‘’Let go of her now, ma’am.’’ The tall, dark piercing eyes man says, harshly.

I slowly let go of Hannah and raise my hands over my head. They put their weapons down and make their way to me. The shorter blond women checks me for any drugs or dangers. I’m clear. They pull me away from Hannah and give hand me over to a medic. She’s tall, African American and is drop dead gorgeous. Her soothing voice breaks me away from my racing thoughts. 

‘’Are you hurt?’’ She asks, sweetly.

I shake my head.

‘’Would you like something to clean yourself up a bit?’’

I nod. She leaves to get it. I look at my hands. The blood has already begun to dry. A few moments later she’s back with a warm wet cloth. I rub the blood off harshly from my hands. When I’m done, I throw it one the ground and stand. Where is she? I look around and my eyes land on her. There are four medics around her body. One of them shakes their head, shameful. The one standing by checks his watch and writes it down. They work together and put her in a bag. A black body bag. Quickly, they zip it up. Fuck.