“Can I wash my face? They urinated on me.” Kane hiccupped on a sob.
“Dr. Artis?” Sean questioned.
“I’ve finished with the rape kit. Murphy will need to take a few pictures and then I’ll get an orderly to help you clean up.”
“You’re torn, but by some miracle of the gods you don’t need surgery.” Kane nodded his head.
“No, no orderly. I’ll do it myself.” Kane started to shake. “I don’t want a stranger to see. They kicked my scrotum and…” Kane burst into tears despite a desperate effort to keep it together.
Sean took charge. “You can barely stand. I’ll go into the shower with you. First we’ll let Murphy take his pictures and then we’ll clean you up and you’ll go home with Mr. Martin.”
“I can’t impose on you or him any further.”
“It’s nothing for me to help you in the shower. I won’t hur
