I progressed next to her bottom, a place I had seen before under different circumstances. I was afraid to ask her this, but I knew it was necessary for me to properly heal her.

"Cathy, I need you to lie across my lap. No, I'm not going to spank you. At this point, it’s the most efficient way for me to clean you up and prevent infections."

She seemed to understand. I carefully grabbed one of her arms, and very gently laid her across my lap. Her bottom was very badly bruised. I took the cold-water washcloth again and began to rub it gently across her bottom. She winced at the very touch of it. I wanted to hug her, but I knew there would be time for that later. For now, I needed to heal her first. I took the soapy washcloth and began the slow process of cleaning her up properly. It was a bit more difficult with her bottom than with her breasts. Nonetheless, I managed anyway. I was able to clean up her bruises pretty well, and then apply the bandaids as necessary. I needed a great many.

I could no longer delay what was absolutely necessary.

"Cathy, I promise I will not hurt you the way your parents did. I promise you that NOBODY will ever hurt you the way your parents did again. Still, you are badly bruised down there," I said, pointing to her pussy. I was not certain that I was qualified or had the skills to properly heal that, but I knew I first needed to try.

"Cathy, let me help you to the sofa and lie you down on your back." Suddenly, I realized I needed to finish this up quickly. She had lost a lot of blood and was probably feeling light-headed. I also imagined she was needing some water. I resolved to get her some as soon as possible.

I got her to the sofa, and as I did so, she collapsed onto it. Making sure that she was still okay, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of cold water, and brought it to her lips. I slowly poured the water into her mouth. She seemed to gulp it down. A faint smile came to her mouth. I knew I had read her correctly.

Then I got down to work. However, I was not at all certain I could properly clean and bandage her there. I decided it was time to call in for some help. I picked up the phone in her kitchen and dialed 911. After relaying the details of what I knew to be true and what I had surmised to be true and what I had so far done about it, an emergency team was dispatched to the house. When they got to the door (there were two men), I let them in. They were rather impressed with my skilled work so far.

"You've treated her other wounds very well, but if we were to even touch these wounds here," the taller man said, pointing to her pussy, "we'd probably do a lot more harm than good. It is very uncomfortable to look at and very uncomfortable to heal, but it will probably heal better on its own than with any significant help."

"Isn't there anything you can do to hasten the healing process?" I asked.

"All I can recommend is that you ice it for short periods of time. Not more than 2 minutes every hour, though. Otherwise, you'd cause more harm than good. We can take her to the hospital to the intensive care unit where they can look after her more properly. She's going to need a lot of care regardless. Those bandages will need to be changed regularly to allow her to heal, and she'll need some regular washing and cleaning to prevent infections."

That sounded logical to me. I agreed to let them take her to the hospital. Still, I needed to know which hospital she was going to as there were three in the area. I needed to be there for Cathy. She needed me now more than ever. Neither men could tell me at that moment where she would wind up. However, one of them did give me a phone number for where to call to find out. They told me to call in a half hour.

Both men left the house for a minute to grab a stretcher from the ambulance, and then carefully placed Cathy on the stretcher, tied her down to it so she would not move during the transport, and brought her into the ambulance. A few minutes later, sirens were blaring and the ambulance was on its way. I watched it go down the street until I could neither hear nor see it anymore.

I decided to go back to my parents' place considering that I probably wouldn't be permitted to see Cathy in the hospital for at least several hours even once I knew where she was taken to. Now that I knew she was being well cared for, my attentions turned toward what to do about this mess. Clearly, to put her back in that house with her mother and father would be a bad idea.

I hadn't told Mom and Dad a lot about Cathy yet. Sure, they knew I had a good relationship with her, but they didn't really know anything about her yet. They'd never had the chance to meet her, and I was very much hoping that chance would come, but obviously, it was going to wait now until better circumstances. I needed to consult with them, and I intended to tell them far more about Cathy than I thought she would be comfortable with my revealing. It was essential that I do so to protect her safety. I knew that ultimately she would forgive me for that breach of trust.

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