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TONIGHT
THE MOMENT EBEN AND STELLA WALKED OUT THE DOOR, Freya leapt into action. She made sure that Ben was okay and then she left him with Helen as she went outside to retrieve her medical bags from the car. Jake helped her carry them inside, and then she set them on one of the desks so she could grab what she would need to treat a gunshot wound.
"Baby, I'm gonna need you to go with Jake, okay?" Freya said when her son had drifted to her side again. It was obvious Ben just wanted to be near her. To be wrapped in his mother's safe embrace after what happened. And even though Freya would rather console her son, she had no other choice but to help the prisoner. She made an oath when she became a doctor. An oath to help everyone no matter what. So she was going to do what she could for the prisoner⎯⎯even if she would hate every moment of it.
Ben looked up at her and frowned, and the sight broke her heart. Freya put everything down and cupped his face in her hands. "I promise I'll be quick, okay? And then I'll come and sit with you." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Now go sit with Jake, baby. I'm going to need your Grandma's help with the prisoner."
Reluctantly, Ben moved away toward his uncle. Jake wrapped an arm around his nephew and guided him over to their grandmother's desk. They sat down, and Jake pulled out a comic book from Ben's backpack to distract the boy while Freya worked.
Turning away, Freya grabbed everything she would need from the medical bags and then looked at Helen. "You ready?"
Helen nodded. "Let's get this over with."
They entered the holding-cell together, and Freya placed everything on the cot beside Helen, who sat down on the edge of the mattress. They both pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and Freya began with approaching the Stranger with a pair of scissors.
"Listen here, and listen carefully," she said, and the prisoner looked her in the eye. "If you even think about trying anything, Helen there will use the taser and you'll be pissing bolts for the rest of your life. Got it?"
