Seeing Marcel Jefferson being hit, Lindsay Carpenter stood still as reason slowly began to return to her.
Purple Summers and another legal intern helped Jefferson up.
The bailiff took control of the situation, and one of them came over to ask if they needed to go to the hospital.
Jefferson gingerly touched his split lip, shaking his head. With only an hour left before the court session, they had to quickly come up with a strategy. A trip to the hospital would waste precious time they did not have.
Purple handed him a tissue, and as Jefferson spread his hand to look, he saw it was covered in bright red blood.
The bailiffs, meaning well, led them to a rest room to avoid any more impulsive confrontations with Leon Brown's men before the hearing began.
Brown's bodyguards were robust; Jefferson was frail. A single punch had left him seeing stars for a long time.
