Everything was fuzzy. Jack couldn’t hear much and couldn’t see anything. He had his eyes squeezed shut and was only semi-conscious while everything was going on. Of course he wanted to say something, anything, to let Trick know he wasn’t dead. But… Nothing would come out of his mouth. There was a searing pain in his chest. Was he going to die…? Was she going to let him die? She had at least taken him away from Shirley’s place, so that was good. He had no idea where they were, all he knew was that he felt sick and that he was losing a lot of blood. 
As he drifted in and out of consciousness Jack couldn’t tell if he was alone. He had no idea where she had taken him. After a while he had lost consciousness. There was so much blood everywhere, his blood, he was going to die. Even if the bullet hadn’t pierced through his heart, it was all over… 

Jack didn’t dream about what he normally dreamt about. There were no torture, no pain, no Shirley. This dream was different. There was a girl. It was Lexa. She was worried about him, almost painfully so. Lex was some distance away, yelling his name with her hands cupped at her mouth. Jack reached for her, but couldn't get up off of the ground. "Lex!!" He shouted back to her. 

Time passed, the dream continued. But not much happened. She kept running toward him but never getting closer. A sharp pain shot through his chest. "Aghhh! What is this???" He raised his hand to clutch his chest. "What's going on?" By now it felt like he was falling, falling into nothingness with a light above him, Lex was gone. "Lex??" 

His eyes eased open and it felt like he had just come back from the dead. Jack was weak and everything hurt. "L...Lex..." His voice was meager, he couldn't say much else. The bullet wound that he hardly remembered was pretty much healed up. He looked left, looked right. Where was he, what was going on? Who had saved him? Was he really alive?