Page 50 of Make Her Bleed
"How old are you, Aria?" Dr. Calvin asks as he pulls out his pen light and shines it in her eyes, slightly squinting.
"Seventeen."
"Can you tell me what happened?" He directs the question to Aria, not giving me another chance to give him answers. He knows I won't just stand by.
I watch Aria as she closes her eyes, groaning in pain.
"I-I fell … down the … stairs," she stutters.
Surprise slams into me. I expect her to tell him that I shoved a pipe up her ass andthrewher down the stairs but she's not placing blame.
She's lying, not knowing whether or not I'm still here, and I wonder if it’s because she's protecting me, she knows the truth won't do her any favors, or because my torture is having the psychological effects I desire.
"You fell down the stairs?" he asks while he trails his hands up her arms, squeezing gently to see if she reacts. The animal inside me wants to rip his hands off for touching her but she's in trouble. I have to deal with this torment for her sake.
"Where is the pain?"
"My … shoulders … head … stomach … and my … butt." She breathes heavily, like every breath is causing her an infinite amount of pain.
I watch as his hands move over her shoulders, checking under her shirt at the bruising.
"Tell me how many fingers I'm—" he starts with three fingers two feet from her face but I stop him.
"She can't see," I interject, announcing my presence to her.
"Ms. James, were you born without your sight?" he asks, which further pisses me off.
"I … lost my sight … when I fell," she mumbles.
Dr. Calvin blinks rapidly before flashing his pen light in her eyes again.
"I don't see any retinal damage but we'll be able to confirm the damage after a CAT scan."
"That's not the most important thing right now," I growl at him. "She's been bleeding for about eighteen hours."
"Bleeding? From where?" he asks then glances at the blood seeping through the shirt around her hips. "Oh, god. Kai, what the hell?"
Dr. Calvin knows full well that girls like Aria aren't safe around me and sometimes they get hurt. He knows exactly what I did to her even if I've never done that to someone before.
Dr. Calvin pushes Aria's hip to turn her over, and she lets out a cry of agony. I don't know how it happens because I don't make the decision to reach out, but I grab her hand and start stroking her hair.
She presses her face into my hand and her body relaxes as Dr. Calvin examines her.
Am I actually bringing her comfort? I'm her tormenter, and yet she accepts the kind gesture I don't want to give.
"Nurse, prep the O.R. stat, and make sure we have plenty of blood. She's lost a lot of it. What's her type?"
Aria opens her mouth to answer but I already know it.
"A positive." I beat Aria to it.
The nurse looks positively green in the face as she races out of the room, almost in tears.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," Dr. Calvin says before leaving more calmly than his nurse did.
Everything is silent for a minute as Aria rolls onto her back, groaning the whole way.
Then, she speaks.
