Page 21 of Steal

“My name is Dr. Carmichael,” he says softly. “Can I get your name, or do you want to do this without the formalities?”

My tears fall again, and I look at the older Dr with kind blue eyes and whisper, “It’ll be kind of hard to do it that way because I’m pretty sure you’re going to be my professor next year.”

His eyes soften, and he asks, “You’ll be attending New York Medical School?”

I sniffle. “I’m already a year in. My name is Cassidy Halliwell, and I don’t want the police involved….”

He nods slowly before asking, “Can you explain exactly what happened?”

I choke out a sob, and the nurse quickly rushes over to me and grabs my hand. I squeeze hers and admit, “I was-was attacked f-from behind and-and h-he shoved me into a counter…then h-his f-fingers were inside me….”

Dr. Carmichael nods and writes down what I said. “Any other penetration?”

I shake my head. “I-I managed to get-get away….”

“And any pain, blood?” he asks carefully, and I nod once to both, my tears falling hard.

“Okay, Cassidy…. I’m going to need to do a transvaginal ultrasound. If I could get a female doctor in here to do it, I would, but unfortunately, there isn’t one available, and we need to see what damage has been done to ensure, if any, that it is not permanent,” he admits, and I nod once. He continues, “I’ll also be checking for pregnancy as a precaution, okay?”

I nod again, and he sighs. “Alright, Nurse Hannah here will stay with you the whole time. If you can undress your bottom half and then cover yourself with the sheet.” He stands. “Now, I have to ask, are you sure you don’t want the police involved?”

I shake my head and lie, “I-I didn’t s-see him, a-and t-there were no-no cameras….”

He nods, concern rolling off him, but leaves before the nurse helps me stand on my shaky legs. My fingers tremble as I try to undo my jeans, and she quickly helps. I slowly remove my jeans and panties, but I let out a sob, seeing the blood in my underwear.

The nurse takes the panties, then squeezes my hand, before helping me sit back on the exam table, gently placing my feet on the stirrups, and then covers me as I lean back.

She calls for the doctor back in and quickly explains about the blood. He nods as he grabs the monitor and ultrasound wand.

My pulse quickens, and the nurse quickly grabs my hand. The doctor explains, “Alright, Cassidy. This is going to be a little cold, and you’ll begin to feel pressure. Try and breathe through it for me.”

I do as instructed.

“Alright, you do have some extensive tearing which will take a few weeks to heal, and you will be uncomfortable until then. I’ll prescribe antibiotics for you.” I feel him move deeper, and my body trembles, causing the nurse to stroke my hand gently.

“Be strong, my Cassy.”

Breathing becomes difficult, hearing my dad’s voice, but I take deep breaths, and the doctor praises me, “That’s it, Cassidy, you’re doing good. Your womb is….” His words trail off, and I look at him with panic until he presses a few buttons on the machine, and suddenly awhoosh, whooshsound fills the room. I think I forget how to breathe.

“Cassidy, it seems you are nearly nine weeks pregnant. Were you aware?” the doctor asks, and I blink.

Pregnant….

I’m pregnant, with Steal’s baby, the same Steal who just dragged me by my hair and put a gun to my head after I killed his brother.

My head swims as dizziness takes over.

This isn’t happening; it can’t be happening….

“Cassidy?” the nurse says with concern, but her voice seems distant, and so does the doctor, who snaps, “Fuck, she’s about to pass out.”

As unconsciousness overtakes me, my final thoughts…I’m a killer and I’m pregnant….

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Steal

I grunt as I slam my fist into the bag with quick jabs, left then right, sweat dripping from my head and down my back, but I ignore it and continue to beat the shit out of the bag.

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