Chapter 99

Dylan POV

After my bloods were taken and other vitals were checked and observed, the doctor came to the conclusion that it would be best to do a full body scan, that was if the pregnancy test was falsely negative the fetus would be picked up. Any other form of damage to my innards would show up too meaning I would finally have a full diagnoses of the end results of my trauma.

“You need to lie still and stay calm while the MRI does what it needs to. Your pregnancy test came back negative, so we need to figure out if there’s another cause. Your body has been through a lot, Your Grace, there’s no way of knowing the full extent of damage until we get a full image.” I chuckled hollowly while staring up at the ceiling of the large white tube I was currently in. My head was placed on a circular pillow that was shaped like a ringed donut, while my back felt like it was on a hard floor.

“An hour ago my only concern was that I could have been pregnant with king Josh’s child, and now you’re telling me I may never be able to have any children at all? It’s funny isn’t it, how much your hopes can change so quickly.” At this point however I wasn’t even sure what the better option was. I was somewhat relieved at not having anything tying me to that sadistic man, but on the other hand at least I would have had a child, something keeping me tethered to this world. Something more than revenge to help me survive. Instead I might never have children of my own. Not that I actually wanted one, at least not yet. I had things I wished to accomplish first, I always thought my forte was being the fun sister, maybe in time when Freddie was grown, a fun lovable aunt.

“Don’t get too disheartened yet, the scan will take about half an hour, so make sure you relax and that you’re comfy enough to stay the way you are.” I heard some really loud and obnoxious beeps start to come from the machine as it began its task. I couldn’t help but worry about all the damage that would be discovered.

I mean thinking back on everything it wasn’t just the punishments that had been broadcast that were of concern. The way his grace treated me even when the cameras weren’t rolling, was extreme. Every hit, and every defilement only caused more injury, simply put, it created more damage.

I swallowed thickly and tried to remain as still as possible, as my sight made its way to the ceiling of the white MRI scanner and my mind flashed back to the white ceiling of the kings room.

I shook my head slightly, forcing myself to dismiss the image in my mind, but as I lay there I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering off even more.

“Try and remain still, it’s important to get the images we need.” I shut my eyes tight and tried my hardest to hear the buzzing and beeping going on around me, reminding me that I was not in fact in the palace with the king, but instead, for some unknown reason, nothing but the room of my defilement in the palace came into view.

I could feel my heart rate quicken drastically and my breath was once again coming out in wheezes. I felt my hands shaking and my head shook and my body trembled as I pushed myself to remain motionless.

“Dyl, I’m here ok, you’re fine, just listen to me. Please.” Huh, Lewis’s voice came through the small speaker within the scanning tube. He had a softness to his speech that eased my mind drastically, and as he continued to speak. And so instead of seeing the kings room and feeling his graces sadistic hands all over me, I imagined laughing with Lewis. His face entered my mind and clouded any thought of the king, which in turn helped to ease my quickened breathing, Long enough for the scan to be completed.

As soon as it was finished I shot up and out of the machine. I didn’t even wait to hear the results, as I ran out of the medical tent all together, breathing in a large deep breath as soon as the fresh air hit me. For the entire duration of that I felt like the wind was being squeezed out of me slowly and painfully, my chest felt really tight as I clutched it, and collapsed onto my knees on the grass.

When the fuck did I start developing symptoms of ptsd? I genuinely thought I was stronger than that. I mean even before the king I was subjected to plenty of punishments, and beratings, but honestly every single one seemed to only heighten my attitude towards the wolves, not a single
Means of discipline phased me one bit, they simply egged me on, but what the king had done to me was more than anything I had received previously. He hadn’t only physically tortured me, but he had also managed to penetrate my mind. I couldn’t even breathe without thinking about him.

I felt the presence of Lewis quickly come up behind my panting form and I frowned in desperation. I didn’t want him to witness me like that, hell I didn’t want anyone to see me like that, I genuinely felt the need to be strong for everyone, but I just couldn’t be at that moment, and it was that thought process that broke me even more.

“You need to let someone in, dyl, you can’t keep going on like this.” He was right of course. The longer I stayed trapped in my mind the more vulnerable Id become. I just couldn’t break free from the kings hold on me. “He’s not here… Josh can’t find you and he definitely can’t hurt you.” I knew that he couldn’t find me, but even so he knew exactly how to hurt me, and he knew how to keep my fear of him very much prominent, I just had to keep telling
Myself over and over again that, he wasn’t there.

“I know… I’m ok.” I really was starting to annoy Lewis every time I uttered those small two words. I saw his jaw clench slightly in frustration, but no response actually left his lips. “I just need a minute.”

“Ok, have a minute, but there’s no way in hell I will be leaving you.” I was grateful for that. He didn’t even have to speak to me, to aid me. He just had to be there, his presence alone was powerful.

A few minutes went by and I managed to get myself under control enough to finally stand on my own two legs again. I couldn’t for the life of me explain how I was still functioning with such little sleep, but here I was. “We should head back inside, I’m sure the doctor is just as eager to give you answers as you are to receive them.” I nodded my head and sighed. He was right. I needed answers and going back in was the only way to get them.

“Your grace…” the doctor was quick to address me as soon as I entered the tent, he looked at me in bewilderment and gestured me to sit back down on the bed that had the room divider in front of it. He quickly wheeled a cart over that had a computer resting on top of it. He wiggled the mouse slightly and quickly opened the scans. Several images lay on the screen of my inner body parts and fascination was clouding me. I’d never seen even a X-ray before, although I know this method of scanning was extremely outdated, it was still really cool to see.

“Physically, there’s no signs of ovarian trauma, meaning your lack of menstruation is most likely due to malnourishment and both physical and mental stresses. I’ll prescribe some vitamin pills to try and aid your regulation. The scan shows that there is absolutely no sign of pregnancy.” I suppose that was good news. He seemed to strongly believe that my body would in fact regulate itself in due course.

He quickly moved the computer mouse to click onto a different image, one much higher up showing my rib cage.

“As you can see here…” Using his finger he pointed to a rib in my back on the right hand side, and clearly showed me and Lewis where a break lay. “You seem to have a fractured rib, looking at it, I would say it’s the result of a heavy object hitting it.” Must have been from
The lashing the king dished out to me after Adrian handed my old cell phone over. I knew the initial impact hurt far too much, it was because that bastard cracked my rib cage.

“I admit, this isn’t the most concerning injury though.” Huh, my head turned to the doctor and my eyes widened when he clicked on the image of my skull. There were two images of my head one showing my skull and one delving deeper beneath my anatomy to photograph my brain. “To someone unknowing about the inner set up of the human body, this looks completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary…” where was he going with this? “However, can you see all those little white lines resting on the bone of your skull? Well… you see, even the bones in our bodies scar when they’re hurt, and so, all those little
Lines and dots are All scarring from repeated head trauma. Let me explain it to you you, there are too many marks for you to be sat in front of me.”

“What do you mean? Too many marks, what exactly are you trying to get at?” I was beyond confused and beyond worried about the outcome of his tests. The way he was talking made it seem like I should be…

“This much head trauma, it’s an uncommon occurrence, most people who are bought in here this amount of extensive scarring are already passed.”

“Hang on a second. So you are trying to tell me that I should be… what? Dead?!” The doctor simply nodded at my words and swallowed thickly before bowing really really low.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, your grace. You should be dead… or at the very least, you should have some brain damage.”

**Hi, Just a disclaimer, i am not a medical proffessional, Not by a long shot, do if I got the wrong equiptment**