Not Really...no, She Answers.Considering We Just Made It Through A Near Death Experience.

“Not really...no,” She answers. “Considering we just made it through a near death experience.”

“Right now, Michael isn’t my biggest concern. It’s just...This really brought up a really bad time I went through...And Jean, a girl I cared for lot ended up dying at Camp Sleepaway,” She shakes, her breath trembling as she brings up only a shard of what happened at Camp Sleepaway. It was all in the newspapers and in whatever segments covering the events. How she survived at the hands of the killer and ended up testifying against him. Or whoever they were. 

“Almost like you did tonight.” She sighed leaning forward. She finds disappointment in herself, that this may be the only time she’ll ever tell the truth about her sordid past is when someone almost died in front of her.

"Is he like you? A hunter?” She asks, looking around for a phone.

The  SMILE  on your face lets me know that you need me There’s a  TRUTH  in your eyes, saying you’ll never leave me The  TOUCH  of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall                                          You say it best when you say nothing at all

“I think that sounds like a good idea. We should probably make a plan ‘cause I also have no idea how to confess ‘I love you’ to someone either,” she says chuckling nervously. “Don’t worry I’m still gonna help.”

She feels this overwhelming sensation wash over her, from having to learn what happened at Settlement 2, to this. It was a lot to take in and frankly before she went off playing wingman, she needed some time to process what happened today before she does anything else.

“But first I need to get some sleep. Cause I didn’t get any last night. And the last thing I need right now are a lack of brain cells from me. You should probably get some rest too,” She sighs ruffling her hair. 

Another gloomy mountain morning.

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“He’s bleeding out bad,” She says to the nurse, as the concern in her voice raised. She doesn’t let go of him, only letting his arm slide away but keeping a hand on his hand. It’s only when she looks down does she notice the blood caked on her hands. Blood that came from JD, who she also knows now of as James 

The fresh ones overlapped with the dried bits and in seeped into her fingernails. Her hands start to tremble at the sight of it. The gravity of everything that had transpired was starting to set in. Not now, not when he’s almost getting help.

But she takes a couple deep breathes and thinks of memories with John. Conversations that happened those years back help to keep her legs from trembling. Keeping her hand wrapped around his, helped to calm her nerves if only until they take him away to help him, to get him the treatment he needs.