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“Where to go for a rape kit”
I input the phrase into my smartphone’s browser and the words pull me out of my shock, but only teoing to get through this, I need the brief respite the adrenaline is giving me
When he leaves and I’ at et a rape kit But where do I get that done? It’s not exactly coht is a police station…but after what just happened, the idea of a cold, steely station filled with scrutiny isn’t very welcoes
I vaguely reet it done (one tooup to the hospital kiosk and saying “Hey, I just got raped, which hallway should I go down?” isn’tthe internet onfor guidance frole
The first couple hits are definitions of rape kits, and then there are a few political pieces about their effectiveness
This is almost worse than the rape itself
Almost
“Fuck!” I throw limpse into my bleak future I would have searched for “the likelihood that this kit’s gonna do a godda” Theinto my skin, thehot shower It sucks so hard that I have to do this If I don’t, he could do it again, right? At least that’s what everyone will tell me if they find out
If they find out
They’ll say s if they find out
“Fuck it” I pull out into traffic and a
“Right back at ya, buddy,” I , I drive in the general direction of the police station and the hospital
The hospital eency room isn’t that busy I count seven people,the injured There is no one in line at the check-in
That’s unfortunate
I was hoping for a line
A line er to think about my decision
“Do you need help?” A young blonde woman calls to me from behind the check-in counter She looks perky Like she actually likes her job Likes her life, even
How lucky for her
“Um…” I shift nervously from foot to foot Do I need help? Yes Do I want help? Not particularly I want to go home, curl into a ball, and quash this day froes my happiness That sounds…
Nice
“Are you lost?” She peers at htly concerned, and overly friendly
“No,” I answer She stares back attoward her either We both stare at each other, lost in some kind of polite limbo where neither of us will address the elephant in the room: me