" Mark my words girl, if you so much as utter a word to the doctor, I'll do much more that cut you up when you get back"

The chilling reminder as her father whispered into her ear as she was carried away in the ambulance, the words reverberated into her mind. The ambulance was all a facade, the police had been around minutes before with reports of arguing and the sounds of a fight. Her father had explained that they had found MS in the bathtub with cuts to both of her wrists obviously trying to kill herself and the scuffling around had been them trying to get her warm and awake.

In reality she had been dragged through the house no matter how much of a fight she tried to put up. Over the years though MS had learnt to not fight at all, fighting caused more conflict. She was forced into the shower and freezing cold water was sprayed over her body, then came the worst part, her father grabbed a knife that he had on him all of the time. Grabbing MS's arm he slashed across her wrist, MS winced but barely made a sound. Yet again sound was punished so she was conditioned to not make a sound anywhere when her father was concerned.

The paramedics in the ambulance were talking to her, MS remained silent throughout the journey her eyes fixed at her feet, counting over and over in her head. She was terrified absolutely petrified, she had no idea what was going to happen when she got to the hospital but she was more afraid of what would happen when she got back. 

The hospital itself was horrific the bright lights and all the people running around as if they were on fire. Her wounds were stitched and bandaged, again MS was zoned out from everything so much so she hardly noticed when she was walked to a room and told to wait inside. 

Her heartbeat increased rapidly as she looked around the room, it was very simple a bed in the corner of the room and a table and chair pushed against one of the walls.

She tried the door handle it was locked, again her panic increased, looking through the keyhole she tried to see something, anything. Nothing was there not even the sound of footsteps. Why was she here? Was this another one of her fathers sick games? One of his fantasies? 

She moved to the corner of the room closest to the door, so if it was too open again she would be able to run, although running was bad too. Everything was bad. 

LillisMolly had never regretted her decision to become a Doctor. Not once in her life did she question her chosen career, especially since she got to help people.

She was a trauma surgeon, meaning she was quick on her feet and ready to act within an instant and today was no exception. The morning had been quiet, just a few head injuries that only required a few stitches.

It wasn't until mid afternoon, whilst LillisMolly was taking a break, when she was informed that someone's life was possibly in danger.

She darted from the staff room, down into the pit. Another female Doctor stood at the doors.
' Oh Dr LillisMolly... Don't worry Dr Rix got here first.. However, there is a girl in room two who might need a fresh dressing if you wouldn't mind'

Nora winked ' Got it'

In all honesty, she was a little disappointed but changing a dressing was a quick job. Meaning she could continue her lunch quicker.

As she arrived at room two, she noticed the blinds had been drawn. Were they trying to keep the patient out of the light?

After knocking three times she entered the room. There a young girl stood, she looked tired. Clearly whatever had happened had took it's hold on her.
' Hello my name is Dr LillisMolly. I am here to take a look at your wounds. Would that be okay?'

MS jumped at the sound of the knocking, she looked at the doctor who entered, she was young looking probably in her late twenties maybe. MS was surprised that the door was unlocked, perhaps it was just her assumption that door were always locked. Well they were always locked in her house.

Her breathing quickened as the doctor looked at her and then spoke, MS kept her eyes on the floor as the doctor spoke. She could never give eye contact she wasn't allowed to, the slightest look the slightest movement could set her father off into fits of rage.

'Hello my name is Dr LillisMolly. I am here to take a look at your wounds. Would that be okay?'

MS rubbed her eyes and shook her head quickly, she didn't want this doctor examining her, she didn't liked to be touched and doctors asked a lot of questions, questions that she wasn't allowed to answer. Folding her arms tightly MS shifted her weight from side to side on each foot nervously. MS's eyes flickered to the door quickly she could run for it now, but she would be caught. MS couldn't run that fast even with next to nothing in her stomach.

She had no choice she would have to have her wounds treated, no matter how much she didn't want it, but she hated being sick. MS whimpered to herself and stepped forward holding her arms out, her eyes on the floor.

