❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞
❝𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞
. . • ☆ . ° .• -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-°:. *₊ ° .
She never wanted to associate further with the family business than she had in the past but the deathly threats in Beacon Hills asked for an ally. One that knew t...
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𝐕. DISAPPOINTING REALITY
Slim fingers ran over the white bandage around the stitched-up wound in the lower arm, a memory that the explosion could have been worse for her. Many deputies gave their life when half of the department was destroyed by the immense shockwaves of air; throwing the nails hidden inside the package through the room, followed closely by the sharp shards of glass from the window that separated the Sheriff's main office and the desks of the Deputy's on the outside.
Deputy Parrish drove her to the Beacon Hills Memorial after arresting Christopher and Derek once again, locking each of them up in one cell; the doors closed automatically with the keycard pulled through the card reader beside the bars. When Melissa took her time to patch up the wound on her lower arm, the questions about the incident started to tremble out of her mouth; the concern was written about her concentrated expression when Scott's name was mentioned.
As soon as the nurse was done with her work, Amber left the hospital room and went for the elevator. When she stepped inside, her finger pressed the zero on one of the buttons. As soon as the sound announced that she had arrived on the destination floor, she walked towards the front part where the reception area was. Turning another corner to reach the hallway that led to the exit revealed a surprising sight. Jordan was seated on one of the stools between different patients; a cup of coffee was tightly in one of his large hands, and calm breaths left his parted lips as he blew the gathered air on the hot liquid to reach the right temperature for a sip.
The jacket that belonged to his usual attire was draped over one of his legs, the minor stains of her blood still covering the lower arm area of the army-green material. Brushing the blonde strands out of her face, she didn't want to see how messy her appearance must be after the night was utter terror and filled with panic. Both of her hands pushed into the back pockets of her skinny black jeans; Amber stepped closer to the total figure of the Deputy; the smile that she tried to cover up underneath the cold front forced its way through.
" You've waited the entire time? " The head covered in shorts strands of auburn hair snapped to the side and upwards to look at the source of the voice; even if he already knew who it belonged to from the first word. Soft eyes traveled over her body and directed towards the bandage around her arm; a pleased smile formed on the dry lips of the Deputy. After the protest against medical treatment or at least a little bit of help, Amber agreed to get the wound treated at the Beacon Memorial before an infection would spread out.
" I had to make sure you're not running away from the needle, Miss Argent. " Jordan chuckled, amused by the surprised expression on her facial features that he was still around. Standing up from the uncomfortable stool, he moved carefully to not spill the coffee over the rest of his uniform after the jacket was already stained.
" No duties to fulfill tonight? " The curiosity about the further actions of the Katashi investigation showed underneath the innocent and sweet smile on her plump lips. Walking towards the exit doors of the hospital, Jordan followed the Argent closely but slower as he tried to take the first sip of his coffee, the jacket draped over his muscular arm.
