Jordan groans and sits up in bed. He opens his eyes halfway to realize this isn't his room.

The walls and decoration aren't black and white, but different colors instead. There are more photos of friends and family. Sunlight streams through the open windows (who leaves their windows open??).

He tries shifting a bit, but he halts and winces as pain shoots across his side. He looks down to find his side bandaged - best guess, a shot wound and broken rib.

The memories come flying back - ally fight. Misunderstanding. Hand-to-hand combat.

Hence the broken rib and shot wound.

Jordan tenses as you enter the room, carrying a first-aid kit. He eyes you with suspicion - you weren't at the fight. How could you have possibly brought him here?