“Let it out,” he says. “Hopefully, that’ll get the drugs out of your system.”
The next half hour is a blur of pokes, prods, and sleep. I drift in and out, jolting awake when I hear certain words.
Police.
Sexual Assault Forensic Exam?
Oh, right.
Arape kit.
Bloodwork.
Ugh.
Can’t they just let me rest?
But I know they can’t.
This is the only way I get justice for what happened to me.
And I’m many things, but a coward isn’t one of them.
So, I close my eyes, grit my teeth and endure all of it. The tests and the pitying looks and the pictures they take of my bruised body. And finally, they put me in a hospital gown and get me settled in a private room. Thank fuck this is the hospital I go to when I need care, so they have my information on file.
Even though I don’t have my ID.
My phone is long gone.
I don’t even have my purse or keys.
Dammit. The keys to my convertible are going to be expensive to replace. Assuming my car is still where I left it.
Oh, hell. It’s probably been towed after two days.
Fuck.
“You okay?” Grim’s voice startles me. I didn’t realize he was still here. They wouldn’t allow him in the room during the tests and pictures, but I guess he’s back now.
“My car,” I mutter. “It’s on Main Street in Oceanside. I had dinner on Monday…what day is it? Wednesday?”
“It’s almost midnight, but yes, it’s still Wednesday.”
“They’ve definitely towed it.” Of course, it seems like that should be the least of my problems at the moment.
“Is there anyone I can call for you? Family? Boyfriend? Husband?”
Ugh. I need to call my dad. He’s a pain in my ass sometimes, but he’ll raise a ruckus if the cops don’t take me seriously. And my dad is an imposing man.
“My father,” I say quietly. “Do you have a phone I can use?”
“Of course.” I watch as he types something in, most likely his passcode, and then hands me the phone open to the screen where I can dial.
I punch in my father’s number and wait. The question is whether or not he’ll answer a call from an unknown number.
“Who is this?” His voice is sharp, filled with annoyance.
“Dad, it’s me.” My voice shakes just a little.
