The Good Doctor's Bodyguard
“You do know that I don’t tolerate weapons anywhere near my patients, right?”
Tyra leaned her elbow on the crate and spun the pistol in her hand “What? Ты с ума сошла? I feel naked without a gun. And that asshole was gonna go for the knife in his sleeve anyway. He would’ve caused quite the disturbance, something that the medics in there can’t afford. Besides, I’m your bodyguard. Remember? It’s my job to keep you safe from little shits like him, min ven.”
Angela crossed her arms and glared at her partner “I can take care of myself, you know. We could have resolved that peacefully instead of threatening him… Were you really going to shoot him in the knee caps and throw him in the dumpster?”
“…Maybe. For all we know, he could’ve been a sick and twisted, pedophile. Hell, stupid junkie even runs like one.” Tyra adjusted her aviator glasses and holstered the pistol before crossing her arms and standing by the tent’s entrance.
Angela shook her head “Vi ses senare, kära” She said before going back inside. Even after a horrible typhoon that ravaged the city, there are still people committing crimes. How many times had she seen this every time she and Tyra try to help the victims of these catastrophes? What about the authorities? What are they doing? She sighed. Maybe Overwatch does need to be reformed.
A nurse handed her the patient’s info pad and she looked over it. She dismissed the nurse with a nod “Tack.”
“Låt oss se vad vi kom hit …” She muttered to herself before tying her hair back into a ponytail and adjusted her glasses. A doctor’s work is never done.
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