You had been gone for a month. An entire month Silco had to deal with Jinx 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. Currently, Singed was getting ready to stitch you up as Jinx watched, itching to be near you. But, per Silco's orders, she kept herself in line and didn't interrupt the only doctor decently good in Zaun.

You started waking up, looking around at the room you were in. It was a big room and you were on a metal table. You groaned in agony as you tried to move.

"Now, now, don't get up. We still have to stitch and bandage you." Singed says calmly. You pushed yourself to get up before someone slammed you back down, and you squealed in pain as your vision went white from how bad you were hurting.

"Be careful with her!" Jinx yelled, clutching one of her bombs to calm herself. Singed makes his way over to you with a tray of things. He doesn't give a warning before someone is holding you down, and he's stitching your side. No sedation or pain medication whatsoever.