“Jordan, you can go in and see Miss Meyer now if you’d like,” the man spoke as he turned to walk out.

A quiet, childlike voice spoke up, “Is she going to be OK?”

The younger man who had spoken sat there with his head hung, blonde hair a mess, “I assume that you are the boyfriend,” Nick looked up, “I am Dr. Anderson, I have been looking after Britt.”

“Nick Carter, sir,” he replied and took the doctor’s outstretched hand.

“To answer you question, yes, physically, she is fine. Britt didn’t sustain any injuries other than the ones you would normally expect from intercourse in her pelvic area. However, emotionally, its not my place to say. That will take some time, I am no psychologist, but I do know a few things. She doesn’t seem upset, which leads me to believe that she is in denial.”

“Is there anything I can do to help her?” Nick asked.

“Well, the best advice I can give you son is to be there for her, she needs you very much, as well as the others that she chooses to tell.” Dr. Anderson looked at the trio before he continued, “I don’t know if she has contacted her parents or not, she isn’t a minor and it is not required. But, whoever will be caring for her when she gets released will need to speak with me before so.”

“I WILL,” Nick and Jordan said in unison.

A soft laughter escaped Dr. Anderson, “I will let the two of you figure that one out. In the meantime, I would suggest that you go in Mr. Carter. She is allowed to have visitors.”

Nick tossed a glare towards Jordan then looked ahead to the hallway that lie in front of him. The weakness from his mind transferred through his body as he suddenly felt how difficult just standing was. He was frozen in his tracks outside of the doorway to Britt’s room. He peered in, noting that she was facing the window, he couldn’t see her face. Her body wasn’t moving accept for a small shake in her shoulders that led him to believe that she had been crying. In what seemed like slow motion she rolled over and looked at Nick, it was as if she felt him standing there. “Nicky, you can come in. I‘m not broken ya know?”

Nick made his way towards her bed and took the seat next to her, it was like he was afraid to touch her. The looks they exchanged showed the change. Their relationship had just taken a turn that neither of them had anticipated. Both saw the lasting impact; Nick felt the sudden need to make Britt better while Britt felt that same need to feel better. “Are you OK?”

His voice was so soft when he asked, Britt could tell in his tone that he was very upset but she didn’t really care, “I just want to get out of here, can you do that for me?”

Nick looked down and reached his hand to hold hers, touching her for the first time. “I think so...but where do you want to go?” Britt was annoyed with the question, but she knew that she would have to make that decision. She knew that she couldn’t go home, she didn’t want her parents to know what had happened...so it was between Austin and a tour bus, two places that she had grown very accustomed to being and each held both fondness and pain. Her thoughts were broken by a whisper, “you don’t have to go with me...its up to you.”

“Just get me the fuck out of this place...I don’t want to be here anymore, I am sick and tired of people hounding me and hovering over me. I want to be left alone. Can you promise not to be in my face about this 24/7 if I come with you?”

“I won’t bug you 24/7...I promise you that...” Nick paused, “but, we are going to have to talk about this. And honestly, I don’t think I am any more ready than you are right now but I do know that I want you with me. I need to know you are ok.”

“You don’t have to have me with you to know that...but I guess you still haven’t learned that. Do you want me with you to help me out or for yourself?” Britt asked a question she knew the answer to already.

Nick couldn’t believe that she was bitching at him, “Why are you being like this? I am only trying to help you and you start attacking me...why Britt?”

“Look, I really want to be alone when I leave here but I know that isn’t an option. I know you will leave me alone b/c you have to...your schedule won’t let you hover. Jordan would skip her classes and stay at my side. I don’t want that. I need time to think about this and figure out how I feel, b/c honestly, I don’t know how I feel about anything anymore.”

Nick knew that included him. Regardless of the reason, which had a lot to do with his own need to feel like he was protecting her, Nick knew that there was a reason she was choosing to leave with him over Jordan. But, he had no clue what it was. Surrendering to her, and himself in a strange way, he said, “Lemme go talk to Dr. Anderson and see what we need to do to get you out of here.”

He leaned forward and placed a soft peck on her forehead, which got no response from Britt. “Just get me out of here...”