Apollo let out a sigh. That’s all he could do as he lied there in the stretcher that the paramedics demand he be put into. He listened to the hum of the ambulance’s motor, as well as the sound of its sirens as he felt it hit small bumps in the road.
“ Alright, Mr. Justice, what exactly happened here? You have blood all over you, and not a single scratch to show where it came from. Please, fill us in,” one bulky paramedic murmured as he looked at the attorney.
Apollo didn’t say anything for a moment as he simply turned his head to peer at the blonde haired female in the other stretcher. She was lying there quietly, her face almost as white as a ghost’s.
“Her,” Apollo finally murmured. “I got shot in the stomach in the court room, and that girl somehow made me choke up the bullet. And the wound on my stomach was completely gone. She put her hands on me, and all the pain just…went away.”
The paramedic snorted.