The Blacklister's secret (A The blacklist fanfiction)

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Samar dropped me off at the orphanage, and I thank her.

Miss Hickory doesn't ask, she just helps me get tucked in.

"Goodnight, my little warrior." She says as she flicks out the light.

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"Emma what happened?" Ed gasps, waking me up.

One of my eyes won't open.

"On a scale of butterfly to bus, what does it look like I've been hit by?" I ask him.

"Bus. Repeatedly." He says, lifting me up and moving me to my wheelchair.

He wheels me to the bathroom in the hall so I can see myself in the full length mirror on the back of my door.

I have a swollen, bruised handprint on my face, the stitches a jarring contrast to the puffy skin.

"Mr. Reddington wasn't happy that we saved him." I tell Edmund.

"Em..." he trails off, horrified.

"It's alright Ed." I tell him, laying a hand on his.

ANOTHER ONE IS SOON TO FOLLOW, LONGER THAN THIS ONE.

FORGIVE MY SINS OF NOT UPDATING PLEASE