MS tried his best to not be pulled against the doctor as Dr BlackPanther leads her over to a chair, sitting down she looked around the room quickly from where she was sitting in case she had to move quickly. Dr LillisMolly was noticing all this standing in a corner.

' Let's just take a seat over there? Just relax... MS is it?' Dr BlackPanther asked.

MS nodded quickly and watched as she walked over to a small cupboard, her heartbeat quickened and her breathing matched her thumping heart. She had no idea what could be in that cupboard even though it was labeled " Dressings " it could have been anything a simple ruse to hide instruments for pain and suffering. She released a held breath when she pulled out some dressings and antiseptic.

'Okay MS, this might sting just a little. Though I am sure you are a brave girl'

MS's hands trembled as he unraveled the bandages revealing her stitched cuts as well as older injuries now healed into twisted scars, keeping her eyes on her feet again she counted in her head. Her arms in terms of injuries were not that bad, it was her back however that was another story.

MS scrunched her eyes tightly as the antiseptic cleared her wounds, stinging as it make contact with her skin. The doctor spoke about the injuries he received at her age.

' You know, when I was your age I got all sorts of cuts and bruises. Used to climb trees and run around, never concentrating on where I was going....' Dr BlackPanther said.

If she only knew..MS could just tell him right now, tell him everything that was happening to her and she would be safe. But she would never be safe even if she did tell him and she got taken away she would still be found. 

A knock on the door caused MS to jump out of her skin, her parents were here and they were asking the doctor to hurry up so they could take her home. Her heart leapt into her throat, she didn't want to stay here but she didn't want to go home either.

It seems that the doctor had other plans. 
'Oh... uhm Sorry.... It's going to be at least another hour. In fact she might need to stay overnight. I wan't to get her a consult with our psychologist... oh and can you pull her files for me...'

MS gulped loudly a Psychologist, why would she need to see a psychologist? Did she give away that much already? Or was it the cuts or the fact that she hadn't spoken since Dr BlackPanther had entered the room. She was told not to talk and she didn't but she would have to if she had a chance of not seeing a psychologist and spending the night, her parents wouldn't like that at all.

Opening her mouth she stuttered her voice shaky and quiet " O...Overnight?"

MS looked to the doctor as he explained about overnight stays in the hospital. ' Overnight can be a lot of fun. Don't look so surprised. Plus I will be the Doctor on your case, so I will be here all night if you need me Even though he explained it to her MS was still wary, what would they do? Would they force medication down her throat? Force her to strip down and wear one of those gown's?

Shivering slightly she looked to the door as her parent's voices were heard, her father mainly. ' Give me a minute, will you?'  MS nodded and watched as he left going to talk to his parents. MS stood up listening by the door to scared to go out of the door in case her father saw her. She only caught parts of the argument and the doctor mentioned social services and this seemed to calm her down. But in truth it would only make her worse and MS would surely get it when she got home.

She rubbed the bandages on her arms and walked around the room, folding her arms tightly she sat down in the armchair crossing her legs underneath her. She honestly had no idea what she was going to do, her father would be angry with her no matter what the outcome even if she went out there herself and left with them she would still get a beating. Perhaps staying overnight would give MS a chance to get some rest, she hadn't had a good night sleep in a while she made do with about 2 hours a night and still managed to keep up appearances at school and still get horrid treatment at home.

Rubbing her arms MS kept her arms on the door in case she had to run.

MS stepped away from the door as the doctor entered and explained to her what was going on.

'Good news, you are all set for an overnight stay but first I want to get our psychologist to have a talk with you.'

Again MS gulped nervously, she was terrified at the prospect of talking to a psychologist as well as staying overnight, she wasn't going to sleep in this place she had no idea what they could do to her here. Her hands trembled again, MS folded her arms tightly griping onto her arms tightly.

