After everything thatâs happened to herâ¦
I donât know how to react, how to deal with this. I take shelter in barking a laugh, the edges sharp and bitter as aloe.
âWhat could possibly be funny?â says Michael.
âSheâs gone out, against every protest and effort to stop her. Sheâs achieved what she set out to do;
Beth is back with Richard. Sheâs certainly been beaten, perhaps raped. She gotten home, God alone knows howâ¦. Thatâs obviously what all her interest in the City plans was about, so she anticipated that tooâ¦.â Helpless with frustration, I run fingers through my hair. âSheâs pulled up out of the sewersâ¦.
And now she criesâ¦â
Jadeâ¦. How do I help you?
Iâm supposed to be your protectorâ¦.
Michael chews at his knuckles. âDid you ask for a female doctor?â
âMmm, yes.â Then, at the knock on the door, âAh, that should be her.â
But itâs not. Instead, Richard, one arm draped around Beth, stands there. Wearing bright smiles, theyâre carrying champagne and a brightly wrapped parcel, gay with ribbons and foil. But as they step inside, the smiles vanish. âJames? Michael? Is everything alright?â
âSheâs been beaten. Sheâs covered in bruises. And we think sheâs been raped.â
Beth blinks, her head drooping a little, then she sweeps by us. âHere, let me talk with herâ¦â
After a few seconds, there is the quiet murmur of voices.
Richard scuffs at the carpet. âElizabeth did mention something to me about this. I didnât want to say anything because she wasnât sure.â
Michaelâs eyes raise, violence in his gaze. âYou didnât want to say anything?â
âWould it have helped? When there was nothing to be done?â
Michael takes a step towards Richard, but I hold up a staying hand. âCalm down. We both knew what the possible consequences were if she was captured. So did she.â
Storm clouds behind his eyes, Michael subsides and the three of us settle into a taut silence.
Beth re-emerges and places a hand on Michaelâs arm, then mine. âShe hasnât been raped. But she is pretty much at the end of her resources. Sheâs been running for days. She was beaten while we were held, and she took some more damage while she was running, andâ¦â She fixes a laser stare on me...
âShe thinks youâre going to punish her. She really isnât in any state for that right now.â
Thatâs not for you to fucking interfere withâ¦.
Richard meets my eye, cocking a brow, but then looking at Beth askance.
His subâ¦.
The impasse is broken by Michael. âJames isnât going to punish herâ¦.â
Thatâs not for you to say eitherâ¦.
For a moment we face each other, squaring offâ¦.
ââ¦. are you?â he finishes.
Ah⦠Green-Eyesâ¦. Youâve paid your priceâ¦.
Inside me, the last bubble of anger bursts, and I remember only that I love my Jade and that sheâs done and achieved God-only-knows-what to return to us. âNo, sheâs been through enough. Perhaps it will have taught her a lesson.â
Michael snorts. âThat, I doubt. Let me handle it.⦠when sheâs ready.â
Beth taps a foot, arms folded. âRight now, Iâd say that what she needs, is the pair of you, and to sleep.â
âWeâll come back later,â says Richard, nodding her to the door, a touch of ice in his eye. âGive me a buzz, James, when you think sheâs ready to talk.â
And they go, leaving me and Michael to ponder our conundrum.
ââHugsâ then?â I say to him.
He nods, but thereâsâ¦. somethingâ¦.
What am I missing?
But I donât have chance to think about it. We go into the bedroom to find Charlotte, red-eyed, sitting on the bed and trying to finger-comb her damp hair into order. She looks up as we enter, and then away.
âAre you very angry with me?â
How do I express the mass of conflicting emotions washing through me? Despite everything that was said to her, by Michael, by myself and even by Richard, she did exactly what she pleased and didnât give a damn about our opinions or our feelings.
I settle for sitting beside her and kissing her cheek. âYes, we are, but that doesnât mean weâre not happy to have you back.â
I expect Michael to join us, to sit by her on the other side of the bed, but he doesnât. Instead, he simply stands, looming over her. She looks up at him, then away again. âIâm sorry.â
Lids half-lowered, he just stares down. âIâll leave you with James, then.â And he goes.
What the fuck?
Charlotte stares after him, blinking, then leans into my chest as I stroke her hair.
Thereâs a knock from outside.
The doctorâ¦.
Iâd forgotten all about her.
Michael has vanished, so I let her in. I have met Doctor Lisowski on a previous occasion when I had my company medical. Sheâs trim and attractive, and I found her to be both professional and competent.
Still, thereâs always something unsettling about meeting a woman whom you last encountered while she was asking you to cough.
âHow is she?â
âNot so bad as we first thought. But Iâd like you to check her over, at least enough to deal with any immediate problems. Later, when sheâs recovered, Iâd like you to give her a full medical.â
She nods, then vanishes into the bedroom with her bag of tricks.
She re-emerges only about ten minutes later. âItâs mainly superficial and Iâve given her something to help her sleepâ¦.â She raises a hand at my expression. âNothing too heavy. Just to relax her enough to drift into natural sleep. I think youâll find she sleeps long and hard. Sheâs exhausted.â
âAnything I can do?â
âJust stay close by. If you have any problems, hereâs my number. Message me. I only live five minutes away. Later, as you say, Iâll give her a full examination. There are a couple of things I would like to follow up on.â
I show her out then, after a quick check around the apartment to see if Michael has really goneâ¦.
Where the hell is he?
â¦. I settle myself in an armchair beside my sleeping beauty.
As the doctor said, sheâs already drifted off, her breathing slow and steady. I try not to consider what Michaelâs absence might imply. I expected him to be all over her. For him not to be hereâ¦.
Should I message him?
No, if he wanted to be here, nothing would keep him outâ¦.
So, trying to distract myself, I fetch my laptop to do some work.
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