CHAPTER ONE: THREE MONTHS LATER
"Amanda I'm home, Amanda?"
"I'm in here Lynn!" Amanda called from the bedroom that the two of them now shared
"There you are, it's that time of the day again. Show me."
Amanda sighed and held up her wrists for her daily suicide-risk check, "Hmmm, your wounds seem to be healing up good." Lynn planted a gentle kiss to each of Amanda's bruises and finally laid on the bed next to her.
"So, Anything interesting happen at work today?"
Lynn sighed, "A little boy died before I could get to him."
"It's okay Lynn," Amanda laid her hand on Lynn's shoulders, offering comfort.
"Then a teenage patient tried to force my tongue down his throat, turns out that he was an escaped mental patient who wanted to take his own life."
Amanda now saw tears falling from Lynn's brown eyes but a few seconds later, Lynn smiled, "Wow, what an interesting suicide. Sexual suffocation."
"Lynn, you truly are one sick individual." laughed Amanda
"What did you do today?" Lynn laid her head on her companion's chest, the rhythmic sound of Amanda's heartbeat soothed her.
"I picked up some supplies for future games then I came home."
Lynn closed her eyes as Amanda held her close, "Good night Doctor Denlon."
"Good night Amanda Young."
