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Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Booker thought back over the last few hours that had led him to be sitting on a hard plastic chair at the Evandale Hospital. After his initial breakdown, Tom had withdrawn completely and had refused to give Dennis any details about the rapes. Instead, he sat silently with his knees drawn up, staring blankly at the television as he rocked slowly back and forth. Dennis had wanted to phone his Captain for advice but he did not want to betray Tom’s confidence and trust. Instead, he had gently insisted that he take Tom to the hospital so a doctor could check him over. For the first hour it was as though Hanson did not hear Dennis' gentle persuasions. But eventually he had turned his pale face towards Booker. “Okay,” he whispered.
Now Booker was sitting outside a curtained cubicle, waiting for Tom to be examined by a Doctor Hubert. He knew they would take blood and test for diseases, including HIV. As Tom had not given him any details, Dennis did not know if the rapists had used condoms but as they were in detention, it seemed highly unlikely. As the time ticked by, he clenched and unclenched his fists as his anger mounted. He found it incomprehensible that teenagers could perpetrate such a heinous act upon another human being. At twenty-two, Booker was still young himself but try as he might, he could not get into the minds of the rapists and understand how they could commit such an act. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Tom fighting against his attackers and he hoped that once Hanson had received some specialist counseling, he would be willing to name his rapists so they could be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
Loud screaming pulled Dennis from his thoughts and he jumped to his feet when he realized it was Hanson. “DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TOUCH ME!” Tom screamed, his voice rising in panic.
Moving quickly, Booker pulled back the curtain and gasped when he saw Tom on the floor, wearing only a white hospital gown and struggling violently as a male nurse held him down. “Let him go!” Dennis yelled, pulling out his badge and flashing it at the startled doctor who was standing by the hospital bed.
The nurse continued to hold Tom firm. “Who the hell are you?” he growled.
“I’m a police officer and Tom Hanson is my colleague. So take your hands off him before I have you arrested for assault,” Booker replied angrily.
The nurse turned towards Doctor Hubert and when he received a small nod from his superior, he let go of Tom and stood up. Dennis pushed roughly past him and dropping to his knees, he pulled Hanson into his arms and turned to face the doctor. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted. “Can’t you see he’s distraught?”
The doctor stared back nervously. “I only tried to give him an internal exam but as soon as I touched him he went berserk.”
Sighing heavily, Booker tried to calm his temper. “He’s been raped,” he replied through clenched teeth. “Of course he’s going to react when you touch him there.”
In an attempt to regain his authority, the doctor took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. “Even so, he needs to be examined. If need be, I’ll have Nurse Evans hold him down.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Booker snapped back before turning his attention to Tom. Gently releasing his hold, he cupped Hanson’s frightened face in his hands. “I’m here Tommy and I won’t let anyone hurt you. But the doctor needs to examine you internally, just to make sure everything’s okay. Do you understand?”
Tom stared back, his eyes wide with fear. “I don’t want to be touched down there,” he whispered.
Booker rubbed his fingers anxiously over his top lip. He had to convince Hanson to have the examination and yet he could understand completely how the young officer felt. With a sigh, he gently swept Tom’s long bangs out of his eyes. “I know this is hard Hanson, but you need to let the doctor do his job. You know better than anyone how important this is and the doctor might be able to extract some evidence that we can use. But if you want me to, I’ll stay in here with you.”
Chewing nervously on his bottom lip, Tom eventually gave a small nod of consent. Climbing onto the bed, he turned to face Dennis. “Promise me you’ll stay,” he murmured, his eyes wide with fear.
Booker grabbed a chair and placing it next to the bed, he sat down next to his new friend. Taking hold of Hanson’s hand, he gave it a squeeze. “You just keep looking into my eyes Tommy and I promise you it will be over before you know it.”
Doctor Hubert immediately became business like. “I want you to lie on your right side and pull your knees up to your chest,” he instructed. When Tom was in position, he continued in a matter-of-fact voice. “I’m just going to insert a finger and have a feel around. Take a deep breath…”
A single tear slid down Tom’s cheek as his body suffered yet another violation. Staring into Dennis’ soft, dark eyes, Tom took comfort from the compassion he saw shining back at him. For the first time in a week, he no longer felt completely alone.
