Emily Monroe's 15 Minutes of Fame

Chapter 1

“Alright, sweetie, see you later,” Wendy Monroe called out to her daughter, Emily, who had just hopped out of the car in front of Abbott Girls’ Intermediate School.

“Bye, Mommy!” the 9 year old cheerfully called back, before meeting up with her best friend, Eve Thompson. The 3rd graders walked into the main school building together.

The brown-eyed girl was wearing a purple dress over her pink t-shirt, with black and white tennis shoes. Her short brown hair was tied into pigtails. She had a smile that could light up a room.

It was the first day of the term, and they were to receive their class assignments in the assembly hall. Principal Amanda O’Reilly gave short remarks on “informed consent” that Emily had heard on TV before, before all the students were divided into their class groups. Emily and Eve were giddy that they were in all the same classes.

Just before 9 AM, assembly was over and the girls scattered to their classes. Emily and Eve had Mr. John Macy’s reading class first on their schedules, but Eve had to go to the bathroom. “Save me a seat next to you!” Eve said as she dashed away.

It took a few minutes for everyone to find seats with their friends.

Emily picked two seats in the third row of the classroom. She put her bag on Eve’s spot and sat down on her seat. When the girls had their desks picked they unpacked their books and stationary as they chatted freely and loudly. Mr. Macy was writing his final notes for the class as he waited for everyone to sit down.

As the gaggle of girls started calming down, Emily began to wonder what was keeping Eve. Both of them were teacher’s pets and being late for class was not an option.

About 20 seconds later Mr. Macy put his pen down and looked up.

“Alright, class, settle down.”

Mr. Macy had barely finished speaking when there were two loud bangs in the hallway right outside the room. Two black boys, clearly older than the girls, opened the door and rushed inside.

Mr. Macy sprang up. The stout middle-aged man, standing upright, was still half a foot shorter than both of the boys. One boy had a football jacket on, the other a black sleeveless shirt. Both wore jeans.

In an instant, the boy in the football jacket raised his gun, which Emily recognized as one of those long ones the soldiers carry in movies, put it to his shoulder, and shot Mr. Macy in the head. A long spray of blood coated the whiteboard in the front of the classroom as the teacher fell to the ground.

Emily and several other girls jumped in their seats. Most of the nineteen 8 and 9 year olds screamed in terror.

After Mr. Macy fell, the boy turned, rifle still raised, and turned his attention to the classroom. More shots rang out, and two girls sitting in the front row were hit in their heads. Emily, in the third row, felt blood spray across her face. One of the girls slumped forward and the other fell off her chair to the side.

Another shot rang out, but Emily experienced this one differently. She knew her eyes were open, but she only saw black, with an intense ringing in her ears. This split second of her life felt like an eternity as all the other noise in the room was drowned out.

A moment later, Emily felt a piercing pain on the right side of her head. She felt blood and tissue spilling onto her shoulder and upper arm. The pain rang through her entire body as she went limp, falling off her chair and onto the floor. She emptied her bladder.

In the seconds that followed, Emily faintly heard more shots ringing out in the room, her ears still ringing loudly. She tried to open her eyes, but could only slightly open the left one. The pain on the side of her face was numbing but her attempt to get a response from her right eye elicited nothing. As it dawned on her that her right eye was gone, Emily lost consciousness.

She did not know what happened until she came to again minutes later.

Four more girls around her were hit in their chests and shoulders. Two would die within minutes.

The boy with the assault rifle, Tyrone Jackson, unloaded the last two rounds at girls in the back row, hitting one in the abdomen and the other in the arm. His friend, Jayden Williams, raised his pistol and shot at the same girls, hitting the first in her neck and the other in her chest. Both die within seconds.

Jayden redirected his firing at the girls scattering close-by, walking up right up to them in turn, shooting twice at their heads. He hits four of them square in the head and two in the upper neck. None of the six live for longer than a few seconds.

