Dr. Desmond arrived about five. By this time, he had gotten her up to a guest room with a king size feather bed with lots of warm covers to bury her in. It had been difficult not to look at what he had revealed as he had taken off her clothes and cursed himself for becoming aroused at her.
"Mostly she's dehydrated. I started an I-V for her to get her nutrients back. It might be a couple of days, but I'll be sending a nurse over in the morning to change the I-V. If she awakes and demands to take it out, let her, but make sure you keep her on the diet I've specified until she feels better." He handed him a paper. "It's a simple diet of soups and liquids. Nothing heavy or diary products. I've given her stitches to her nose and over her eye. Someone beat her pretty bad repeatedly. It wasn't just one time, but several times. Luckily there are no bones broken but she will need a lot of rest."
"That's understandable," he agreed.
"I'll make out a report for you. Whoever did this to her should be charged with something. There's even bit marks on her back and ..." he paused looking very disturbed. "She was violated in the back. It looks like this took place over a week ago, but I can't be sure."
He cursed under his breath and hit the wall. "Fuck!"
"When she awakes, don't question her immediately. Just take it slow. If she wants to talk then let her, but don't push her. I took some Polaroid's also and I'll keep these with the file. If she wants to press charges, I will be available."
Ethan thanked him and pressed a check in his hand. "Thank you, Dr. Desmond."
Once the doctor had gone, Ethan returned to her room, and sat in the chair next to her watching her sleep. He sat vigil there all night until the crew arrived to work on the home. He sent them home with pay. The nurse came to change her I-V and give her another sponge bath. Ethan saw her look of distrust and he excused himself to get something to drink.
A shot of whiskey calmed his raging nerves. James was in the office and he told James to come to the site as soon as he could, but not to tell that bitch where he was going. He knew Lynne still contacted him, but he would wring his brother's neck if Lynne showed her face in front of him. How could that woman allow this to happen? She had been in the home at the time of Nicole's disappearance and she didn't know what happened to her daughter.