Mission: Compromised Submissive by Willow Brooke Page A

checking his pupils and watching the shallow raise and fall of his chest.
    “Is he going to be all right , Maggie?” Michael asked concerned.
    “I’m not sure. Someone really did a number on him. Alaina , sweetheart, can you get me a warm bowl of water and a washcloth? Let’s get some of this dirt off him.”
    “Yes , ma’am.” She rushed to the kitchen.
    Michael’s temper flared. Whoever did this would have hell to pay. He walked into the other room to make a few phone calls before the doc arrived. He may be old, but no one got away with hurting one in his family.
    Alaina rushed back with the warm water and began wiping the dirt off Vince’s face and arms. Violet took his shoes off , grabbed the afghan off the recliner , and tucked it under his chin. “He looks horrible. How could anyone do this to our Vincie? He wouldn’t hurt a fly! I’ve never known anyone who didn’t just absolutely adore him when they met him.” She sat on the floor beside him and held his hand, gently caressing in a soothing pattern.
    “I don’t know. This just doesn’t make sense. E ither he was knocked out, or someone gave him a Mickey Finn because there is no way he would get drunk enough to pass out at a bar. He has always been the responsible one and insisted whoever he was with to stay in control at all times. If we wanted to get shit faced, we waited until we were safely at home.” Alaina walked over to the window, watching for the doctor’s headlights.
    “Well, whatever happened doesn’t matter right now. We need to get this boy healthy before we worry about anything else. Where’d Michael go?” She looked around, noticing for the first time he had disappeared.
    “I’m not sure. He seemed pretty upset , ” Violet said.
    “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Mrs. Sanders rubbed her hand down his cheek, clucking her tongue.
    The hum of a car came up the drive, and Alaina rushed out to meet the elderly doc. He was getting up in age, and she always went out of her way to help him carry his bags or assist him on the stairs every time he had visited. With three kids on the farm, he had bec o me a regular, especially during the winter months. He had been a family friend for over forty years, and despite being well into his sixties, he was the best damn doctor in the state of Montana.
    Violet stayed by Vince’s side with Mrs. Sanders anxiously as Dr. Mars proceeded through the door with Alaina right behind him.
    “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice , Wally.” Mrs. Sanders stepped aside, leading Violet out of the way. Dr. Mars took the chair Alaina had fetched and sat beside Vince.
    “No problem at all, Maggie. Now, what are we looking at?” His voice was soft and calming, matching the kind features of a kindred soul. The doc was once a looker in his younger years, being the catch of the town. Now, even with the weathering of time, he was still quite handsome.
    “This is our Vince. He went out tonight over to Ropin’ Joes to try to find him a date. A few minutes ago, a truck came speeding up and dumped him on the ground and left. He is pretty beat up, and unconscious , ” Mrs. Sanders briefed him, wringing her hands in worry.
    “I see. Let’s get a look at him.” Dr. Mars went straight to work, checking his vitals and list e ning to his heart and lungs. He checked his pupils with a flashlight, going over his limp body with a fine tooth comb. After all bumps and scrapes had a tho ro ugh investigation, he went to his bag. The silence was deafening, but the girls waited until he was finished. “He has been more than likely given Rohypnol , and from the looks of it, roughed up pretty good. I don’t see any broken bo nes, but we may need to get an X -ray of these ribs after he wakes up in the morning. For now, give him a tablespoon of this every hour for four hours, then once every four hours until his body can burn off the drugs. You might want to keep a pail handy. Some people get sick from the drugs,