Their magazines empty, both Tyrone and Jayden reload. Two girls hiding under their tables seize the opportunity and dash for the door. Jayden cocked his pistol and shot at both, hitting them in the abdomen and stomach respectively. The two girls’ momentum drags them forward as they fall face first onto the hard floor. They groan for several minutes before going silent.

The rest of the class have all gathered in the back corner of the classroom, huddling together.

The entire encounter, since the boys entered the room, was no more than 20 seconds.

The two boys glance over at each other, exchanging knowing smiles. They turn their attention to the back of the room, eyeing the remaining six girls who clung onto each other from head to toe. All of them were crying hysterically, faces red with snot and tears running freely.

Tyrone and Jayden’s ears rang from the shooting and screaming.

Jayden looked at the girls and scratched his chin inquisitively, as if he was deciding what to buy at a fast food joint. Tyrone held onto his assault rifle with both hands, but inspected the selection just like his friend.

“You, you, you, MOVE!” Tyrone points at three girls and motions for them to unhuddle from the group and spread out. “NOW!” he shouts.

The three girls scream in terror as they slowly shuffle away from the group.

Once Tyrone felt comfortable that there was enough of a spread, he honed in on one of the three. The freckled girl had fine, light carrot red hair in two pig-tails. Her crying exposed her braces. She had on a yellow sun dress decorated with little flowers. The dress ended right below her knees.

Tyrone walked up close to the girl to ensure he didn’t miss, raised his rifle back into his shoulder, took aim, and fired a single shot into both of her upper legs. She fell to the ground with a loud yelp. The other two girls raise their arms in fear and crouch down beside her wounded friend.

Jayden, in the meantime, identified his prey. The dirty blonde’s long hair was kept back with a plastic pink headband. She was dressed in a pink top with a jean skirt that went up to her knees.

The boy ducked into the remaining group, grabbed the girl by her readily available hair, and yanked her away. As she struggled, he brought his handgun up and shot her in her upper left leg. As she screamed out in pain she twisted her body. He missed the second shot, instead hitting her in her left foot. Close enough, he thought.

Tyrone and Jayden threw their choices down in the middle of the room, unable to run away, and turned back to the remaining group of four, which was again huddled together. They nod at each other, let out a satisfied laugh, and empty the rest of their loaded ammunition into the group, landing several fatal shots on each girl. As the muzzle smoke dissipates, the four bloodied corpses lay in a pile.

As the two boys heard shots and screams ringing out elsewhere in the school, they turned to face the two crying girls lying in the center of the room. Tyrone placed his rifle down on one of the school desks and unbuckled his belt, quickly out of his pants. Jayden undid his pants, pistol in hand.

Soon, the two exposed their large erect dicks to the cool air.

Tyrone’s target, the redhead, now sitting upright, was entirely preoccupied with her injuries, grasping at the large bullet wounds in her legs.

She barely took notice of the big black boy grabbing the back of her yellow dress and roughly ripping it, letting it fall in tatters over her legs. He slapped her hard against the face, causing her to fall over. He bent over, pressed his knee against her back, and finished pulling the dress off of the girl. She didn’t have a bra on. He had to remind himself that he was dealing with a 3rd grader, before chuckling. Her cute white panties were on display, but were made short work of as he effortlessly pulled them down to her knees.

With the girl on her stomach, Tyrone shifted his body so his cock lined up with the girl’s exposed anus, almost like a soldier ready to do push ups. He grabbed the back of the girl’s neck, holding her face to the ground. Without another thought, he slammed his dick into her tight ass. The girl let out a blood curdling scream as the thick shaft broke through her anus and tore through her colon. Her tiny body was shaking violently as her ass was being ripped apart.

Tyrone began thrusting in and out of the girl as fast as he could, the pain from the tightness making it feel like he was getting a hand job. With each thrust, the girl cried louder, the pain growing greater. His hands found their way to her pig tails, and he grabbed them like handlebars. He thrust faster, the girl screaming louder. The blood was making him slip out a bit, but the pain of re-entry only served to increase his pleasure.

