Blood Is All I Can Remember ~🌸~ 1

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It's been hours since Amy's been in surgery. Everyone was there, waiting for some news on Amy's condition.

Steve paced the room. Danny watched.

"Steven, you're driving me crazy. Please, just, sit down." Danny patted the chair next to him.

Steve sighed and went to sit down. Just then, the doctor came out. Everyone stood up.

"How is she?" Steve asked.

"Well, she made it through surgery. She's resting now. We'll know more about her condition once she wakes up."

"Thanks." Steve smiled at the doctor. "Come on Danny, let's go see Amy."

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Steve held Amy's hand in his. Danny sat in a chair next to the bed.

"Mmm." Amy's eyes slowly opened. Her legs stretched.

"Hey, Amy." Steve smiled at the girl. "How are you feeling?"

Amy looked at Steve, then at her hand. Then Amy looked back at Steve and took her hand away.

"Who-who are you?" Amy sat up closer towards her pillow. "How-how am I still here? I-I don't understand."

"Amy," Steve looked at her worried. "It's me, Steve."

"I-I don't know you." Amy looked at Danny, then Steve. "Should I know you?"

"Amy, we're with Five-0. Can you remember anything?" Steve looked at the girl with hope.

"Um, I remember being tied to a chair. And then Jonathan-" Amy held in a sob, "and then Jonathan shot himself. I heard another shot fired. I felt this hot, white pain. Then I woke up here."

"That's all?" Steve asked.

"That's all I remember." Amy replied.

Steve sighed.

"Come on, Danny. We gotta head back to HQ."

"Okay." Danny stood up and followed his friend out of the room.

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Three months later...

Amy laid in her bed. Her eyes were shut. Her chest rose and fell slowly.

"Guys!" Someone shouted. "I found the body! And she's still alive!"

Amy felt something sticky and warm on her hands. It was red. It was blood.

She wanted to scream out for help. But Amy couldn't.

"Hey, just stay with me, you're going to be okay." The person in front of Amy looked blurry to her. She could tell it was a man. And that voice, it sounded so familiar.

Amy felt something warm and soft on her neck. It was a hand. He was feeling for a pulse.

"Guys! Her pulse is dropping...."

Amy sat up. Her hair stuck to her forehead.

"Uh, my head." Amy closed her eyes tightly and held her right hand to her forehead. A pounding headache started up again. "Why do I keep having these dreams?" Amy grabbed some aspirin off of her nightstand and opened the bottle. She took one pill out and swallowed it. Then, Amy placed the cap back on and laid back down. She sighed and closed her eyes.