(Y/n) cowered in her stance, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact with the flustered cop holding her shoulders. She forgot about the... secret.
Should have probably remembered that she was supposed to be quiet about that.
"Why would you do that?!"
"Umm... Could you kind of... forget that you heard that?"
"You're just asking for trouble!"
(Y/n) sighed, slowly raising her arms up to his shoulders as well.
"I'm not dead yet, am I?"
Tyler's eyes scanned hers, trying to identify any hint of false intentions. He wasn't necessarily 'angry' with her. Just more so scared than anything else. For what reason? Why, isn't it obvious?
His hand hurriedly searched the appropriate areas of her body for any injury or wound. (Y/n), startled by the action, stammered out her concern.
"T-Tyler, what are you-"
"Did he hurt you?"
