“Ethan, you’re not going to lose me. Ever.”
“You can’t say that, Jordan. You really messed Toby up. You’re going to jail for beating the shit out of him, not that he didn’t deserve it. They might kill you. I’ll never see you again.”
“Nah. It’ll be okay. I’ll beat this no problem.” Alicia shook her head at Jordan, whose face fell. He raised an eyebrow at her and she drew her finger across her throat, indicating for him to finish the phone call. “Hey, bud, I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yeah. See ya.”
Handing the telecommunicator back to Alicia he looked her straight in the eyes. “I’m really screwed, aren’t I?”
“Pretty much. What in hell were you thinking, attacking Toby like that right out in the open? Granted he deserved it. Both Troy and I got a kick in ourselves. We’re waiting to see if there’s going to be any fallout from that.
“I wasn’t thinking. He practically killed my best friend. I wanted to do the same to him. Alicia, you know how it was when we were back in school, how he took after the bullies that kept punching and kicking me. You know, the proverbial ninety-eight pound weakling.” He sighed and hung his head. “I’m not getting out of this one, am I?”
She shook her head no. “I don’t see how you can. There were too many witnesses who all said the same thing. You came out of nowhere and beat the shit out of him. You’ve never been in any kind of legal trouble, so you might get off with a lighter sentence. When you get arraigned, it’s going to be like a catch twenty-two.
“If you declare your innocence, you’ll go to trial and probably found guilty. If you plead guilty you’ll most likely receive the same sentence you would from a trial. I’m going to try to talk them into letting me represent you. They may not, given the relationship between you and Ethan. If the two of you were boyfriends, they for sure wouldn’t let me.”
“I love him, Alicia. He’s more of a brother to me than my own arrogant, self-absorbed brother. I’d do anything for him.” Jordan snorted. “I guess I kinda have, haven’t I”
She nodded. “My brother feels the same way about you. If only you were gay, the two of you would make an awesome couple.” Duncan blushed slightly as he smiled. She put her hand on his arm, glaring at the guard as if challenging her to do something about it. “I promise you, Duncan, I will do everything I can to get you out of this. I’ll be back soon.”
Ethan lay back in the bed watching a televideo about Jordan, a lone tear escaping. Chris walked into the room and, noticing what Ethan was watching, turned the telecaster off. “You don’t need to be watching that shit,” he said as he wiped the tear from Ethan’s cheek.
“It’s my fault, Chris. It’s all my fault. I wish I had a Tardis so I could go back in time and prevent myself from ever meeting Patrick.”
“A Tardis. It’s from an old serial called Doctor Who. Here,” he answered, flipping through the videos on his telecommunicator until he found the one he was looking for, then showing it to Chris, “this is a Tardis. It’s kinda like a time machine.”
“That’s pretty cool. I’d like to see the video.”
“I’ll show it to you sometime. Right now I just want to go home, that’s all.”
“Have the doctors given you any idea when that will be?”
“Maybe a few days. I’ve gained all the weight back that I lost; I just have to have therapy for my muscled to rebuild my strength and help with dealing with everything emotionally. I’ll be seeing Dorothy again.”
“That’s a good thing. I really like her.”
“Yeah, she’s awesome.” They talked about different things until the dinner trays arrived.
“Your Honor, my client fully realizes what he did and the ramifications thereof and is prepared to make restitution. I would only ask that, when you pass sentence, you take into consideration that Mr. Sims was out on bond stemming from the aforementioned case against him arising from the crimes he committed against Mr. Ethan Evans, my client’s best friend.
"Upon the conclusion for the current trial regarding said crimes, he is also facing an attempted murder charge stemming from poisoning Mr. Evans in the hospital.”
“Throughout these entire proceedings I have watched Mr. Sims very closely. I have personally witnessed absolutely no remorse whatsoever over the poisoning of Mr. Evans. However, I cannot allow what basically amounts to a vigilante attack on Mr. Sims to go unpunished. I’m sure you understand that, Mr. Mills.”
Jordan rose and bowed respectfully to the judge. “I do, Your Honor.”
“Very well. I’m going to go out on a limb here, Mr. Mills. As you have demonstrated respect for this court and the law, and have demonstrated remorse at what you have done, I hereby sentence you to one-thousand hours of community service, a five-thousand dollar fine and order you to pay all of Mr. Sims’ medical bills and subject yourself to anger management counseling.”
The judge banged his gavel. “These proceedings are now closed.”
Jordan pulled Alicia into a fierce hug. “I don’t know how to thank you for keeping my ass out of jail. I just don’t know how I’m going to pay everything,” he said, releasing her.
“Your paycheck will be garnished, but they can’t take more than ten-percent. Since you have a good job and make a pretty decent salary, you should be fine. You know we’ll all help you any way we can.
“We all know that this was all a spur-of-the-moment thing and you’ve never shown any kind of violent tendencies, so the anger management counseling shouldn’t take too long.” Linking her arm with his, they left the courtroom.
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