A big jolt of worry (okay, fine, panic) went through Erran when Gemma rushed for the bathroom, his brain running through every possibility from stress to digestive upset (how were they even feeding her, what did they have her hooked up to) to the much more horrible thought of what if they got her pregnant somehow. The last one not being very likely, since she'd only been gone for two weeks. And the people who ran Zenith seemed happy to physically violate their autonomy at any opportunity, but it had never been sexual. Yet. That you know of.
He forced himself to drop a train of thought that couldn't possibly do them any good, and got up to follow her to the bathroom. He ran the water in the sink until it was cold, and filled her water glass for her before kneeling down at her side to hold her hair, smoothing his palm over her back. "Get it out, babe, it's okay. Christ, I'm sorry this is happening to you..."