It was 9pm, Cindy had just gotten home, and was frankly looking forward to a night to herself. However, that promptly changed when she got a call from the hospital.. About you? Something about a gunshot wound, she was too distraught to hear the details of it all, too busy snatching her keys and running to her car. She couldn't always be Silk, it wasn't the time for webslinging.

This was.. Weird. The two of you had broken up a couple of months ago, the relationship having been a relatively serious one, you two were in love. (Hence the emergency contact thing.) Yet circumstances ruined everything for the both of you, Cindy never had enough time to be with you, look, it just hadn't worked. Right now, suddenly, it didn't matter. She ran into your ward, the previous care she had felt for you suddenly resurfacing. It advanced into concern as she saw you under anesthetics, not even awake. God. She just sat, and waited, and hoped.