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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Mummy, I�m just borrowing them to play with.

Alone Chapter 8
When Jonathan awoke the sunlight that filtered in through the closed blinds cast long shadows across the floor, and he guessed it was late afternoon. He felt exhausted; splintered images and sounds from his ordeal had disturbed his sleep. Everytime he startled awake he would feel his heart thudding against his rib-cage, his body shaking, sweat and tears merging on his face. After a moment�s panicked disorientation he would suddenly remember where he was, that he was safe, for the moment at least, and he�d burrow his head under his bedclothes and close his eyes again. He wished for a deep, dreamless sleep, one that would heal him, help him forget, but time after time the nightmares returned.
After waking up this time, sure that he could feel those loathsome hands wandering over his flesh, Jonathan didn�t try to go back to sleep. Instead he lay perfectly still, his mind a blank, shock making his thought processes slow and cumbersome. He stared unblinking into the middle distance watching minute motes of dust as the shafts of sunlight caught them as they danced through the air. He didn�t feel the tiny tremors that constantly racked his abused body, and his mind refused to acknowledge the dull aching pain that radiated out from his back, and backside, with every beat of his heart.
Inside Jonathan was empty. He�d cried so hard and so long that there was just a huge gaping emptiness inside him. It was as if someone had scooped out all his insides, his soul, and left him with nothing. Not that he minded. The black emptiness, while bleak, was in it�s own way comforting. It was so easy to sink into it, to embrace it, and let it smoother him. In here he didn�t have to think, he didn�t have to remember, he could just -- be. He didn�t have to be Jonathan Carnahan anymore, he didn�t have to be Evy�s big brother anymore, and he certainly didn�t have to be Jonny anymore. Inside the blackness he was nothing, and nobody could touch him, or hurt him again. Jonathan liked that thought so he let himself sink deeper into the dark.
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When, several hours later, there was a quick light knock on his door Jonathan didn�t hear it. Nor did he hear Evy�s voice calling out his name, or the way the doorknob rattled as she tried to turn it.
Jonathan had retreated so far that his listless gaze even failed to register the dancing dust motes anymore. Neither did he realise that the trembling of his body had become a much more pronounced shivering, and that the chill his body felt was incongruous with the flush of heat on his pale face, or the beads of sweat that had settled on his brow. The throbbing pain encompassed his whole body now, and had been joined by an echoing ache in his head, as the fever that had begun to rage inside him took hold.
Ten minutes after Evy�s increasingly worried calls had stopped the quiet of the room was shattered by O�Connell�s heavier thuds on the wooden door and his calls for Jonathan to,
"Get your lazy ass out of bed and open the door Jonathan, you�re scaring Evy."
When that failed Evy�s entreaties meant that the door to Jonathan�s room was made short work of by O�Connell�s shoulder. After several loud thuds it gave way, and O�Connell spilled into Jonathan�s room nearly ending up in a heap on the floor.
A brief expression of hurt crossed Rick�s face as Evy ran right past him, and his sore shoulder, and made straight for her brother�s bed. Pursing his lips, and trying to sound concerned rather than annoyed, he asked her,
"What�s wrong�is he passed out?"
Evy didn�t answer him as she looked down at her brother�s face. His eyes were open, but he was just staring into space, and hadn�t given any sign that he knew they were in the room. She could see the flush of fever on his face and moved forward as she quickly said over her shoulder,
"No, no he�s ill." Returning her attention to her brother she continued. "Jonathan what�s wrong, don�t you feel well?"
Her concerning spiking within her as she got no response, she knelt down by the head of the bed, and reached out to smooth several sweat soaked strands of hair away from Jonathan�s forehead. The half-light in the room made it hard to see, and she was grateful when Rick pulled open the blinds, and mumbling about the room being stuffy he opened a window too.
The moment her hand touched Jonathan�s skin, and she felt the heat there, Evy knew this was serious,
"He needs a doctor."
Rick came and stood behind her, his brow wrinkling with concern when he saw Jonathan�s flushed face, and sightless stare.
"Hey Jonathan what�s wrong? Come on say something." He tried to cajole the other man into answering.
Evy crouched down lower so that her eyes were looking directly into Jonathan�s. She was startled by the dullness she saw there. It was as if all the inner light that her wayward brother had always had shining out of his eyes had been snuffed out. Slipping one hand under his head and placing the other on his cheek she turned his face slightly so that they were facing each other,
"Talk to me Jonathan please�you�re�you�re frightening me." Turning back to look up at Rick she said,

"He�s burning up."
Jonathan�s lack of response, and the fear he saw on the face of the usually resilient Evy, made Rick�s worry become more acute. Straightening up he said,
"Let�s try and cool him down a little, then I�ll send for a doctor okay." Evy�s frightened face looked up at him, and he reached down and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze of reassurance. "It�ll be alright."
Intending to cool Jonathan down a little Rick reached out to pull the bedclothes down. As his hand approached the sheet he could feel the heat rising off the other man�s skin in waves, and the sheet itself was soaked in sweat and sticking to Jonathan�s body. As he pulled it back O�Connell wasn�t prepared for the sight that met his eyes and he gasped out,
"Oh God."
"What�what is it?" Evy asked, quickly standing to see, alarmed by the shocked tone of O�Connell�s voice.
When she saw the raw welts that criss-crossed Jonathan�s lower back she felt her stomach roll with nausea. Her hands flew up to her mouth and she couldn�t take her eyes away from the grisly sight. All the welts looked angry and painful, but the skin had been broken on some of them, especially where two or more welts overlapped each other, and the blood on them had barely dried. The damage to his back began just above his waist and continued uninterrupted onwards down below the bedclothes. As Rick pulled the sheet back, until it lay draped across his waist, more and more abuse was reveled. Not only the welts, but bruises on his body, and where one of his hands could been seen the skin of his wrist was rubbed raw too, as if he�d been restrained and had desperately struggled against his bonds.
Finally able to find her voice Evy dragged her eyes away from the torture that had been inflicted on her brother, and with unshed tears in her eyes, she appealed to Rick for some kind of explanation to a situation she found incomprehensible,
"Why�oh God why would anyone hurt him like this."
His own shock giving way to anger Rick could only shake his head,
"I don�t know, but I intend to find out, and when I do�" The threat was left unspoken, and making himself take charge of the present situation he continued. "I�ll send for a doctor, we need to see if he�s hurt anywhere else."
Evy looked at him her expression shattered, her face pale, and for the first time since he�d met her she looked completely lost.
Before he left Rick reached out and cupped her cheek,
"It�ll be alright�Jonathan will be alright." Then he recklessly added. "I promise."
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