Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

My Savior

"Alright Mr. Maron," the girl in a pantsuit sat in front of me, a notepad in hand. "I'm Ms. McKnight, and I have some simple questions for you, and this'll be over soon if you answer my questions truthfully. If you lie, you could be facing time in jail due to corrupting a federal case."

"Uh, okay..." I mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

What is going on?

Where's Tom?

"So Mr. Maron, these questions aren't hard at all. Ready?"

"Do I need a lawyer?" I croaked out, trying to organize my jumbled thoughts.

"I'm your lawyer, Mr. Maron. James Hayes is filing a lawsuit against you for impeding on his Fourth Amendment, because you supposedly used his Youtube and Twitter account without his permission."

"Wait, what?"

"First question-"

"N-No, wait. I have some questions first," I interrupted.

"I can not answer your questions, Mr. Maron, for this is a federal case, and-"

"Excuse me," a familiar voice interjected from the doorframe. "Mr. Maron and I have some business to do, so if you'd kindly exit the room."

I studied the man's stature, and his dark green eyes. His olive-toned skin complemented his eyes, he was in a dark suit.

"You must be mistaken," McKnight began, setting down her pen. "I'm Mr. Maron's lawyer, and we are discussing something."

I watched as the man flashed a police badge, shooing McKnight out of the room.

"Hey," the man grabbed the attention of the doctors in the room. "Leave us, please. This is confidential."

They immediately followed his orders, scurrying out of the room.

"Sorry about that," the man said, his stern voice softening.

"I-I... It's okay..." I mumbled, trying to figure out how I knew him.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, pulling a small note sheet out of his back pocket.

"Um... I'd like to see Tom," I muttered.

"Okay. Would you be more comfortable with him in the room?"

"Uh," I stuttered, surprised he was accepting my request. "Yes, p-please."

He got up from his seat, moving towards the door.

I know him.

"Alright, so," he began to explain as Tom followed him into the room. "I'm going to question you about your kidnapping. Please tell me anything you're comfortable with sharing, and don't lie. We don't want you to get in trouble, we want to help you."

"Who was the chick?" Tom asked, sitting on the opposite side of my bed.

"Some random poser looking for money. Yes, James is filing a lawsuit, no, Ms. McKnight is not a lawyer. I'm getting you a real lawyer, a good one. James is going to lose that case, so don't worry about it," the man explained.

"How do you know?" Tom spoke for me, clutching onto my hand, examining the man sitting in front of us.

"We're in Europe, not the United States. The constitution doesn't apply, his case is worthless. The only reason he filed that case was to lower his sentence for the kidnapping."

I swallowed the gathering saliva in my throat, still in shock from all that was happening at once.

I'm alive because of this man.

"Thank you," I blurted out.

The man furrowed his brow, staring at me. "For what?"

"Y-You saved me. You shot James..."

I watched his expression stiffen, as he looked down at his notepad.

"Just doing my job, Mr. Maron," he mumbled, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

"What's y-your name?"

"Officer Campbell. Ethan Campbell..." he said in a whisper, clearing his throat. "Okay, let's start from the beginning. Tell me everything your comfortable with sharing at this point."