Psych Evaluations (Jason/Emma)

I sigh. Obviously you didn't get the memo. The victim is my brother. The trial is for those bastards who killed him. They are going to spend the rest of their lives in jail most likely.

I nodded as I then ran a hand through his hair in a motherly type of way. "I am so sorry. Why did they do that to your brother?"

I clear my throat. I appreciate the sentiment, but you're probably five years older than me. The motherly thing isn't really working for me, sorry-I just um. I don't handle physical affection well right now. I take a deep breath. It was hazing. They told him that he had to ride his motorcycle along the overpass. They purposely scared him and he drove right off.

A frown was still on my lips as I then said, "Tell me their names and I will make sure that they are going to stay in jail for the rest of their lives. I am sorry you had to go through this whole ordeal." I then looked at the scar where he tried to shoot himself as she winced even just looking at the scar.

I sigh. John Evans, Mark Santos, Jake Artiste. They are the only boys who deserve to go to jail. The rest of the team didn't know what was happening. I run a hand through my hair. I trace the scar on the side of my head before crossing my arms over my chest.

I nod as I then said, "The EMTs were in here when you were passed out and said that you are to stay laying down for a while after what happened. They said that if you get up to fast you might pass out again and cause some serious health issues to develop inside of your body." I kept frowning.

I raise my eyebrows and chuckle. The best medicine for me right now is a glass of whiskey, but your American government is stupid enough to let kids drive before they can drink. I miss Irish pubs. I shake my head.

I laughed a bit as I then shook my head. "I would offer you a drink, but I would get my doctorate taken away." I then ran a hand through my hair.

I smirk. Irish men keep secrets pretty well. I wink. Luck of the Irish and all. I raise my eyebrows playfully.

I laughed some more as I then shook my head. "I am not so sure. I would love to keep my job to help more people in need." I smile as I then look out the window and sigh a bit as it then starts to gently rain.

I chuckle and stand up slowly. My head only hurts a little bit. I walk to the window and lean against the wall as I look out. My face grows more serious. I just hum in response to her statement.