After several moments of fucking, the girl was no longer crying. She had lost unconsciousness.

Tyrone could feel his orgasm building. He slowed his thrusting and retrieved a dagger from his belt. He was going to cum either way, but he wanted the experience to be memorable. He stabbed the knife into the back of the girl, and she woke up. With a shriek, the girl started struggling again. He held her down, pulled the knife out, and stabbed her another 10 times. Blood splattered out and began to run over her back, down to pool beneath her.

As he stabbed her, the pain and shock began to overwhelm her, and she lost consciousness, never to wake again.

Tyrone lost count, but he must have stabbed her 30 times in total before the orgasm finally washed over him, causing him to shudder and convulse. He let out a low moan as the warm semen exploded out of him and into the girl's rectum, mixing with the blood.

Jayden’s blonde, meanwhile, like her friend, had been screaming bloody murder. But unlike the redhead, who had two fleshwounds, the blonde’s left foot was almost entirely blown in half. She grabbed at the destruction wrought on her foot, her mind unable to make sense of what she was seeing and feeling.

Jayden wanted nothing more than for her piercing screaming to end. He grabbed the girl by the hair again and held her head steady, before using the grip of his handgun to hit her hard in the face five times in quick succession. Blood shot out of her mouth and nose, followed by several teeth. The girl gagged as some of the teeth fell down her throat.

Setting the pistol down, Jayden violently grabbed at her chin and pulled several remaining teeth loose.

Before the girl got her bearings, Jayden had repositioned so that his cock slapped her against the face and finally nestled in her mouth. She struggled and pushed at him but a moment later Jayden’s dick head was pressing firmly against the back of her throat.

As soon as she felt her mouth fill up with cock, the blonde tried to push it out, but the teen held her head firm and was unrelenting. He shoved it in further until he could feel her gagging, then pushed further, and further, and further. It was clear the girl had never done anything like this before.

She tried to fight back, but it was no use.

After a few seconds, the gagging and choking became too much, and she stopped fighting, hoping that he would withdraw his dick. Instead, Jayden held her there and slowly pulled out. As her throat was free of obstruction, she coughed and spat, and sucked in as much air as she could.

Before the girl had a chance to recover, Jayden's cock was forced back into her mouth, and he thrust harder and faster than before. With no energy left, the girl could only gag and choke on the large cock, her saliva making a mess on the floor.

After several moments, the girl was on the verge of losing consciousness. This time, Jayden pulls out just enough that her lips were still wrapped around his tip. She gasped and coughed, breathing rapidly through her nose, as she sucked in as much air as possible.

Then Jayden pushed back into her mouth. She gagged, coughed, and choked on his dick as it filled her up again. Then, again, and again, and again. He pulled her hair hard, forcing her to keep her head back.

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and her mind was starting to drift. Jayden, wanting to finish the girl off, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and thrusted his cock all the way down her throat. He could feel her gagging, convulsing, trying to get it out. He held her head firmly as the muscles in her throat and neck were pushed to the breaking point.

After a few moments, the girl's mind and body could take no more, and she passed out.

As Jayden continued fucking her throat, the girl's head slumped back. She was completely limp, no longer resisting. He looked down at the blonde's ruined face. Her nose was bleeding profusely and her mouth was stretched wide, stuffed full of his throbbing cock. He loved the way his cock bulged her small neck, and he felt himself getting close to cumming.

As the girl died, however, Jayden felt her throat muscles relax at exactly the wrong moment, and he was too slow to try to stroke his cock through her throat. As his cum shot into the dead girl's stomach, he could feel only disappointment. The bitch had ruined his orgasm.

“Fuckin’ bitch…” Jayden said, shaking his head. “Lil’ whore di’ me dirty.”

Tyrone broke out laughing, noticing his friend’s dissatisfaction.

As the two boys got up and prepared to exit the classroom, Jayden realized that Emily was still alive, groaning in pain, and struggling to move. He simply stood over the crippled girl, staring at her broken body.