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Driving away from the hospital, Tom sat silently in the passenger seat. He gazed out at the nighttime traffic as his mind played over the night’s events. The doctor had confirmed that he had suffered anal tearing from the viciousness of the attacks, but he assured Tom that over time, it would heal. He had shown no emotion when the doctor explained that he would have the results of the test for STDs within a few days but it would take several weeks before he would know if he had contracted HIV. Not wanting to deal with the possibilities, Tom had shut his mind off to what the doctor was telling him. However, he did notice that Booker’s expression became troubled as he listened to Doctor Hubert’s clinical speech about various treatments that were currently available. All Tom could hope was that he would not need any of them.
A small frown creased Tom's brow when he realized that they had driven past the turnoff to his apartment and his heart began to hammer in his chest. “Where are we going?” he asked in a shaky voice.
Turning left and then right, Booker pulled into an underground car park before parking in bay number twelve. Switching off the engine, he turned and gave Tom a somewhat guilty smile. “I kind of figured you wouldn’t let me stay at your place so I’ve brought you to mine. I really don’t think you should be on your own tonight Tommy.”
At first, Hanson felt angry at being treated as if he were a child but the feeling slowly faded when he saw the genuine look of concern on Dennis' face. Sighing wearily, he managed a small smile. “Just for tonight, but only ‘cause I’m too tired to argue.”
“Just for tonight,” Booker agreed. As they caught the lift up to the fourth floor, Dennis tried to gauge Tom’s mood. He appeared calmer than he had been in the hospital but he noticed that Tom had started to pick nervously at the scars on his arm. Booker’s next goal was to get Hanson to agree to see a psychologist. He knew that Tom needed professional help with dealing with the rapes and he knew that Captain Fuller would not allow him back to work until some form of counseling was undertaken. He wondered when Tom would disclose the truth about his ordeal to his fellow officers. Dennis now felt in somewhat of a difficult situation, knowing what he did about Tom’s time in Riverbend. He did not want to betray Tom’s trust but he was unsure how he could lie to Fuller if asked if he knew anything. Exiting the lift and leading Tom down the well-lit corridor, Booker decided to worry about it when the time came.
Unlocking his door, Dennis stood back and let Tom enter. The apartment was small and messy, consisting of a combined kitchen/living area, one bedroom and a bathroom. Gym equipment monopolized the living space, which also included a small couch, a coffee table and a TV. “Take a seat,” Booker offered as he tossed his keys into a bowl on top of a bookcase. “I’m just gonna change the sheets on the bed for you.”
“I’ll take the couch,” Tom replied quietly. “It doesn’t seem fair to kick you out of your bed.”
Booker smiled and Hanson once again marveled at how different the dark haired officer looked when his face relaxed. “No arguments. You’re my guest for tonight so you get the bed. Anyway, I’m not that tired so I’m happy to have the TV.”
“Okay,” Hanson replied, suddenly feeling exhausted from the night’s events. Sitting down, he picked up the remote and switched on the television. Flicking through the channels, he settled on a late night sports show. Settling back, he closed his eyes and listened to the monotonous drone of the hosts’ voices as they discussed the statistics from last night’s hockey game. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt a light touch on his arm and he jumped violently, his eyes instantly opening in terror. He felt relief when he saw Booker staring down at him.
“Sorry,” Dennis murmured, apologetically. “That was stupid of me.”
Tiredness suddenly overwhelmed Hanson and he once again sensed tears springing to the surface. Embarrassed, he pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes and tried to stem the flow. Unable to contain a sob, he felt Dennis sit beside him and drape an arm comfortingly around his shoulder. “Shh,” Booker whispered softly. “It’s okay.”
“It’s n-not okay!” Tom cried out in anguish as his sobbing intensified. “It’s n-never going to b-be okay! H-how am I s-supposed to get th-through this?”
Booker felt as though his heart was breaking. Pulling Tom protectively against his chest, he stroked at his distraught colleagues hair. “One step at a time Tommy,” he whispered. “One step at a time.”
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