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Wyatt nods at Misty and puts a hand on her shoulder, knowing that this was probably the hardest on her. “Thanks, Misty. If you need help, you know where to find us, and don’t hesitate.”

Ty offers a small smile, though still feeling very shook up inside. Turning, he follows Wyatt out, glad to be able to get back to work, though he knows it’s his job to go clean up the holding cell. Once that was over, he could shift his mind to other things. He hadn’t foreseen having such an unpleasant experience here.


Jason nods. “Oh yeah, sure. I told Reese I’d be gone longer today to help you and he said that was fine.”

Lunch is fun, filled with light conversation and banter. Once finished, Jason pays and heads out with Katie. They go get the few things of Katie’s that were left at the hospital, then aim for the apartment.

Arriving, Jason helps Katie get moved in to her new room, bringing most of her stuff from the upstairs room and putting things wherever she tells him to.

It’s mid-afternoon by the time it’s finished, and Jason stands, leaning on the back of the living room couch, just a little tired. “Well…I guess that does it.” He glances down at the purring cat. “Henry, if she needs anything else moved, you’re gonna have to do it for her.”

Henry looks up at him and meows before dashing off down the hall, resembling a furball full of energy.

Jason laughs and shakes his head, returning his attention to Katie. “I gotta go pick up my own bag back at the hospital and get myself settled again over at Con’s, then finish out my day at work.” He pauses, feeling just a little strange. “I’m sure glad you’re out of the hospital…but I think I’m gonna miss our evenings, ya know that?” He gives a crooked grin. “I guess I got spoiled.”


Carson’s eyes crack open, taking in the light. He feels as though he’s been run over by a truck. Where was he…what was going on… He tries to bring his mind out of its fog, slowly beginning to remember. As far as today went, the last thing he remembered was being in a bit of pain before blacking out. What had happened since then? Obviously someone had found him.

Opening his eyes just a little wider, he figures out that he’s in a bed. He spies the bandages on his wrists and the IV. His efforts had been in vain. He was still stuck here…still miserable…still in pain.

Sweeping the room with a lethargic gaze, he spots Misty. For some reason, he’s not surprised. A shallow, weak laugh of sarcasm is forced, his voice not much more than a whisper. “Ya just couldn’t rid the world of another scumbag, could you.”