Bye, Bye Greenwood~chapter 17

I easily slip into the precinct seeing as in so many cops have been injured. I make a bee line for my injured boyfriend. "Which one shot you?" My cold analytical eyes stared at him as I start to address his wound. My gloved hands easily remove the bullet.

"I-it was the h-hairy one." Miss what's her face stuttered out.

I nod and grab a gun that was laying on the floor. "Ok, tie this around his arm. I've got a cannibal to kill."

"There's nothing more contagious than laughter!" Bang! That was Jerome's line... but before that, it was mine.

Flashback:
Anastasia Kyle had chosen that night to sneak Selina and herself into the circus. She had decided that the past couple weeks had been stressful for both of them in multiple ways. Her attention was caught by a kid crying on the steps of one of the trailers.

"Hey ginger, you ok?" That caught the kids attention, because he immediately started to whip his tears.

"O-oh yeah. I uh...j-just tripped down the stairs."

"Into a broken bottle that somehow impaled your arm?" The ginger kid started to stutter out an excuse but Anastasia silenced him. " How about this, you find me an emergency kit and I'll address your arm. I'm training to be a doctor. Don't worry, I don't bite...usually."

The kid nodded. "Y-Yeah. The emergency kit is in Haley's trailer. T-that's his trailer."

"Alrighty, I'll be right back then." Anastasia easily slipped into the trailer and located the emergency kit before returning. "Ok, let me see. Hmm...it seems like you might need stitches. You got a name Ginger?"

"I-It's Jerome ma'am."

"Well, Jerome, my name's Ana. And let me tell you a secret. I used to be like you. I used to have to make up stupid excuses to hid the bruises. It might seem dark now, but they'll get what they deserve in the end. But, until then, remember: there's nothing more contagious than laughter!"
End flashback:

I caught the camera before it hit the ground and handed it to Jerome before heading back towards Ed.

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