I was lying in the hospital bed, trying to fall asleep.  A couple of hours ago, I had a meltdown on some nurses when they came in and tried to check my bandages. They kicked my family and Cameron out of the room when I wouldn't settle down.  They gave me a sedative through my IV and strapped me down so I wasn't a danger to myself or others.  The nurses even taped mittens on my hands because I scratched one of them across the face when they tried to hold me down.

I couldn't close my eyes and the fuzzy edges around my vision sent swirling shadows across the ceiling.  I was trapped alone in my room with myself, in the dark, and in the quiet. The stillness was unnerving and terrifying.

That was until the room wasn't quiet any longer.  I heard my door creak open slowly.  The bitch nurse who injected me with the sedative was probably coming back to admire her handiwork. She was the same one I scratched and she took pleasure in making me a vegetable as her revenge.

The blurry nurse walked around the edge of the dark room. She was wearing dark scrubs and one of those operating hats and masks.  None of that was going to protect her from me.  I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

I was ready to fuck this bitch up.

"Did you come back so I can kick your ass?" I slurred over to her.  Drool was sliding out of the corner of my mouth.  I fought against the restraints they were using to hold me down. I could feel the scratchy mittens moving over my hands as I struggled to break free.

The nurse's devilish cackle cut through the silence as she fiddled with my IV lines.  She took out something in a syringe and inserted it directly into the clear bag. That wasn't how it was done. This wasn't right.

"What are you doing?" I said as I started to feel a burning sensation flow down my arm. I began to feel different almost immediately.

The nurse covered my mouth with a hard, cold hand and squeezed my face. She whispered into my ear with a soft hiss.

"I am going to fucking ruin you. Like you ruined me, little girl."

I closed my eyes and a tear fell down my face.

The pain was gone and my body was starting to numb. I was going to die.  Someone was trying to kill me and they were going to win this time.  My eyes rolled back into my as I fell down into the blackness again.

I came to again when I heard my dad shouting at someone in my room.

"How the fuck did she overdose on morphine?"  I opened my groggy eyes and saw my dad screaming in Dr. Schroeder's face. 

Where was I? Why did I feel like this? What happened to me? I couldn't feel anything, yet everything hurt.  I wanted to cry out but I couldn't even open my mouth. 

"Ezra, calm down.  We are currently reviewing what happened.  The nurse on duty said she was mumbling incoherently when she came in on her rounds to check on her. She didn't see anyone come in or out of the room."  Dr. Schroeder was trying to explain calmly. 

"I am trusting you with my daughter's life and this is what you do to her? Her boyfriend is on his way up here to take the police report. You better pray I can hold him back when he gets here."  My dad threatened. 

"We will get to the bottom of this, Ezra.  I have the security team pulling the footage to see if they can find something. In the meantime, we have to wait it out to see if Jessa can tell us anything." Dr. Schroeder patted his arm.  He pushed his arm away and stood towering over him.

"She is not staying here. I am taking my daughter home where she is safe." 

"I wouldn't advise it in her condition. Ezra, you know how dangerous it would be for her to go like this. She needs medical attention.  She is heavily drugged right now and off of every medication that had her regulated before. This is something you can't do on your own."

"I don't give a fuck what you think," Dad screamed.

Cameron's  blurry body walked in the room just in time to get between my Dad and Dr. Schroeder before punches were thrown.

Both men exchanged a few more heated words about my current state. Cameron held my dad back for a second time before Dr. Schroeder walked out.

"Fucking overpriced incompetent fat bastard! That's it, walk away and go eat your fucking cheeseburgers while my daughter is in here suffering because of you." My dad screamed at him as he walked down the hallway.

"Take a breath," Cameron said, pulling Dad back into the room.

"Did you find anything?" My dad asked Cameron as he tried to calm down. 

"They are still reviewing the security footage. It's not looking too promising right now. I did check in on the name Celian Meyers that Jessa mentioned." Cameron said.

My head slowly turned in his direction. I think I turned it anyway. Maybe it was already turned. Either way, I wanted both men to come over to surround me so I couldn't get hurt again.

"What did you find?"

"Apparently, he put an ad out on the internet for a role-playing encounter with a young female," Cameron told my Dad.

"What does that have to do with Jessa?" Dad asked.

"He swears she answered it. She wasn't lying when she told us he ripped her shirt off and touched her. He said she agreed to the terms. She was going to pretend like she didn't want it and he was going to pretend to take it from her. That guy is one sick bastard."  Cam explained.

"How do you know all this?"

"He finally admitted it to me after I took him down to the police station and threatened to charge him with sexual assault.  He showed me the ad and the messages they sent back and forth." 

"So she really did contact him.  She is really that gone this time."

"I don't think she did.  I read the messages. They didn't sound like anything Jessa would say." Cameron was starting to blush a little.

"What do you mean? How do you know it wasn't her?" My dad was confused.

"Let's just say, your daughter has quite a specific intimate vocabulary and the messages couldn't have been from her."  Cameron was fire engine red.

"I didn't need to know that."

"Then just stop asking questions and trust me on this one. I know Jessa and this wasn't her, even if she was manic at the time this all happened. Jessa didn't do this."

I wanted to call to them, but I couldn't get words out.  All I could do was make little noises to try to get their attention.

Cam looked over at me with worried eyes. He patted my Dad's arm and left his side to come over to me.  I just looked up at him, pleading with him to help me.  I was still in here buried. I wanted him to find me and make it all go away.

"Mr. Miller, I will stay with her right now.  I think you need to go talk to her doctor again. I don't think anything that is going on is a coincidence and I don't think this is his fault either.  He's been a good doctor to her and I think we need him on our side to get her better." 

"Fuck, do you think he heard the cheeseburger comment?"  My dad asked.

"I think the whole hospital heard the cheeseburger comment." Cameron winked at me and smiled as he pushed my hair back off my head.

"Well, the man needs to start worrying about his cholesterol. I was just trying to remind him." My dad pulled the corner of his mouth up too before leaving the room.

Cam sat on the edge of the bed and let out a huge breath. He laid down on the bed next to me and turned my body to face him since I couldn't do it myself. He pressed his forehead to mine and ran his hand over the back of my neck.

"Hey darling, I'm so sorry. I should have been here to stop this from happening to you." He wiped a stray tear from my cheek.  Cameron was blaming himself again.  I hated that he felt like this was his fault. My poor boy was suffering too.  

He placed his chin over my head and held me close.  I wished I had the strength to hold him back. My limbs wouldn't move for me.  I was frozen in this state.

"No one will ever hurt you again, Jess.  I swear I am going to get to the bottom of this. Whoever is doing this will pay."  Cameron said darkly.