Samantha shook her head. "Not exactly. I mean, yes it was a fight or flight
response but....," she paused and took a breath. "I know I've intimated
that something happened and that I'm still recovering from it, and you've
been wonderful about not pressing me for details. Thank you for that, by
the way. But you should know, I think, before we go any further."
She reached out and laid her hand on his, needing the warmth of it. "Almost
two years ago now, I was shot on the courthouse steps; an assassination
attempt to derail a case I was prosecuting against one of Boston's more
influential Irish mafia families. I saw the man walking towards me. You'd
have thought he was out for a stroll on a fine summer's day. Just smiling,
probably humming or something. He walked right up to me, I thought he was
lost and going to ask me for directions. There was no malignant feel to him
at all. Then he pulled out the gun, stuck it into my stomach and boom. The
next thing I knew, six months had passed and I was in a rehab hospital."
By the time she'd finished, she realized that her fingers had threaded
through his and she was gripping his hand tight. She loosened her hold
immediately, in case he wanted to bolt or something.
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Date: 2015-04-07 12:49 pm (UTC)Samantha shook her head. "Not exactly. I mean, yes it was a fight or flight response but....," she paused and took a breath. "I know I've intimated that something happened and that I'm still recovering from it, and you've been wonderful about not pressing me for details. Thank you for that, by the way. But you should know, I think, before we go any further."
She reached out and laid her hand on his, needing the warmth of it. "Almost two years ago now, I was shot on the courthouse steps; an assassination attempt to derail a case I was prosecuting against one of Boston's more influential Irish mafia families. I saw the man walking towards me. You'd have thought he was out for a stroll on a fine summer's day. Just smiling, probably humming or something. He walked right up to me, I thought he was lost and going to ask me for directions. There was no malignant feel to him at all. Then he pulled out the gun, stuck it into my stomach and boom. The next thing I knew, six months had passed and I was in a rehab hospital."
By the time she'd finished, she realized that her fingers had threaded through his and she was gripping his hand tight. She loosened her hold immediately, in case he wanted to bolt or something.