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Sam was hesitant to heal Matt again since he tried to leave without her awareness. Eventually she did since he wouldn't stop complaining about being in pain, which he wouldn't have been complaining about if he didn't know Sam could heal him instantaneously.

"If I heal heal your poor little fractured rib, will you shut the fuck up?" She snapped with a frown as she stood in her kitchen, aggressively cleaning a plate. Matt hummed, nodding. "Good you're cocky."

"It's one of my favorite traits." He joked, scooting to the side with a soft groan as Sam sat down on the bed. Her hand reached for his side, and he grumbled in pain as she pressed down aggressively.

"Stop squirming unless you want your organs to turn into one." Matt suddenly froze as her hands began to glow, healing the rib.

"You can do that?"

"If I actually wanted to. You moving around was just annoying." She pulled her hands away as Matt frowned.

"Well, you were pressing into a cracked rib."

"Had to make sure it was the right one." She hummed, patting his cheek before standing up. "I have to go. My client and I are meeting up and I promised I'd be early, but now I'm late." Sam grabbed her purse, turning to Matt who was staring ahead, his head slightly tilted.

"Goodbye, Sammy." Matt called out as Sam sighed quietly.

"See you later, Matt. Don't go falling down the stairs again." He chuckled softly as she walked out of the apartment.

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"Hello, Miss Benson. I'm so sorry I'm late. A friend of mine had a bit of an accident." Sam shut the door of her office after letting Harley walk in, who sniffled slightly and wiped a tear away.

"Are they okay?" She asked as Sam scoffed.

"He would say he's okay just so you'd stop bugging him about it. But yes, he's doing better than I thought." Sam set her bag down on her desk, letting Harley sit down as she did.

"So, I was able to talk to a grand jury, and they are thinking that with enough of this evidence, they can throw him in jail for let's say... 10 to 15 years and file a restraining order."

"Ten to fifteen? No I want him away for life!" Harley argued as Sam raised her hands in defense, taking in a sharp breath.

"I know that... It's not the sentence you want, Miss Benson. But this rarely happens in DV cases. You're very lucky to have taken these pictures and have a jury give your abuser the sentence he deserves."

Harley shook her head. "He's going to come back." Sam held her soft frown, stopping a smirk from appearing.

"I have my doubts. Now, trial is in three days from now. Your abuser has been taken into custody for the time being. And if all goes well, the two of us could win some money. Does this sound okay with you?" Sam smiled softly as Harley slowly nodded. "Great. It would be best for you to find something suitable for trial today rather than at the last minute."

"I don't— Mark destroyed all of my good clothes... He said that um... That it was like i was cheating on him.." Sam's eye twitched slightly before she sucked in another shark breath, shrugging.

"That's alright. Here, I recommend this store to a lot of my clients that don't have appropriate clothing. The store is very inexpensive and none of it looks faux. And I'm pretty sure it's not." Sam wrote down the address to a store, slipping the paper over to Harley, who smiled softly.

"Thank you." She said quietly, the two standing up.

"I do hope this goes well for you. No one deserves something like this." Harley nodded, walking out slowly.

Once the door had shut, Sam let out a sigh, sitting back down as her phone went off. "Oh for the love of— hello?" She answered quickly, leaning back as she waited for an answer. "Hello?"

"Miss me?" Sam frowned in confusion as she crossed her legs.

"Who is this?" She asked, spinning her chair around to see the view of Hell's Kitchen.

"You don't remember me?"

"Is this the pizza guy that tried flirting with me last month? I told you, I'm not interested—"

"This isn't the pizza guy." He interrupted as Sam frowned.

"Well now I know it's not. He doesn't interrupt me. Seriously, who the hell is this?"

"Do you remember the night of our graduation party? You jumped off a roof into a pool..." Sam stood up as she frowned, her eyes flickering everywhere.

"Ben? How did— how did you get this number?"

"I know some people. Heard you got a law firm in Hell's Kitchen. That you found an old friend. How's Matty doing?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Ben if you did anything to Matt I swear to god—"

"You're little boyfriend is fine. Trust me, I'm no where near wherever he is. I just wanna chat. Catch up a bit, maybe have a drink. What about tonight?"

Sam laughed, shaking her head. "Sorry, Ben. But whatever happened to you in the last five or six years sounds like a personal problem. I recommend Doctor McGyver, my old therapist. He's good. You should see him."

"I don't need a damn therapist, Sammy. I want to see you."

"Not happening. See you never." Sam quickly hung up despite Ben's yelling, staring down at her phone and quickly blocking the number.

Her hand trembled nervously and she grabbed her bag, shoving papers inside of it before running out of her office and back to her own apartment, where she hoped and prayed Matt was still there, safe.

sorry it's been like a week or two since I last published this. Got distracted a lot and never had time. (also apologies for the short chapter, I really had no idea where I was going with this.)