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[246th]

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

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[fireinthe_hole]

When Boyd woke up this morning, the presence of the Lord was not heavy with him. Lately it had been present again, a guiding arrow. Even if the end of his path was not yet clear, the path itself was again illuminated.

And it pains Boyd to remember time and time again that he is so wrong to doubt. Because he has clearly been brought to this exact spot for a reason, this morning.

"Ma'am," he hedges, bending down onto one knee. "Can I be of service? You look most distressed and I am afraid rather flushed."

[246th]

American. She registers the accent. As a student, she went to New York, spent four days eating pizza and going to the theatre. It had been a pretty happy time in her life. She concentrates on that and trying to breathe.

"I think I'm bleeding," she says, not looking at him. "My baby."

[fireinthe_hole]

"Right, I will help you get to a doctor. I've been told we have an excellent clinic."

He gently puts an arm around her shoulders and moves to support her back. "May I ask, are you new here? Do you know where you are?"

[246th]

"Where's here?" she asks, aware that her tone is kind of shitty, that snippy tone that she mostly associates with Kate, but here she is. She'll feel sorry about it later.

"I don't..." she huffs out a breath. "I don't even bloody know where here is."

[justsookie]

Having been a waitress for over half a decade has taught Sookie a few things about reading emotions in others. Being a Councilwoman on the island has further pushed her to learn the faces, the names, of as many people as she can, all so that she can better represent them every day she goes in for work. Neither of these, though, is needed to see that the woman sitting on the Compound steps requires help, the sooner the better. The heavy pile of books in her arms is quickly set down and to the side as Sookie bends down, gingerly placing a hand on the other woman's shoulder.

"Excuse me?" she says, quietly, voice slightly unsure. "Miss, do you need to visit the clinic?"

[246th]

"I think my..." she swallows hard and squeezes her eyes shut and, irrationally, wishes that Clive was there to lean again. No. Billy. She wishes that Billy was there to lean again.

"I think I'm bleeding. Muh---Maybe."

[justsookie]

Maybe she just has children on the brain as of late, with how often Sookie's been heading over to the Children's Office, and how often she babysits the Pinocchio twins besides, but between the way that this woman is doubled over and the slip in her words, Sookie's eyes immediately open wide. Looking up and down the corridor, she can't help hoping that someone, anyone, might wander down the hall to help- but as Sookie's never been the type to wait as some kind of damsel in distress, she crouches further down, a hand reaching out for the woman's wrist.

"Here, I'll take you to see- t'see a doctor," Sookie offers, keeping her voice firm, hopefully reassuring. "Can you stand? You can lean on me, if you need."

[246th]

"Thankyou," says Martha, and she's reaching for the other woman's hand, starting to pull to her feet. She presses one hand against her bump. She presses one hand to her temple. "I think I'm...going out of my mind."

[number_unlucky]

I was on my way to the clinic when I saw her--and in my line of work, you didn't really miss when someone looked utterly shaken. It looked a lot like shock, or grief, or both.

Panic attack? ASD overstimulation? It really wasn't worth trying to diagnose at a distance.

I wiped my hair back from my face and crouched down in front of her. Blonde and in good shape, that was about all that was obvious. "Hey," I said, touching her knee gingerly, briefly, to let her know I was there but not to impose too much. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

[246th]

She rocks back and forwards, her arms across her belly. Her baby her baby her baby.

"He." She frowns. "I don't know. I think I might be. I think I'm bleeding." Her face creases and it's a moment before she can catch herself. "My baby."

[number_unlucky]

"Okay," I said quietly. "Right, my name is Remy, and I'm a doctor. I'll help you and your baby, okay? Um..." The 'he' hadn't escaped my notice, but how did you venture this sort of thing? "I have to ask, though, did someone hurt you?" I asked. "Did someone...assault you?"

Christ, not a rapist, not here.

[246th]

"Gary Rush," she says, and she lets herself trust this woman, this Remy, because she really doesn't have choice, does she? "A...client. Not guilty." She swallows. "He didn't..." She looks around, frown forming on her face. "I didn't. He was going to hit me."

[imastud_dude]

"Whoa," Puck said, sidestepping at the last second, just barely avoiding tripping right over her. She was breathing all funny and Puck wasn't going to just leave her like that. It might've been true that he was a dick, most of the time, but never let it be said that he ever abandoned a hot chick in need.

"Hey, lady," he said, dropping down into a crouch in front of her. "Are you okay?"

[246th]

"Martha," she says, because she's never, her whole life, been able to abide being called Lady. She lifts her head, arms still crossed across her belly. Another shooting pain stabs through her and she whimpers.

"My baby."

[imastud_dude]

"Whoa, um... okay," he said, his eyes widening and dropping to her stomach, and he wasn't an expert or anything, but she didn't look very far along. When Quinn had gone into labor, there had been a lot of screaming and a whole lot of bodily fluids and it had been, by far, the most scared he'd ever been in his life.

When his hand hovered near her belly, it must've been some kind of leftover reflex. Quinn hadn't liked him touching her, especially in public or at all toward the end of things, but it's instinct to be protective of a pregnant lady, especially when they're all knocked up because of you.

"We should get you to the clinic, right?"

[246th]

His hand hovers and she ought to pull away, she knows that, but it's such a reassuring gesture that she just grabs his hand with hers instead and squeezes. She drags in a breath through her nose and nods, her head swaying forward until it butts against his shoulders.

"If there's a clinic in this building you should take me," she says.

[dumbassbastards]

Rollie's not sure what it is that makes him turn around--a hitch of breath, maybe a tingle at the back of his neck--but he does and he sees someone sitting on the step he's just vacated, someone who definitely was not there before. Who maybe wasn't anywhere near here before.

"Hey, are you all right?" he says, spotting the way she's curled in on herself and trembling. "Can you look at me?"

[246th]

She manages to lift her head, still clinging onto herself, and she swallows. She barely registers the sky and the trees. Mostly, she wishes that Billy was there.

"I'm..." She trembles and closes her eyes for a moment. "Oh, God, I think I'm...I'm bleeding."

[dumbassbastards]

"Clinic's inside," says Rollie smoothly. It's not his clinic, but it's closer and fully equipped and he's nothing if not practical. "Can you get up? Can you come with me? I can find someone to help if you can't."

[246th]

"I can get up," she says, because she's got to get upp, because she's decided that she's got to. She reaches out and takes hold of his arm. "I'm sorry. I'm not...usually like this."

Obviously.