[color=8493ca][b][center]Christina[/center][/b][/color]

When the phone rings in the middle of the night in a hospital, it only ever means trouble. If multiple phones ring, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. It meant battle stations for the nursing staff, the doctors, and everyone who works in the hospital. Everyone knew what they had to do, the only question was[color=8493ca] “What is it this time?”[/color]

This time it was a shooting gone badly. They weren’t rare when you live in the big city. Crime, violence, and all sorts of back alley dealings occurred. It was cops versus a local drug ring with innocent bystanders in the middle. Five were sent to them two cops, two criminals, and a John Doe. It was a tragedy waiting to happen.

By the time the clock struck midnight Christ had already lost a patient, one of the cops died as well. Lt. Adam Ambrosio died at 23:43. He suffocated in a room full of air as a broken rib slowly punctured his right lung. The broken rib was caused by a blunt force trauma to the chest. The other cop was still in critical condition, one of the drug ring memberswas already patched up and recuperating in the ICU. The other bystanders didn’t make it, dead on arrival. 

John Doe was young man in his late twenties, athletic, good-looking, and a foreigner. He was covered in blood splattersacross his face and all over his suit. He three bullet wounds in his chest, two went right through him, and one was lodged inside his heart. 

It was half past one when they finally got a solid break. It was the waiting game. The doctors were in the process of finding solutions and the nursing staff were on monitor duty. Chris was tasked to monitor the John Doe who had a penchant for watching her. 

His dark eyes followed Chris’s every move. It was just her and him in the room. A cop was stationed just outside with a gun and everything, but it didn’t comfort Chris for one second. Even the handcuffs didn’t make her feel any better.

They didn’t know which side he was on or if he was just an innocent bystander. He was deemed incompetent when they did a Psych Evaluation on him apparently he was talking to someone in a foreign language. His belongings shed no light to his identity. They found three passports with different names, marked from places like New York, Copenhagen, and Sydney. They also found wads of cash, and handgun with a silencer. He was a dangerous man who watched 

[color=8493ca]“Will you stop staring at me?”[/color] Chris said as they made eye contact when she began replacing his IV drip. He was going through them fast. She didn’t expect him respond given that he hasn’t been talking, but he did. [color=9e0b0f]“Why should I?”[/color] He responded. [color=9e0b0f]“I mean I came here just for you. Chris.”[/color] Chris didn’t speak, she watched the John Doe look at her. Even though he was handcuffed to the bed she felt like he could jump out at her at any moment. 

Slowly Chris backed out of the room making sure to keep his eyes on him. Once she was out of the room she headed straight for the bathroom. She needed out, needed to see herself, wanted to feel a sense of normalcy, but instead she saw someone else. It was a woman, a brown-haired woman with neatly styled hair and darting green eyes. She was wearing some sort of suit. Chris had seen her before.

Turning on the sink to the hottest setting, she doused her face with water. Annoying, as it was Chris was somehow comforted by seeing the other woman’s face. It was like with Dalia. By all accounts, she should be fearful, but instead these strangers’ faces comforted her.