As someone once said, the best day of your life can start as a normal one, usual. You wake up, have breakfast and go to work like any normal day. You do not think much about it, just do it, as always. Maybe I was also like this for the worse.

For Will Halstead the day started like this. He opened his eyes and did everything normal, like any other day. A text from his fiancé were in his phone "good morning my love" it said. A smile came across his face as he replied. He got up and was about to get breakfast when a strange feeling came across him, like something was telling him "stay in bed today, don't even try it". He had this feeling so many times, specially being a doctor, but for some reason today was different, today he considered listening to it. After a second, he let it go and started his routine.

Almost an hour later he was parking his car, walking through Gaffney Chicago Medical Center's automatic door, and getting in the ED. He politely spoke to the people he faced, including Maggie, and made his way to the break room, where he stood only for a few minutes, seeing and joking with his fiancé as he got his medical coat over his scrubs and heard Maggie screaming that some trauma were coming. He left the room and looked at the paramedics coming with a stretcher.

"Female, hit by a car…Well, the driver said she threw herself in front of the car... Positive L.O.C (level of consciousness) with obvious head and abdominal trauma." Said the young paramedic as Will, Natalie and April came on her way, meeting the stretcher and starting to follow it by side.

The girl had brown hair that were covered by a huge bandage across her forehead; she was skinny and did not look anything more than 15 years old. Her pale face had scratches and bruise in most parts of it.

"Trauma 2" yelled Maggie.

They maneuver the stretcher and after Will's count moved the girl to a proper hospital bed.

"Airway looking clear." Dr. Natalie said after a small check on her mouth. She grabbed her small flashlight and opened the girl's eyes with her fingers, checking for her pupils. "Pupils responsive."

That was the moment where the girl opened her eyes and blinked a few times, coming back to conscience. Will, which were on by the wall checking the work that Nat were doing, came closer to the girl and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Halstead. You are in the hospital. Can you tell us your name?" He said, as the girl started to gasps for air. "Okay, that's okay." He said as he began to listen her chest with his stethoscope. "Lungs are good, let's-"

That was when it got him; the girl's right pulse had deep marks that were probably made by ropes. The marks were reddish and blue in some points. His eyes widened when he noticed that, and as fast as he could he looked at her legs, his heart beating fast as he saw the same marks in her both ankles. "You didn't just threw yourself, did you?" He said with calm and tenderness. She quickly shook her, saying no in despair.

"We need to get her in the CT." Natalie said looking at Will, breaking his stare at the girl, bringing the red hair back in to reality as his thoughts were questioning what had happened to the girl. "Yeah, she's good to go." Was the only answer he was able to make.

In the moment the words left Will's mouth the girl's eyes were widened and she shook her head, and reached for Will's hand. He grabbed her hand and understanding what she was asking, said:

"I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you. Ok? I promise. "

Her breathing started to calm down as Will looked a Natalie and nodded his head. The stretcher started to move, Will following by its side, never leaving the girl's hand.

Will was waiting for the girl's tests results to come in the nurse station, Natalie by his side, both looking to room where the girl were now sleeping.

"So you think she was abused somehow?" she said her usual voice.

"Well, as far as I could see, I'm pretty sure" he said, "She couldn't speak, and I couldn't just ask. I already asked for Dr. Charles to come in, but he was busy, now I'm only waiting for the results to come so I can call PD and Goodwin."

Natalie nodded keeping his eyes in him, seeing the frustration and anger in his face.

"Will, results are back on your Jane Doe." Said Maggie handling him an iPad.

Will took it and started to look at the results with Nat, putting the tablet between the both of them, so they could analyze it together.

"Displaced tibial facture." Will said almost in a whisper. Nat touched the tabled looking at other pictures.

"Ribs factures, too. Lungs look fine. How fast was that car?" She asked to him.

"Look at the angle on this elbow" he stopped for a moment "it was must likely broken a while ago. This is a fracture that never healed right or was never treated."

They looked at each other for a few seconds.

"I'm gonna talk to Goodwin and you call Jay" Nat said in an assertive voice and left Will staring at the girl through the glass door.

He slowly walked in the room, looked at her for a moment and stood still beside her bed, as she remained with her eyes closed, something told Will that she was not sleeping, not completely. Maybe it was his experience with Jay, this is one of Jay's ways to avoid conversations, pretending to be asleep and wait for the person to leave.

"I need to talk to you, if that's ok." Will calmly said, with a soft voice, not wanting to scare the girl. She took a deep breath and opened hers eyes, looking at Will. Her eyes were filled with fear and sadness. "Do you feel up to talk?" She nodded.

"You didn't throw yourself at that car. You were running from someone." Even though it weren't questions, the girl kept nodding her hair to every sentence made by Will. "We just need to know your name, so we can help you not be scared."

"He- He called me Susan but I – I think it's Nina." She said.

Will keep his eyes in her, thinking this could only be a nightmare.