Trouble in River City - AU Bruce and Speirs
Ron Speirs could think back as far as first grade and recall more fights than he could count. It seemed that this was in another long string.
He leaned back against the cold wall of the cell and looked down at the shirt that had once been white. The guy had gotten in a good punch and blood had streamed down his face. There was a serious rip in his jacket, too, which was bad because he didn't have a whole lot of money for another one and it was starting to get damn cold.
Ron sighed and dropped his head back as well, closing his eyes. He'd twisted his ankle when the cops had showed up, not running, of course, but getting hauled off the bleeding body on the ground. The psychologist they'd brought in said it was PTSD, but he didn't really care what it was. It was just necessary.
He leaned back against the cold wall of the cell and looked down at the shirt that had once been white. The guy had gotten in a good punch and blood had streamed down his face. There was a serious rip in his jacket, too, which was bad because he didn't have a whole lot of money for another one and it was starting to get damn cold.
Ron sighed and dropped his head back as well, closing his eyes. He'd twisted his ankle when the cops had showed up, not running, of course, but getting hauled off the bleeding body on the ground. The psychologist they'd brought in said it was PTSD, but he didn't really care what it was. It was just necessary.