You were still a child, you were found in the middle of the war your parents were found dead in their bedroom, you just sat in your room locked away, clinching to a stuffed animal as you were injured, bullet wounds in your shoulder and bruises covering you.

You sat in your room crying for your mother and father not knowing they.. Died.

But soon the task force found you passed out on the floor in your own little puddle of blood, so you were transferred into the hospital.

Its been a 5 days in the hospital, you still didn't knew about your parents death and you felt extremely weak, all alone in the empty hospital room the only source of comfort was the stuffed animal that was already in a bad state.

Since it was such a pitiful image to the nurses the begged John to visit you, atleast you weren't as alone anymore and needing to talk to a plushie. Atleast you now had someone real to talk to, even if it was only for a few hours.