"Yo, fuck that shit," he said, waving his friend on. "This bitch is gonna die any minute. Go ahead. I'll catch up with you."

Tyrone shrugged, nodded, and left, leaving Jayden standing alone with Emily.

The teen crouched down beside the girl and pulled her dress up over her ass and yanked her panties down, exposing her lower half. He spat on his fingers and rubbed it over his quickly hardening dick, preparing for entry.

With one hand still holding his pistol and the other guiding his dick, Jayden positioned himself behind Emily.

He spread her ass cheeks and forced his dick into her dry, virgin pussy.

Emily screamed out in pain, waking up fully, as the 5.5 inch cock tore through her hymen and filled her up. The pain was indescribable, on top of the already indescribable pain she felt in her head.

The boy thrusted wildly, causing her body to bounce against the hard floor.

“You ain't gonna ruin it for me like yo’ little friend did… I'll make sure o’ dat…” Jayden said as he pushed into her with such force to ensure he got maximum penetration that one could hear the damage being done to her flesh.

With each thrust, Emily could feel bones and muscles cracking and tearing. She grunted and tried to beg him to stop, but the teen showed no mercy.

As his thrusting intensified, Emily felt a numbing snap in her lower back, which seemed to take most of her pain away. But at that moment she lost consciousness again for several moments. When she woke, she couldn't feel her legs, and her head and face were pressed against the ground, the floor wet with her blood and saliva.

The teen continued to fuck her limp body for several minutes before he felt his orgasm coming.

With his dick still buried inside the girl, Jayden shifted his weight forward and pulled the girl's hips up, raising her ass higher into the air. This forced her spine and hips out of alignment, and caused another loud snap and crunch.

“Ugh, ugh, yeah… ugh… it’s… I’m… ugh… cumming!” Jayden shouted as he thrust his cock hard into the sobbing girl one final time, groaning in ecstasy. Emily could not feel anything except the pain on her face.

The next thing Emily heard was the door blasting open, followed by two loud bangs. She went ice cold, fearing she might be shot again. A second later she felt a crushing weight fall on her back, knocking the wind out of her. She had trouble taking breaths.

In a moment of relief, quickly followed by terror, Emily saw a white lady police officer walk into view and make eye contact with her. The woman just shrugged her shoulders and left, and Emily lost consciousness immediately thereafter.

***

Several minutes later there was a loud bang that shook the building, and the gunfire throughout the school ended.

Within seconds, the janitor came into the room and looked around. Hearing this, Emily groggily came to again and sobbed for help, but he didn’t respond. She heard sirens approaching the school outside. She could only take very shallow breaths with the large boy on top of her.

A few minutes later, two paramedics rushed inside. They came straight toward her.

“Let’s get him on his back,” the female paramedic said as she and her male partner gently lifted Jayden’s body off of Emily. They laid him down next to her. They were surrounded by a dozen other supposedly dead bodies.

“Please…” Emily groaned after the weight on her lungs was lifted. She took a deep breath.

She couldn’t see much from her left eye, as much of the blood from the right side of her face had washed over it by then, but she heard the paramedics working on Jayden.

“I don’t feel a pulse…” the male medic said. He sighed. “I think we have to call it.”

“Damn it,” his female partner said. They both remained quiet for a moment.

“Help… m…” Emily said before the woman interrupted her.

“Dispatch… Sally, this is Ambulance 69, EMS. Inform PD that we have an 11-44 at Abbott Girls, black male, late teens to early twenties. Gunshot wounds. How do they want us to proceed?”

Sally Hall’s voice came over the radio. “Dispatch, roger Ambulance 69. Stand by.”

After another ten seconds of groaning in pain without the paramedics seeming to care, Emily heard Sally speak up again.

“Ambulance 69, PD says you can take him to the morgue. They are code 4 on that scene.”

“10-4 dispatch. Ambulance 69 out.”

The paramedics gently transferred Jayden onto their stretcher, and wheeled him out. Emily cried and lost consciousness.

Some time later, Emily felt prodding against her arm, waking her up.

