"Is she alright, Jack?" I can hear the fear in her sister's voice. She looks back at us and sees the blood on her shirt.
"It's not hers. She's got bruises and a bump on her head that's still bleeding a little bit but most of this is Laura's where she tried to stop the bleeding."
Libby sobs and I finally look away from Lexi. "I wouldn't lie to you about this Libby. She's going to be alright." I just want to make sure.
She takes a moment to search my eyes and then gives me a nod. She turns back, "She must have been so afraid because of what happened to our mom and dad."
Shit! I didn't think about that. We pull into the compound and I'm ready to take her to my place. Her sister stops me, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know what happened out there and until we find out for sure she isn't going anywhere I can't control every aspect of what and who is around her."
Jim puts his hand out to stop Libby and starts to talk to her. I hear him explaining that the safest she will ever be is in the tiny apartment with me. He can go over all the shit I have in place to keep her safe. I shut the door behind us and lay her on the big bed that takes up much of the room. I use the little multi-tool all of us have on us to cut off her shirt so I don't have to jostle her as much. I go for her bra next and then take her shorts off. Those I can pull down her legs without disturbing her.
I hesitate for just a second before I take her panties off as well. They're wet from where she sat on the ground and the rain-soaked through her jeans. I have to rub my hand down my face and over my mouth to keep myself from drooling over what I've uncovered. She's hurt and I'm not trying to be a perv but god damn she is beautiful.
Her skin is smooth and just as soft as I imagined. She has a thin strip of red hair, just a tuft really, right above her lips which are bare. The curls are tight and so light I can almost see through them. Her breasts are high and round, apple-sized. They'll grow bigger if she were pregnant.
I can't stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers down her body until I reach her mound and feel the tickle of that little patch of fuzz. I want to dip my hand lower but a knock on the door stops my progress. Fuck. If I didn't need what the Doc was bringing I wouldn't let him in. How am I supposed to stop exploring all of this naked beauty I have before me? All of which is mine to explore.
I slip one of my dress shirts on her before pulling a sheet over her. I don't button it but I make sure everything is covered before I go and check my cameras. I make sure it is the Doc who is actually there before I open the door for him. He comes in and nods his head my way.
"I hear you boys broke another one. Can't you guys play nice with your women?"
I growl at him. He laughs not put out by my response at all. Doc has been working with us too long to take much guff off of us.
"Take me to my patient."
I walk him over to the bed. Lexi is lying right where I left her. Her feet are hanging off the bed and her arms are lying over the covers. Doc checks her pupils and the bump on her head. She responds to his touch by pulling away from him, her eyes finally opening and looking around.
"Jack." I come to her and take the hand she is reaching out with.
"I'm here, Sweets," Doc's brows arch at my pet name for her. "Doc knows what he's doing let him check your head for me, baby." She lies still while Doc probes her head again.
"That is a nasty bump you got there but I have to agree with Jack. The bleeding seems a lot worse just because it's a head wound. I don't think you'll need stitches but I want to put a butterfly bandage over it just make sure the skin stays nice and tight and doesn't split open once it starts to heal."
He pulls the cover back and I watch Lexi stiffen up. I put my hand out keeping him from pulling it all the way back. "The shirt doesn't move and the blanket stays at least this high."
"What the fuck, Jack? How am I supposed to make sure she's alright if you won't let me actually do my job?"
"Figure it out."
Doc looks at the bruise on her chest, or at least the little I will let him look at. He goes to touch and I grab his hand. "Jack, for fuck's sake I'm going to have to touch her."
"Use the handheld." He blows out a frustrated breath and reaches for his bag. He takes out his laptop and the portable x-ray machine. He hooks it up to his computer and runs it over her chest. I look over his shoulder as he does it.
Since our team was top-of-the-line defense Doc got a lot of toys that were prototypes. The military wanted him to test out a lot of the medical technology on us before they made it mandatory for all units. This little machine is just one of the fancy portables that are in testing.
"Everything looks fine. She's just got a nasty bruise. It's going to take a couple of weeks if not months for it to go away." He runs the tablet-shaped device over her ribs without moving her shirt out of the way. "Ribs look good but I'm betting those are going to be sore too."
He runs it down to the bruise on her hip.
"I worry about her pubic area. I want you to check it over especially well." The Doc straightens up and eyeballs me. "I need to know nothing happened to her pelvic area."
Doc keeps looking at me instead of checking the readings his machine is sending to the computer. "Jesus Jack, is she pregnant? You didn't tell me that."
"She's not. Yet. But I want to make sure everything is alright so when she is nothing will come back to hurt her."
"I can x-ray but a lot of that area is soft and not going to show up. Especially the stuff you will be worried about. The best way I can think to check is to do it the way a gynecologist would do a pelvic exam and I don't think you're going to let me do that."