Jim Gordon immediately contacted the family, who rushed to the precinct. “We want to run tests to make sure” Jim Gordon said talking to the family outside his office. Y/n was quiet, she was in Jim’s office, she could hear the muffled voices. She was confused.
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@Nanno_The small room in the GCPD was quiet, save for the low hum of the precinct beyond the door. It smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. The single chair was hard, the fluorescent light overhead too bright. Y/n sat, her arms wrapped around herself. The darkening bruises on her skin stood out against the pale grey of the borrowed sweatshirt. Her lip throbbed.
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