[B][center][h2]Paige Kennedy [/h2][/center][/b]


It was surreal, watching them, as they rushed in to her apartment. The police and the paramedics got there first. She hadnt moved from her slumped position against the back of her couch when they excitedly came through the door. While the suits secured her apartment and the body lying in her kitchen, the parademics started to tend to her. The female EMT immediately set about working on her head. Paige felt something like a boxer in the ring corner and she had just gone all twelve rounds. The young woman continued steadfastly in her work asking questions, gently probing, pushing and pressing to find broken bones or cracked ribs occasionally looking back behind her or talking to the police. Paige knew she was out of it. She could hear herself talking, but it was like there was a delay between the thought, the word and hearing it come out. The EMT told her she had a definite concussion from being slammed into the wall and her side was cut from the glass table shattering, though thankfully nothing had cut too deep. She was very lucky. 

It took her a little longer than usual to process it when Milo came through her door. He looked so worried and concerned. She'd been beaten up before, wrestled with fugitives, been kicked, punched, spit on and at only 130 lbs, generally tossed around, but nothing like this. The look he gave was one she'd never seen from him of caring and compassion. When she saw him her eyes locked on to his and her expression brightened into a weak, but unfiltered smile the polar opposite of when they'd only first seen each other at the Winter Party. "Hey," She said weakly as he knelt beside her feeling the tenderness in his touch as he brushed her hair aside. "I fired the elevator guy." She said with a small cough and a joking grin that feebly attempted to cover her pain and disorientation. 

A mechanical clang sounded as two officers lifted the stretcher carrying the bagged body of her attacker, its feet locked in place and they began rolling it away. Paige tilted her head a little and looked past Milo her expression fading as she watched them wheel out the hitman. "I think our mutual friend from the other day sent him." She said still watching as the paramedic continued to clean up her face. "I also think I'm going to the hospital." She continued as another EMT arrived pushing a second stretcher. "Just go in there and get me some clothes," She nodded towards her bedroom. "You know what I usually wear." In her injured state, she didn't really care what he found in there and thought maybe he'd like that she'd placed the picture of him, Ana and herself in a small frame on her dresser.  

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