where is he ? jean’s knee jerk reaction is to again, ask for a warrant, and ignore him when he fails to show one, but his voice calls for pause. eyes catch sight of bloodstained badge and she feels her heart sink. there’s nothing she can do to help him, it’s against the rules. a battle between the part of her sworn to help people, and the part of her who knows how dangerous it is to do so. she’s fixed dirty cops before at orian’s request, only a handful and none of them were stupid enough to wave their badge around a hospital full of criminals. she responds before she has a plan, a demand not to move because he’s bleeding, fuck he’s bleeding and it’s not good. she knows he’s not gonna make it out of here if she doesn’t do something.
jean starts to panic, eyes flickering across his features, because she can’t just leave him out there to die, if someone sees, if this gets out... “you want in here, you gotta follow the rules like everyone else, you got that ? ” voice is stern, the tone a mother might have with a child during a tantrum. little room for argument. “i can help you, but you gotta work with me here.” she’s shaking, trembling in her fucking boots. this could get her killed. she’s risking her life for a bleeding fucking cop. because she’s promised to help people, and he’s here bleeding onto her fucking floor, asking about a possible patient. stubborn son of a bitch.
@copsaint cont.













