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She's walking away from Clive and thinking about what she said to Nick the other day, what she told him about integrity of justice and how they all matter, because they have to matter, because they ought to, if she's doing her job properly. Some of them just seem to mean the world. Innocent until proven guilty, four words to live by but it's looking less and less likely.
"Hey! Is it a boy or a girl?"
She barely hears him, her mind is working too fast. He comes out of nowhere and it takes Martha a moment to even register who it is.
Rush. Gary Rush. Who stole her stockings and sent that medal, Gary Rush who's a complete bastard, who only got off because she's just that good at her job and in a courtroom nobody can touch her but here? Here she's just frightened. He's got her by the hands, and she's dimly aware of trying to talk to him, of calling him Mr Rush and never Gary but then he's snapping in her face and all that she can is cower. It's not even the first time that she's been attacked in court but everything's different now and all that she can think is my baby my baby my baby my baby my
It fills her whole head as Gary Rush's breath pushes its way into her mouth
"You promised that you'd represent me, Martha. You promised. You've been lying to me, Martha. You've been lying to me."
And she turns her face and waits for the inevitable, feeling weak and powerless and so, so alone.
And the inevitable never comes.
She opens her eyes and she's standing in a concrete corridor. She's sure that it's nowhere she's ever been before. Her wrists ache and there's a sudden sharp pain in her belly and it's back, so loud that she can't hear anything over it.
My baby my baby my baby my baby my baby my
There's a door and she stumbles through it.
She sits down on a rough concrete step.
She's so scared that she barely even notices how blue the sky is.
Head down. She breathes.
"Hey! Is it a boy or a girl?"
She barely hears him, her mind is working too fast. He comes out of nowhere and it takes Martha a moment to even register who it is.
Rush. Gary Rush. Who stole her stockings and sent that medal, Gary Rush who's a complete bastard, who only got off because she's just that good at her job and in a courtroom nobody can touch her but here? Here she's just frightened. He's got her by the hands, and she's dimly aware of trying to talk to him, of calling him Mr Rush and never Gary but then he's snapping in her face and all that she can is cower. It's not even the first time that she's been attacked in court but everything's different now and all that she can think is my baby my baby my baby my baby my
It fills her whole head as Gary Rush's breath pushes its way into her mouth
"You promised that you'd represent me, Martha. You promised. You've been lying to me, Martha. You've been lying to me."
And she turns her face and waits for the inevitable, feeling weak and powerless and so, so alone.
And the inevitable never comes.
She opens her eyes and she's standing in a concrete corridor. She's sure that it's nowhere she's ever been before. Her wrists ache and there's a sudden sharp pain in her belly and it's back, so loud that she can't hear anything over it.
My baby my baby my baby my baby my baby my
There's a door and she stumbles through it.
She sits down on a rough concrete step.
She's so scared that she barely even notices how blue the sky is.
Head down. She breathes.