A nurse rushed over and draped a clean blanket across her body.
"Sir," a doctor said, his voice nervous and strangely high. "We need to examine her for signs of er, rape."
"Do it," Sean barked.
He balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth together as the doctors worked. They spread Catherine's limp legs and shone lights at her most intimate area. They examined her from several angles, whispering quietly among themselves.
"Well?" he finally shouted. "Is she—I mean, did he do it?"
"No, sir," the doctor answered. "Rather, she doesn't show any of the typical physical traumas associated with sexual assault."
"So she wasn't raped?" he asked.
"I can't answer that for certain, sir," the doctor said, staring down at his feet.
"Why not?" Sean roared.
"Well, we can only detect certain physical traumas," the doctor said. "If she was unconscious and the assaulter was, er, gentle, she may not ever show signs of trauma."