'Now why don't you follow me and I will take you to your room'

MS nodded and edged towards the door, peering out of the door slowly just in case her father was waiting to see her or even grab her. She looked down the corridor a few times before she stepped out of the room. The top half of her body trembling with fear, her breathing shaky and laboured her eyes darting at every noise and movement. She stepped slowly closer to the doctor, he had higher power and was sure to protect MS if her father came running down the halls, even though MS herself would make a quick dash for it if needed. She looked at the hospital directory A+E was to the right of her and to the left of her where they were headed was a sign labelled "Psychiatric ward"

Her heartbeat was in her ears, the sounds of her footsteps faded away and even the crackling sounds of the hospital announcement system became just white noise. She wasn't used to this kind of environment bright lights and loud noises, she was used to pitch black darkness and silence. She tried calming down counting up and down in her head.

MS looked back at the door as Dr LillisMolly left to go and sort out MS’s room for the night. Looking over to the Dr BlackPanther as he beckoned MS to come and sit down. Rubbing her arms MS looked around the room quickly searching for a way out if she needed on. The office itself was small but looked very modern with a few books pressed against the wall on a wooden bookcase a few pictures lined the walls along with the doctors qualifications, she never understood why doctors felt the need to show off their diplomas and achievements perhaps it was the human mind that wanted conformation of a doctors capability to help and heal them.

She stood for a minute still surveying the area before she finally sat down in the chair the doctor had pointed too, she kept her eyes on the floor, her hands fiddling with each other.

MS's eyes stayed on the floor even after the doctor had asked her to tell him about herself and what she enjoyed doing. Of course MS couldn't really do much, she was not allowed to do anything without permission from her father which was harder than getting blood from a stone. She enjoyed art at school, she was quiet good at it so the teachers said anyway. Drawing seemed to take her away from her misery at home, she could draw whatever she wanted and she wouldn't be punished for it.

"I...like drawing...reading too it calms me down. I don't really do anything else. My parents don't like me doing certain activities in case I get hurt or in case something happens." Her voice was quiet and she talked into her chest frightened in case she said the wrong thing that would land her in trouble.

MS was sort of half right that her parents didn't want her doing certain activities such as sports or anything that would require her to change clothes. MS's parents had made up a phony letter from the hospital to exempt MS from any outdoor activities due to a heart condition. Her father was very clever and very disturbed, he seemed to save all of his anger and deranged actions for MS.

Keeping her eyes on the floor she folded his arms tightly again, hoping to protect herself from whatever was to come.

I like art myself. As a child I wanted to be a painter... Tell me MS what kind of things you like to draw.. '

Doctor skimmed through the remainder of MS' file. The kid had been in the hospital more than she hadn't. It was a shame really, though he couldn't contact social services without more proof. Though since MS was adopted, it gave him a better case.

MS shrugged slightly at the question "Anything really...I like drawing things that don't exist, like hippogriff's, dragons anything Mythical. I've been told that I'm good at drawing portraits, but I find them pointless. If you've seen someone's face you don't need a picture to remind you...sometimes you need to forget someone’s face rather than remember them"

MS looked at the pictures on the walls, they looked amateur, perhaps patients had done them as part of therapy. She turned her head at the door at the sound of a crashing noise, the metallic chiming showed it could have been surgical instruments, bedpans or something else. Shivering slightly MS turned back to the doctor.

MS kept her eyes down as the doctor asked her if there was anything she wasn't happy with and that she could say what she wanted in the room.

She rubbed her hands as they trembled nervously, she opened her mouth slowly and simply squeaked. Running her hands through her hair she folded her arms again. "There's certain things that I’m not happy about" She began tucking her legs underneath her. She blinked quickly trying to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks but eventually MS broke down into a hysterical sob, her entire body shaking as she spoke her voice breaking and cracking "My dad....he…he gets so angry with me...I don't do anything. But he seems to think that...that everything is my fault" Running her hands through her hair she gripped it tightly. "I can’t do anything...without his permission...even then it's with him watching me..." MS rocked back and forth slowly carrying on even though everything was painful for her to describe "He shoves me in the pantry in the kitchen, with the pipes and steam. pushes pills down my throat to make me sleep if he wants me too. He beats me with things and uses them to do things that I don't want to do"

MS closed her eyes tightly her body curling into a ball sobbing heavily and trembling like a small dog.