Miss Jennifer Taylor, one of the school’s administrators, was standing over her, and was prodding at Emily with her heeled shoes.

“Are you Emily Monroe?” Jennifer asked.

“Mmhmm…” the girl groaned, her tears now dry.

Jennifer took a step back to the door, and said loudly down the hallway, “She’s over here, Mrs. Monroe.”

A few seconds later, Emily’s mother, Wendy, walked in.

“Goodness me, sweetie,” Wendy said as she walked in, carefully stepping over the corpse of another girl. She blushed as she bent down and pulled Emily’s panties up, covering her privates. Wendy did not seem to notice the bloodied, cum-leaking cunt on the girl, as she was too busy making sure nobody else saw her exposed offspring.

“Sorry about that,” Wendy told Jennifer.

“Not to worry, Mrs. Monroe,” Jennifer replied with a smile.

“Deary,” Wendy said to her daughter. “You get to come home early today!”

“Mmhmmy…” Emily groaned again.

“I see you have an ouchie,” her mother said as she lightly touched the wound on the right side of Emily’s face. Emily yelped as the pain shot through her body.

“Sorry I hurt you, baby,” her mother said caringly. “Let’s go to the doctor.”

Emily stirred, but couldn’t move her legs at all.

“Dear,” Wendy said to Jennifer. “I hate to be a pain, but it doesn’t look like Emily can get to our car. Can one of the male teachers help?”

“It’s no problem, Mrs. Monroe,” Jennifer replied. “It’s our pleasure to help.”

Jennifer left the room and returned seconds later with the janitor.

“Thank you,” Wendy said as the janitor roughly grabbed Emily by her hips and threw her over his shoulder. Blood from her head wound spilled across the floor and the back of the janitor’s shirt.

The pain was intense and shot through her body, with the exception of her legs and pelvic region which she didn’t feel at all. But at that moment all she could concentrate on was the piercing ache she felt everywhere else.

It felt like an eternity, but eventually the janitor threw her down in the back of her mom’s car.

“Thank you again,” Wendy told the man, who replied with a polite nod. Emily lost consciousness.

***

The next thing Emily remembered was an orderly equally roughly removing her from the car and accompanying Wendy, Emily over his shoulder, to the emergency room reception. The man placed her down, hard, on a cold plastic chair near the ER nurse’s desk.

Her sight was foggy at best, but Emily could make out that the ER room was filled with girls groaning in pain all around. Some laid on gurneys, others on the floor, and others were standing upright clutching a wound or huddled over.

“What’s your insurance coverage, ma’am?” the ER nurse asked Wendy loudly but politely she tried to compensate for the noise.

“Oh, no. My husband and I are on a plan, but she isn’t,” Wendy replied casually.

“That’s perfectly fine, ma’am,” the nurse said as she wrote something on a form.

“That means she will have to wait until a room becomes available. We will also only perform the medically bare minimum, at our standard rate, which will be performed by freshman medical students acting as part-time orderlies. We have a premium rate if you wish for our physicians to get inv…” the nurse said as Wendy interrupted her.

“No, deary me, none of that ‘premium’ stuff. The standard rate…” Wendy said as she looked at the form the nurse just placed before her with the rates, widening her eyes in shock, “is very high! But fine…”

“Alright, ma’am,” the nurse said, finishing her notes. She handed Wendy a plastic card with a big number written on it. “Once a room becomes available, we’ll come get her. You can wait with her or leave her here.”

“Thank you, dear,” Wendy replied with a smile, and walked over to Emily.

“Sweetie?” Wendy said. “Emily, dear?”

“Mommy… it hurts…” the girl replied, her one good eye teared up. She felt an urge to grasp at the bloodied half of her face, but expected it would be too painful.

“Aww, I know sweetie… but Mommy has to get home to work…” Wendy said lovingly, patting the left side of Emily’s head. “The nice nurse will take care of you. You might have to wait here for a short while.”

“Mommy… no… please…” Emily said, groggily, trying to process the pain and her mother’s abandonment at the same time.

