Rookie's POV:
I open my eyes to see myself back in the abandoned house, laying on a couch.
How am I still alive?
I try to get up, but wince as I look down and see the excessive amount of bandages wrapped around my chest.
Frank really meant it.
I think.
I see a blurry figure walking towards me, and once it's close enough I begin to see that it's Frank.
"Oh thank goodness you're awake." He smiles "we couldn't tell if you were unconscious or... you know..."
"Yeah."
I begin to slip in and out of consciousness during my conversation with Frank.
"Hey," he says, noticing my lack of focus "you should get some sleep."
"You sure I'll wake up?" I ask worriedly.
He takes my hand "I promise. You're just going to have to trust me." He kisses my cheek.
"Just close your eyes Rookie, I'm right here." He slightly lifts our intertwined hands so I can see them "You're okay."
I take a deep breath "Okay." And slowly close my eyes.
