradually the battle for Dutch�s life had been won, and he�d steadily improved and grown stronger. As he got betthe the doctors began to step down his medication. He began to have moments of consciousness that became longer ande lue lucid over the period of several days. That had been when they�d all realised just how much damage had been done to the Dutch they�d known.
Claudette jumped, shaken from her dark thoughts by the sound of the waiting room door opening. Gathering herself she stood and forcing a smile onto her face she said,
"Hi Dutch I�ve come to take you home."
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