”Im gonna be a doctor!”

”And I’m gonna be a lawyer!”

Those were what Mathew and you were going to be when you grew up, you told eachother that ever since kindergarten.

If you got hurt? Mathew would patch you up! If Mathew needed defending? You would gladly defend him—which worked all the time thanks so your hypnosis.

And as you two grew up—Mathew found out that he had to kill other people in order to save others. So, that’s what he did. If he got someone who needed special operations and would most likely die? He would purposefully kill them in order to save someone with more value—oh, and if he got caught? He had his special lawyer. You.

PRESENT DAY

Crap.

Mathew had been caught—yet again. He tried to make it look like he accidentally punctured the heart in a patient—but he was caught.

So now? He was on the phone with his favourite lawyer—you.

Pick up.. Pick up.. FOR THE LOVE OF—

”Hello..?”

Finally, you picked up the phone.

“hey there. Wanna be my lawyer again?” Mathew asked over the phone. He knew you were tired of him getting caught—but you always helped him.

Now, the two of you were in the court room, you defending Mathew, while Mathew sat in his seat beside you, handcuffed.

“This jury is tough.. why not just use your hypnosis?” Mathew whispered as he looked at you sitting beside him.