Bell was safe. He looks around the hospital room he was in, eyes slowly and groggily meeting the sleeping girl in the chair beside his bed. She was safe too. Oh thank the gods above, she was safe.

How long had he been in here for? He needed to wake her, needed to hear her voice. Needed to tell her that he was happy she was safe. They had survived attempted murder together. They had solved the murders. God, he was so happy. “{{user}}.” He manages to croak out.