“I’ll be back to check on you soon, dear,” Wendy said as she kissed Emily on the forehead.

The girl slowly raised her arm to try and stop her mother but didn’t have enough energy. Instead, she passed out, and slumped into the chair.

***

Emily slowly woke up in her bed at St. De Ville Hospital, finding the room empty.

She was cold and hungry. Weak, and she couldn’t move much. She had no sensation below her pelvis. The right side of her face was covered by a thick eye-patch resembling a bandage. It covered her chin, a large part of the right side of her mouth, her entire right cheek, over her right eye socket, and ended right below her hairline and before her right ear.

Despite the trauma she had gone through and her foggy mind, Emily remembered the event that landed her here in crisp detail.

She was startled out of her recollection of the previous day by a nurse entering the room.

The young woman paid Emily no mind as she went about her business.

“Wh… where are my parents?” Emily asked, still groggy. Her mouth was dry.

Standing with her back to Emily near the foot of the hospital bed, the nurse sighed loudly.

“Your mother said they might drop by tomorrow,” the nurse says as she starts heading out of the room.

“Ple… please, I’m hungry… thirsty…” Emily says just before the nurse reaches the door, eliciting another audible sigh from the woman before she disappears into the hallway outside.

She returned two minutes later carrying a tray. Emily’s spirits lifted for a moment as she relished the idea of filling her growling stomach, but these hopes were doused when the tray was revealed to contain only a plate with a dry slice of bread, and half a glass of water.

As soon as she put the tray down the nurse was gone again. Emily sniffed as a lone tear dropped down her cheek.

She quickly drank the water, but eating the slice of bread was a far more difficult activity. Opening her mouth was difficult given the thick cover over the right side of her face. She took small bites, but every time Emily chewed a stinging pain erupted in her shattered right cheek, right under where her eye used to be.

It took her 10 minutes to get through the thin slice of bread. Even though she was extremely hungry, Emily now regarded the nurse’s apathy as a small mercy. The bigger meal Emily so desperately wanted would have caused her unbearable pain to get down.

After the agony she experienced on the right side of her face subsided, Emily began to ponder her situation. She still didn’t feel anything in her lower body, no matter how hard she pinched her thighs and legs.

It had been little over a month since she first experimented with masturbation and experienced her first orgasm. Yesterday’s rape crushed her conception of sex, but Emily instinctively remembered that her clit was probably the most sensitive part of her body. So she stuck her hand down between her legs and sought out the little button. She found it, but to her horror realized she also couldn’t feel it, regardless of how hard she rubbed.

A tear formed in her eye and started making its way down her cheek. But her horror increased even more when she felt a rough, dry substance around her pussy lips. She brought her hand back up and immediately saw little crusty specks of red and white on her fingertips. They hadn’t cleaned the blood and cum off of her nether region!

Still reeling from the pain of chewing the bread, Emily silently cried and fell back asleep.

Her rest was brief, however. That night she woke up shivering, but it was not only the cold that brought her to. The aroma that emanated from between her legs had become quite unpleasant.

She pressed the nurse call button.

Moments later, the same young nurse who had been in earlier entered the room.

“What?”

“I’m cold… why am I not clean?” Emily asked groggily.

In characteristic style, the woman made a point to sigh in a visibly frustrated way.

“This isn’t a spa for whores, girl. This is a hospital,” the nurse said as she opened a closet in the doorway, retrieving a slightly thicker blanket. “We’re already wasting a few beds here on you and some of your friends who couldn’t keep your legs closed.”

The nurse threw the blanket at Emily, who was too weak and unfocused to raise her arms. The mercifully soft blanket hit her square in the face.

“The bathroom is right through there, you can go clean yourself,” she said as she turned to walk away. “I’m not your mommy.”

“I… I can’t move…” Emily said as she slowly pulled the blanket down.

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” the young woman said as she left.

