Germany stepped back into the room just as Seborga was given the clipboard to put his signature on the form. The pen trembled in his hand and his signature came out shaky.
“Are you all right?” Germany asked, glancing at the clipboard.
“No.”
Adessi inclined her head towards Germany when he sat down next to Seborga on the edge of the bed.
“OK, then,” she said, putting the form on the desk in the corner, replacing it with a blank sheet, “We’ll start. Remember that you can stop this at any time. Can you remember when this incident happened?”
Seborga looked up at the clock on the wall, his eyes glazing over slightly as he thought back.
The others are staring at him and he can’t look up to meet their eyes he’s doing it for them if they keep looking at him he’ll break he knows it
“It started at about six, I think,” he replied eventually.
“I see. That was six yesterday, was it? Morning or evening?”
“Evening.”
“All right.” Adessi noted down the time, “Where did it happen?”
"They didn’t let me see.”
Germany shifted next to him and Seborga quickly looked up, a plummeting feeling in his stomach at the worry that Germany was moving away from him.
“Do you know how many assailants there were?”
Another pause, a hesitation, “I think four.”
Seborga took a deep breath through his nose to try and calm the rolling in his stomach. He could remember them clear as day, two men and two women. The women had held him down when he’d started to struggle and pinched his nose to make him open his mouth…
He didn’t even realise he was crying until Doctor Adessi pressed a tissue into his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to keep the tears from coming.
“Do you need anything?” Germany was standing again, a hand on Seborga’s shoulder, “Water?”
Seborga nodded and opened his eyes, wiping the tears off his cheeks. Germany smoothed his hair down and left the room. Seborga looked back at the doctor, his expression apologetic.
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologise,” Adessi clicked her pen, “Do you want to stop? The questions will be more difficult from this point.”
“No.” he twisted the tissue round in his hands, “I can do this.”
“OK.” Adessi looked back down to the form on her clipboard and flipped it over, revealing a simple diagram of a human body underneath, “Can you show me where sexual contact occurred?”
He suddenly wished Germany hadn’t left the room. He wiped his nose before pointing to mouth and genital area on the diagram. He couldn’t stop shaking. Adessi quickly noted down what he’d indicated on the diagram before moving on to her next question.
“Was there any protection used, such as condoms?”
The only reply he gave was a quick nod. Another note written down on the clipboard, move on quickly to the next question.
“Were there any weapons or threats?”
Seborga stopped again there. Threats…yes, there had been a threat. Not to him, not entirely.
“They threatened my friends.”
Adessi’s eyes softened at that and her pen paused in its note taking. She took her glasses off and wiped them; it seemed more like it was to give him a respite in questioning, even if he hadn’t asked for one.
“Were you injured at all?”
He nodded again and pointed to his black eye, “This and everywhere else.”
The doctor looked towards the bag on the bed. She stood up, setting the clipboard on her seat, and opened the bag. Upon seeing what was in the bag, she picked up the pen and wrote another quick note before going over to the desk and pulling on a pair of rubber gloves and bringing out a small box from one of the drawers, as well as a paper bag. Over a sheet of paper spread on the floor by the bed, she transferred the coat from the plastic bag to the paper one and labelled it.
“We can start the physical part of the exam now,” she said, “I’m going to need to take some photographs of any injuries you have. Are you all right for that?”
“Mmhmm.”
Adessi slowly untied the back of the hospital gown and Seborga allowed it to slide down to his waist. The touch of the doctor’s cold hands made his shaking worse. She gently prodded at the bruising on his right shoulder, down his arm.
“There’s no open cuts or scratches,” she murmured, “Do you feel as though anything is fractured?”
“No.” Seborga swallowed when she lifted his arm to examine his ribs and hip, “I’ve had broken bones before.”
Adessi moved round to his other side and examined the left in the same way. When she pressed down on a particularly large bruise on his left hip, he couldn’t help but hiss in pain. Her hands quickly retreated before she took the camera from the pouch around her neck. She indicated that he should stand and he did, fumbling to keep the hospital gown in place around his waist.
“We’ll have to wait until your guardian comes back,” she said, “So he can fill out the witness paperwork.”
When Germany came back just moments later, Seborga’s legs had started trembling as well. Goosebumps had risen up his arms and down the back of his neck. Germany looked between Seborga and the doctor, his expression puzzled.
“Do you mind filling out some paperwork?” Adessi asked, indicating to the papers left by the nurse earlier.
Realisation dawned on Germany’s face and he set the bottle of water down by the foot of the bed. He gave the papers a once over.
“Of course,” he said, taking the pen held out to him by Adessi and sitting in the unoccupied seat in the corner, squinting a little without his reading glasses.
While Germany read through the papers, Adessi took photographs of every bruise she could see; she made sure that she was as quick as possible and told him to go back to the bed when she was done.
“I’m going to take some swabs from your mouth first,” she explained, discarding her gloves and putting on new ones, “I’ll get this done as quickly as possible.”
