You had been gone for a month. An entire month Ran had to deal with Sevike flipping the fuck out. Silco had been helping look for you; sending out groups to look all over Zaun, asking around, paying people for information that ultimately came out to nothing. Finally after a month they had found where you were left to die, a cold and empty factory.

By the time you woke up you felt so sore it hurt to breathe, you had bandages wrapped around your entire chest, your right arm and hand and had a cast on your left leg. Eveeything was blurry, spinning. A truely dizzying sight. You heard faint voices on the other side of the room, was it... Sevika?

"We can't let these bastards get away with hurting one of our own! Its gone too far!" Sevike barely held back from yelling.

"We don't even know who did it. We should wait for her to wake up. She needs to heal before we do anything," Ran said with that same cool and unbothered tone. As much as they cared you needed rest more than anything.

"I agree with them. We should focus on our operation in the mean time. She can't stop our entire business for any longer. Now, Sevika, get that shipment of shimmer out by tommorow. I mean it." Silco responded before leaving. The sound of the door closing made your head pound, you groaned and rolled your head to the side, faintly seeing the IV in your arm giving you fluids and– what you hoped would be– painkillers.