Author's Note: Yet another story written while I was on vacation last week. I had a whole list of tasks I was supposed to accomplish around the house but writing fanfic was much more fun. :)

One of my short stories got a lovely guest review and he/she requested a story written in the multiple POV style. I took one of the longer stories I had just about completed and converted it to that format. Hopefully he/she is still checking out the story board because here is the requested POV story. Enjoy!

Jaz's POV

It was all I could do not to cry out my pain during the transport. But I wouldn't give my enemies the satisfaction. So many parts of my body hurt but the pulsing pain in the upper left of my abdomen was quickly moving from extremely painful to excruciating. When the van skidded to a halt, only my training made me take advantage of the situation and strangle my captor. It was nothing more than muscle memory. As my vision grayed out I felt my chains being cut and heard Top's voice and McG's concern. They injected me with something that staved off the darkness. I wasn't feeling particularly grateful at the moment. Unconciousness had promised a relief from my pain.

As they were about to load me into our escape vehicle, my stomach heaved and I vomited on the ground. The taste of copper in my mouth warned me about the blood a second before both Top and McG started cursing. I was lifted into the van and placed sidewise on Top's lap. McG shined a light in my eyes, touched my clammy skin, took my pulse, and listened to my heart. He leaned over me blocking out everything else going on around us.

"Jaz, I need you to tell me how you feel."

My vision blurred as I tried to focus on him.

"Hot, kind of floaty, nauseated."

He started a physical exam checking my limbs before moving to the center of my body. He gently touched my left side and I immediately lashed out. Top grabbed my hands and pulled them across my upper body hugging me from behind to keep them in place. As McG pulled up my shirt in the front I tensed.

"Geezus, Jaz!"

I knew what my skin looked like. I had been beaten all to hell and I was sure in the last couple hours the colors had only become more spectacular. He palapated my lower abdomen, and while it hurt, it was nothing like when he pressed into the top upper left side. I arched up, involuntarily crying out my pain, while Top tried to keep a hold of me. Even after McG stopped pressing I couldn't catch my breath. Activity picked up around me and a sharp pain in my left arm was just one more hurt to add to my collection. I felt warmth start to flow through me and I stopped fighting them. It was then that I realized McG had started an IV in my left arm which accounted for the pain I had felt. I struggled to stop panting for air while I felt sweat rolling down my face. I felt terrible.

After some time passed I realized that Top was no longer holding my arms in place. He was now brushing my hair away from my face. Pressing my cheek to his chest. When I glanced up at him he looked worried. McG even more so. McG bent down in my line of vision to assure he had my attention.

"You're bleeding internally, Jaz. I'm going to need to fix you."

I shook my head trying to keep my thoughts clear while the medication in my system attempted to take everything away. We didn't have that kind of time.

"Leave me behind. You need to get out of this country."

I could already feel Top shaking his head.

"We aren't leaving you behind."

A lot of conversation was going on around me. The bits and pieces I caught confirmed that they weren't going to leave. Dialogue was going on between the members of the team and between our team and Command. McG kept touching me and updating Top with my vital signs. I was no medical expert but I knew the numbers were all wrong. I wasn't going to make it. I was dying and they were going to die with me because they refused to leave me. It would be my fault. I wasn't even aware of the tears dripping down my face until Top wiped them away and tilted his head down so I could see him.

"We're going to take care of you, Jaz, and then we'll go home. Don't worry about us. I want you to save your strength."

I would have told him that I didn't have any strength to save but the darkness took away my opportunity.