She opened the box from before and took out four cotton swabs. Gently tipping his face up towards her, she swabbed between his bottom gum and the inside of his cheek. Germany watched them the whole time, watching for any sign that he should step in. Adessi repeated the swab three more times, once on the other side on his bottom jaw and once on both sides of his top jaw. She told him to keep his mouth open before slipping a small paper disk on top of his tongue for a saliva sample.
“Nearly done now,” she said, taking out some envelopes, a comb and some nail clippers, “Just a little longer.”
She raked the comb through Seborga’s hair before plucking some strands and putting them into one of the small envelopes. His fingernails were scraped and clipped, the findings put into separate envelopes. She removed the paper from his mouth and put it into a small plastic envelope.
“I’m going to need you to lie back,” Adessi said, taking out a fifth swab, “So I can take any samples and check for any internal injuries. If you feel threatened at any point, say the word and I’ll stop.”
Seborga looked to Germany, his expression pleading, “Stay?”
Germany moved the chair closer while Seborga shifted and lay back. Doctor Adessi carefully lifted his knees so they were loosely bent and pushed the hem of the hospital gown up a little, drawing the curtain so it blocked him mostly from view.
“Please try to relax,” she said, “I want this to be as painless for you as possible.”
The touch of her gloves on his inner thigh made Seborga tense up almost immediately. He turned his face to stare at the wall as she examined the bruises and bite marks. Germany muttered something to himself and allowed Seborga to grab at his hand.
Seborga yelped and his grip on Germany’s hand tightened until his entire arm trembled. Adessi pulled back with one hand still on his knee. Her expression was apologetic.
“Are you done?” Germany asked while Seborga sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. His eyes were glassy.
“Yes,” Adessi replied, transferring the swab to a glass slide and putting it in a plastic envelope, “He’s done.”
Germany picked up the water bottle and unscrewed the cap. Seborga jumped, startled, when Germany gently nudged his shoulder and held the bottle out to him. Adessi packed up and labelled her box of evidence before shaking Germany’s hand and leaving the room. Germany set out Seborga’s clothes out for him and pulled the curtain around him fully.
You updated! And your writing's just as good as ever.
I liked the detail that it wasn't just men involved in the rape. I liked the bit about Seborga having had broken bones before, and Veneziano knowing even if he didn't say anything, and, well, all of it! Keep up the good (heartwrenching) work!
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The Backward Step 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)“Are you all right?” Germany asked, glancing at the clipboard.
“No.”
Adessi inclined her head towards Germany when he sat down next to Seborga on the edge of the bed.
“OK, then,” she said, putting the form on the desk in the corner, replacing it with a blank sheet, “We’ll start. Remember that you can stop this at any time. Can you remember when this incident happened?”
Seborga looked up at the clock on the wall, his eyes glazing over slightly as he thought back.
The others are staring at him and he can’t look up to meet their eyes he’s doing it for them if they keep looking at him he’ll break he knows it
“It started at about six, I think,” he replied eventually.
“I see. That was six yesterday, was it? Morning or evening?”
“Evening.”
“All right.” Adessi noted down the time, “Where did it happen?”
"They didn’t let me see.”
Germany shifted next to him and Seborga quickly looked up, a plummeting feeling in his stomach at the worry that Germany was moving away from him.
“Do you know how many assailants there were?”
Another pause, a hesitation, “I think four.”
Seborga took a deep breath through his nose to try and calm the rolling in his stomach. He could remember them clear as day, two men and two women. The women had held him down when he’d started to struggle and pinched his nose to make him open his mouth…
He didn’t even realise he was crying until Doctor Adessi pressed a tissue into his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to keep the tears from coming.
“Do you need anything?” Germany was standing again, a hand on Seborga’s shoulder, “Water?”
Seborga nodded and opened his eyes, wiping the tears off his cheeks. Germany smoothed his hair down and left the room. Seborga looked back at the doctor, his expression apologetic.
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologise,” Adessi clicked her pen, “Do you want to stop? The questions will be more difficult from this point.”
“No.” he twisted the tissue round in his hands, “I can do this.”
“OK.” Adessi looked back down to the form on her clipboard and flipped it over, revealing a simple diagram of a human body underneath, “Can you show me where sexual contact occurred?”
He suddenly wished Germany hadn’t left the room. He wiped his nose before pointing to mouth and genital area on the diagram. He couldn’t stop shaking. Adessi quickly noted down what he’d indicated on the diagram before moving on to her next question.
“Was there any protection used, such as condoms?”
The only reply he gave was a quick nod. Another note written down on the clipboard, move on quickly to the next question.
“Were there any weapons or threats?”
Seborga stopped again there. Threats…yes, there had been a threat. Not to him, not entirely.
“They threatened my friends.”
Adessi’s eyes softened at that and her pen paused in its note taking. She took her glasses off and wiped them; it seemed more like it was to give him a respite in questioning, even if he hadn’t asked for one.
