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"So we are screwed no matter what."

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Tiffany Johnson

I opened up my eyes and the bright light caused me to shut them fast and squeeze them tight.

My head was hurting so I brought my left hand up to hold my head but pain was in my wrist. I sucked it a sharp breath causing a hissing sound. "Fuck." I mumble and slowly opened my eyes up.

After blinking what felt like a thousand times my eyes were adjusted to the light and I looked around.

Gilinsky was sitting at a table in the corner of the room with his arms folded on the table and his head placed on his arm. The window was right next to him. On the table their were phones, a remote- which I guess was for the TV that hung in front of me- and a few bottles of water.

In the other side on the room I could see the open door and some talking outside of the door but was muffled by the walls and the beeping on the monitor to my right.

I looked at my state, my left wrist was wrapped up some- guessing to keep it stiff- my left leg was wrapped up way more than my wrist; if I tried to move it pain shot through my leg, it seemed something was keeping my leg stiff like a board between the wrapping and my actual leg. I was obviously in a hospital, and I was the patient.

"Jack." I said softly.

No answer.

"Gilinsky." I said a little bit louder.

He moved his head around on his arms.

"Jack." I said at the same level.

His head lifted up and his eyes were squinted and he rubbed them.

He looked around then at me, his eyes opened up more.

He stood up quickly and took the few steps to get to the hospital bed I was on. He stood on my right and placed his hand on my shoulder rubbing his thumb in circles as his other was placed on the bed right next to my waist. "Your awake." He smiled.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What happened?"

His smile went away, "You don't remember?"

"No." I shook my head a little but hissed in pain. "Shit." I brought my right hand to my head clutching it.

"I'm going to get the doctor, hang on." He said and walked to the door sticking his head out.

The muffled voices became silent, "Shes awake." Jack said and quickly a lady in a white coat along with Sam, Nate and JJ came into the room.

The doctor came to my side as the boys stood around the bed, the doctor took the spot Jack had just on my left and Jack came back to my right. JJ stood right next to the doctor, Nate was at the foot of the bed and Sam was next to G.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asked as she pulled out her little flashlight and shined it in my eyes.

"Tiffany." I said as she blinded me with the light. "Tiffany Johnson."

She pulled the flashlight back and tucked it back in her pocket. "Do you remember what happened?" She asked.

"No." I shake my head.

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