A few minutes later, after Emily had struggled to cover herself fully with the blanket, she heard squishing sounds underneath her. She couldn’t feel anything, but when she lifted the blanket to investigate she realized she was laying in a pool of her own piss.

This time the call nurse button didn’t work.

***

David Monroe was in a hurry. He had a client meeting in 45 minutes in Loydville, but he had to pick Emily up from the hospital and take her home.

When Wendy told him what the St. De Ville’s daily rate was, he knew his daughter couldn’t stay another day, even though he and his wife enjoyed the privacy at home. Whether Emily was ready to be discharged or not, she was leaving the hospital today.

The young nurse rolled her eyes as she chewed on gum. “Oh, /her/. Yeah, your daughter has an attitude problem.”

David sighed, and tapped lightly on the countertop.

The girl got the message. “Room 408,” she said, pointing vaguely down the hallway.

“Thanks,” David said as he started toward Emily’s room. “Please have her doctor come down to process her discharge.”

The nurse rolled her eyes again, before paging the doctor.

When David entered her room, Emily was asleep. The faint smell of her piss was present in the air.

He quickly gathered up her bloodstained clothing that was bunched up on the floor next to her bed and threw the garments into a small plastic bag he had brought.

Moments later, a young man, not much over 20, entered the room. He was not dressed as one of the doctors David had seen in the hallway, but had on a gray uniform. David thought he was a janitor, but as the man approached he saw “Student” written boldly under the man’s picture on the lanyard that hung around his neck.

“Uh, hi…” the man said. “I’m, uh, James.”

“David,” he responded, stretching out his hand. “David Monroe… her father.”

“Ah, right,” James said as he shook David’s hand.

“Uhm,” James said, scratching his head. “The nurse said you wanted to discharge her?”

“Yes, I’m not paying for another night for her here.”

“Cool, that’s fine. She’s not… uh… doing too great. But I’m cool with it if you take her.”

David smiled, but the look of impatience did not disappear from his face. The unsure student quickly grabbed Emily’s file from the foot of the bed.

“So, err…” he said, looking around on the page. “I gotta, like… uh… give you a quick rundown of her condition. Hospital policy… or something.”

“Fine,” David said.

“Uh, yeah, we didn’t do a full examination on her when she came in. Just basically tried to stitch up the head wound and…” James said, checking the file, “we are pretty sure her pubic… uh, or pelvic, bone has been fractured in various places, and her sacrum… uh, the lowest part of her spine, has been completely crushed.”

James shrugged his shoulders. “She probably won’t walk again.”

David sighed, shaking his head. “And I thought she was high-maintenance before. Guess that’s escalated a bit now.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” the student replied with another shrug. “Oh, and before I forget. She’s incontinent. Uh, she’ll probably need a diaper or something.”

David shook his head again, before shaking the student’s hand. “Thanks.”

James nodded.

David walked over to Emily and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Em, time to go home,” he told his daughter. He lightly shook her awake.

“Mmmhmm, Daddy?” she replied groggily.

“Yes, honey. Please, hurry, I have a meeting soon!”

Emily slowly turned her head, looking at her father with her one good eye.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed?” David asked.

“I don’t… I don’t think I can…” she said, teary eyed. “It hurts too much when I move…”

“Alright, Em, I’ll just have to take you in your hospital gown then,” he said as he pulled the covers off her. He immediately noticed the large yellow stain underneath her. It still looked wet.

The stench hit him almost immediately. He was repulsed. The smell of piss wasn’t that bad, but he did not expect it to hit him so strongly.

David sighed, disappointed in his daughter. Emily saw her father’s expression and pouted.

“I’m sorry…”

David shook his head and bent forward to pick her up. He pushed his left arm under her knees and right arm under her back, to try to avoid getting the smell of piss on his suit.

That familiar pain Emily felt when she was carried from school came back as her father tried to pick her up. It felt almost like pins and needles running down her spine and dominating her abdomen and pelvis, but the pins and needles are instead knives and BBQ forks. She shouted loudly.

Her father sighed again, and asked James whether Emily could be sedated.