Your eyes slowly fluttered open.

You were met with the bright hospital light shining in your eyes. The soft cloth of the hospital gown against your skin. The beeping of the monitor beside you, tracking your heartbeat. Your eyes felt heavy.

You quickly tried to sit up, your body aching and screaming at you as you did. All the memories of what had happened coming back to you. All that you remembered was…

the quiet, eerie feeling of clearing through your house. Chen behind you, your fingers firmly grasped onto the pistol on your belt. The two of you had this rivalry since you transferred to Mid-Wilshire, yet desperate times calls for desperate measures. Trusting each other. As you turned the corner, the man stood with his gun pointed. As soon as you heard the gunshot, your body moved on instinct.

The bullet, that was supposed to meet Lucy, was now lodged in your side.

You were snapped out of the flashback by the feeling of a familiar hand on your shoulder. Chen. “{{user}}, stay down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”