“Were you injured at all?”
He nodded again and pointed to his black eye, “This and everywhere else.”
The doctor looked towards the bag on the bed. She stood up, setting the clipboard on her seat, and opened the bag. Upon seeing what was in the bag, she picked up the pen and wrote another quick note before going over to the desk and pulling on a pair of rubber gloves and bringing out a small box from one of the drawers, as well as a paper bag. Over a sheet of paper spread on the floor by the bed, she transferred the coat from the plastic bag to the paper one and labelled it.
“We can start the physical part of the exam now,” she said, “I’m going to need to take some photographs of any injuries you have. Are you all right for that?”
“Mmhmm.”
Adessi slowly untied the back of the hospital gown and Seborga allowed it to slide down to his waist. The touch of the doctor’s cold hands made his shaking worse. She gently prodded at the bruising on his right shoulder, down his arm.
The Backward Step 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)“No.” Seborga swallowed when she lifted his arm to examine his ribs and hip, “I’ve had broken bones before.”
Adessi moved round to his other side and examined the left in the same way. When she pressed down on a particularly large bruise on his left hip, he couldn’t help but hiss in pain. Her hands quickly retreated before she took the camera from the pouch around her neck. She indicated that he should stand and he did, fumbling to keep the hospital gown in place around his waist.
“We’ll have to wait until your guardian comes back,” she said, “So he can fill out the witness paperwork.”
When Germany came back just moments later, Seborga’s legs had started trembling as well. Goosebumps had risen up his arms and down the back of his neck. Germany looked between Seborga and the doctor, his expression puzzled.
“Do you mind filling out some paperwork?” Adessi asked, indicating to the papers left by the nurse earlier.
Realisation dawned on Germany’s face and he set the bottle of water down by the foot of the bed. He gave the papers a once over.
“Of course,” he said, taking the pen held out to him by Adessi and sitting in the unoccupied seat in the corner, squinting a little without his reading glasses.
While Germany read through the papers, Adessi took photographs of every bruise she could see; she made sure that she was as quick as possible and told him to go back to the bed when she was done.
“I’m going to take some swabs from your mouth first,” she explained, discarding her gloves and putting on new ones, “I’ll get this done as quickly as possible.”
She opened the box from before and took out four cotton swabs. Gently tipping his face up towards her, she swabbed between his bottom gum and the inside of his cheek. Germany watched them the whole time, watching for any sign that he should step in. Adessi repeated the swab three more times, once on the other side on his bottom jaw and once on both sides of his top jaw. She told him to keep his mouth open before slipping a small paper disk on top of his tongue for a saliva sample.
“Nearly done now,” she said, taking out some envelopes, a comb and some nail clippers, “Just a little longer.”
She raked the comb through Seborga’s hair before plucking some strands and putting them into one of the small envelopes. His fingernails were scraped and clipped, the findings put into separate envelopes. She removed the paper from his mouth and put it into a small plastic envelope.
“I’m going to need you to lie back,” Adessi said, taking out a fifth swab, “So I can take any samples and check for any internal injuries. If you feel threatened at any point, say the word and I’ll stop.”
Seborga looked to Germany, his expression pleading, “Stay?”
Germany moved the chair closer while Seborga shifted and lay back. Doctor Adessi carefully lifted his knees so they were loosely bent and pushed the hem of the hospital gown up a little, drawing the curtain so it blocked him mostly from view.
“Please try to relax,” she said, “I want this to be as painless for you as possible.”
The touch of her gloves on his inner thigh made Seborga tense up almost immediately. He turned his face to stare at the wall as she examined the bruises and bite marks. Germany muttered something to himself and allowed Seborga to grab at his hand.
Seborga yelped and his grip on Germany’s hand tightened until his entire arm trembled. Adessi pulled back with one hand still on his knee. Her expression was apologetic.
“Are you done?” Germany asked while Seborga sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. His eyes were glassy.
“Yes,” Adessi replied, transferring the swab to a glass slide and putting it in a plastic envelope, “He’s done.”
Germany picked up the water bottle and unscrewed the cap. Seborga jumped, startled, when Germany gently nudged his shoulder and held the bottle out to him. Adessi packed up and labelled her box of evidence before shaking Germany’s hand and leaving the room. Germany set out Seborga’s clothes out for him and pulled the curtain around him fully.
Time to take the micronation home.
OP!
(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)I liked the detail that it wasn't just men involved in the rape. I liked the bit about Seborga having had broken bones before, and Veneziano knowing even if he didn't say anything, and, well, all of it! Keep up the good (heartwrenching) work!
Re: The Backward Step 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 07:33 am (UTC)(link)DUDE.
YOU'RE TREATING IT REALISTICALLY-
GOING TO THE HOSPITAL-
DNA SAMPLES-
IT WASN'T JUST MEN-
I love you.
Re: The Backward Step 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-26 09:36 am (UTC)(link)