The door opens quietly, and Jack walks in. "Hey are you okay? Are you up yet? its almost 6 at night, and I dont think its healthy to sleep this much." he looks over to see if you are okay, and sees you just laying there petting the cat. "God you look sick." is all he could say. Its not every day that you see somebody smeered with flecks of vomit and blood, with a dizzy expression on their face, and a cat next to them. "I already called the doctor. his assistant picked up and said he could schedule Dr. Minebeck for tomarow morning at about 9am. Do you think you can wait that long? I can drive you to the E.R now, but id assume you dont want to get up for that."

"I can wait, is he coming here?" she asked , reaching over to the side table and grabbing a tissue, wiping her face and hands off. " she tossed the tissue next to her suit and dragging the cat closer. "Im keeping the cat" she added as it snuggled up. She realized the cat was young, a little past being a kitten. No wonder it was so friendly. She looked up at jack for a moment. He wasnt looking so good himself. "how are you doing?"

"yes he will come here at 9am unless i cancel the appointment." Jack says. he actually looked pretty healthy for a guy who got shot 4 times, of which one shot was a higher caliber sniper which missed his lungs by inches. "i mean it dosnt feel good to move my right arm, or my left one... or either of my leggs... or just about anything on me. " he tried to use a bit of humore to make things less depressing. "im going to need to buy cat food huh?" Jack added. The comment seemed innocent enough, but he wasnt asking about the cat. He already had a cat, and plenty of food, and a litter box. He was asking about you. If she is telling me this, she must not be well enough to leave anytime soon. but i dont know how comfortable I am having someone who just tried to kill me here all the time.

"If im a bother i can leave" she said managing to heave her self up right and moved so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She gripped the side table with white knuckles, her face pale. She looked up at him, then back at the cat.

"Leave and go die somewhere else you mean? No thank you." Jack struggled internally with this for a few moments. As much as you scared him, you clearly werent going to hurt him right now. That and, you were the first non VIP government official he had talked to since his father got his job 8 years ago. It felt good to talk to you, even about things like this. But he couldnt tell you he was actually starting to LIKE you, so he came up with a less impressive excuse. "Id get bloodstains on my conscious if i let you leave. Your staying, the doctor is going to help you, and when your better, were hiking out of this joint, and going to my father to take care of this game of charades."

Jack had never actually told anybody what to do before, and didnt know if he sounded like he was just being a total jerk. He prayed he wasnt, because he was just getting used to you, and didnt want to agitate you. He also didnt want to seem like the snobby rich kid who always gets his way, even though, he mostly is. He tried to cover up his rather rude command, with a moment of sincerity. "Uhm.. how are you feeling.. i mean with being sick and all. Is it getting better or worse? Is there any way I could help make you more comfortable?"

zero only laughed at his comment. "I like your attitude" she said witha cough. she laid back down and was relieved the world was spinning as much. "As for whatver is wrong with me, i think it may be getting worse. its definently not getting better right not. i feel like a drunk person on a non ending spinning ride. very dizziness and naseuos. im comfortable as long as im laying for the most part anyway" she shook her head. she got under the blankets, wrapping them around her tightly. "Could you please grab another blanket actually? im freezing" she asked

"Oh thats a relief. Unfortunate, but a relief. " Jack lets loose a sigh of relief, and then walks into the hall and grabs another blanket. There is a gentle thud as he closes the cabinet they were behind. This was an electric blanket. So, when he entered, he plugged it in and hamded you the remote. "That should be more than warm enough."

"thanks" she nodded draaping the electric blanket over her then draping the others over that one and putting he blanket to medidum. "you dont mind the cat do you?" she sked drafgging it closer to her. the cat purred and curled up by her head.

"Oh. I uhmm..." Jack's mind searched about for an answer. E wasfearfull that youhad caught what he was comparing the cat to, an were asking about yourSelf. "Well, i we have plenty of food and litter, and the cat looks like it would enjoy a nice safe home. I guess it can stay for a bit."

"Thanks " she nodded. "this annoying, i could be stuff in preparation for our fight but im stuck lying in bed, something wrong with me." she said frustrated. she felt like crap and normally she owuld have just pushed on except for the fact that she couldnt even stand

"Hey" there was a hint sinserity to his voice. "Dont beat yourself up. Im surethat when the doctor is finished, you will be much better, and nothing can save those dudes who wanna kill us, from the danger that awaits them!" Jack was clearly referring to you. His tone made it impossible to tel if he was only saying to make you feel better, or if he legitely meant it.

Jack pulled up a folding stool, from behind a nightstand and plopped it down right next to your bed. "Ill wait here with you until the doctor comes how bout that?"

"You don't have too if you don't want" she shrugged. "Do you have a set of playing cards?" She asked. Shifting so that she was sitting up slightly propped up by the pillows. Being able to lean back on them eased her dizziness but didn't completely make it go away

"Haha do I?" Jack opened the dresser drawer on one of the nightstands and pulled out a twin pack, still fresg in the plastic. "Does my father have a gambling problem? Most likely yes. Haha!" Jack handed you the cards, and then reached behind the nightstand again, pulling out a tray intended for TV dinners. He popped its short leggs open and gestured for you to place it on the bed between you too. "Here, a solid surface to play against."

She nodded. "how bout a game of war?" she asked dealing out the cards and setting her self up. she got her mind into the game, even though it was a game of luck

"War huh?" Jack hadnt played that game since god knows when! And when he did it was always with some sort of stake to eac hand. He was really expecting a game like poker, or texas hold em to come up. None the less, non-gamblin games seemed like a good way to pass time until the doctor showed up. "Alright! You shuffle and deal, and il give you a game of war to remember." He proclaims.

"We'll see about that" she said with a grin and dealt the cards out, half to each of them. she winced as pain started to grow from her wounds, only making it worse as she moved her arm, aggravating her shoulder. The morphine was wearing off, but she kept playing ignoring the pain, though her movements, which where stiff with pain gave the fact away that she wasnt doing all that great. "I won" she declared as they finished the first game

"Well, thats because you had all the aces." Jack says chuckling. He had noticed your stiff, obviously pained movements, and tried his best to ignore them. He doubt you would want to do anything about it. So, he had done his best to play casually. His wounds werent bothering him too much. Yes a high caliber riffle shot him, but the bullet had passed straight through, as did his several other wounds. Truth be told, Jack was now convinced that you got the worse end of this ordeal.

"Rematch then?" she asked shifting to a more comfortable position. She coughed into her elbow, ignoring the blood. The cat meowed and rubbed against her seeking attention. she pet it and it purred curling back up after a while

"Deal the cards" Jack was smiling at this point. He seemed satisfied that you were able to move still, as pained as it was.

"Your on" she nodded dealing the cards again. She watched as her own pile dwindled, then got bigger and wondered in which direction the game would go