Jessalyn Stewart tossed her gloves in the garbage and wiped the sweat from her eye and leaned back in her chair. As much as she love her job working in a busy bloodbank, she got so sick of putting the gangbangers back together again when it seemed like all they wanted to do was kill each other. She smiled at the night shift tech who was seated across from her. Gabriel, call me Gabe, Rodin had been working in the bloodbank for as long as Jessalyn could remember, and it intrigued her as to why he preferred to stay on nights. “That was a close one Gabe. It amazes me how much younger these victims are getting. It’s like these gangs have no respect for life.”
“They don’t Jess. To them its all a pissing contest about dominance.” Gabe let his dark gaze wander over Jessalynn’s petite body and his smile widened over her mop of curly hair. She was so young, so innocent. “The way of life on the streets is often kill or be killed, almost like the lions from the African plains.”
She leaned forward with her elbows on the bench. “I understand that but it doesn’t make sense. These kids have to learn that pissing on everything around you doesn’t make you the king. What they need is to go through Doc Marten’s Real Deal program and check out the morgue and see one of their friends laying on a slab with a toe tag. Maybe that will scare them straight.” She looked up at the clock. “Twenty-three hundred, I’m out of here Gabe. There’s a fresh shipment of blood on the way since this guy drank almost all of my A pos. Have a good night.”
“Have a good one Jessalynn and be careful out there, we haven’t gotten the retaliation shooting yet.” He bit his lip trying not to smile over her quirky remark about the gangbanger drinking all her blood, if only she knew.
“Careful is my middle name Gabe.” She stood and washed her hands then hung up her lab coat. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
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