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The Detective scowled before he handed back the piece of paper. "Patronus? This will be even better!" He laughed before he turned to one of his other officers, and the pair shared a chuckle.

"How would the Patronus like to hear about how you fought two cops, and were slinging dope in Asteria City? I thought they stood for shit like truth and justice." He said, pointing to the paper.

"You're going to remember what happened, and I'm going to damn make sure of that."

Adriaan looked at the indicated paper before gave the Detective a questioning stare. He finally slid the paper, still blank, back towards the Detective before reaching a hand towards the button to summon a nurse.

When the nurse came, a Police officer blocked her entrance, and the Detective gave a glare back to Adriaan, before he kinked one of his IV Fluids, which was providing vital medicine to him.

"Oops..." The Detective said, before he slid back the paper.

"You got busted from a fight, an illegal fight I might add before you decided to resist arrest and fight two cops, and then, we found this vial of Pattern on you." He said, pointing to the paper.

"Fess up and things will go a lot smoother for you."

Adriaan's eye shifted to the IV and back to the detective, then to the paper and the pen in his hand. There was a sense of unease writhing in the pit of his stomach as he hesitated...

"Tick tock." The Detective said.

Still Adriaan made no more to write the requested statement, and he looked to the doorway where an officer was arguing with a nurse. The monitors showed an elevation in heart rate.

The Detective scowled, and then snatched the paper.

"If that's how you want to be? I'm going to throw the book at your birdie ass! You think the DA Will cut you a deal? Fat chance." He said, letting the IV Unkink, before he turned to the officer. The Nurse and the officer were still arguing, and so the Detective closed the curtain, and wrapped his hand firmly around a part of Adriaan's wing that wasn't wrapped up, and he began to tug, not enough to cause further damage, but perhaps enough to cause excruciating pain.

"You know, in the Empire they like to chop off your wings. That's what I hear."

Adriaan grit his teeth, which sent an explosion of pain through his jaw along with the broken wing. He hissed deeply and he twisted to grab the Detective's arm, but his wrist was still restrained to the hospital bed and the restraints brought his arm up short.

To the side of his bed, the heart rate monitor was spiking and his vision swam as he bit off the sounds of pain that threatened to bubble up from his throat.

The point was made though.

The echo of the pain lingered long after the Detective released his wing, and his hand shook as he began to write.

I am guilty of the following. Unsanctioned street fighting, resisting arrest, attacking a police officer, and distributing Pattern.

He scribbled his signature on the bottom of it before sliding it towards the detective silently.

The Detective took the statement and then turned to the officer.

"We'll be in touch." He said, before he turned to leave.