This is super short - for two reasons: I have no idea where to go with this and I've had this little bit of a story floating in my head and on my computer for the last few months. I figured I should just post the darn thing now. If you guys want me to continue this I will... if it doesn't get feedback, I'll just keep it short and sweet. :)

Thanks for reading!

Elizabeth was a lot of things.

Strong.

Fierce.

Determined.

Stubborn.

But somehow she failed to understand how she ended up here. She was on a case. At least, that's what she remembered last.

She recalled fragments and flashes of thing that happened, but they were so absurd she could believe them.

Yet, here she was laying in what appeared to be a hospital bed.

"Elizabeth? Stay with us." She rolled her head to the side in the direction of the voice. The world around her came to life. People scurrying about, yelling and talking quickly, handing each other indistinguishable items that she couldn't make out.

She tried to focus on the person standing over her. Their hands floated over her body, but they moved to fast for her to focus on them.

She opened her mouth to say something. She wasn't sure what, but it didn't matter because nothing came out of her mouth.

Elizabeth wanted to get out of there and she wanted to talk to Red. He'd have the answers to all her questions. Her vision blurred and then see saw black.

It felt like she had been hit by a bus. Her whole body, every tiny ounce of her body, ached in a painful slumber. She slowly rolled on to her side, which was painful, but was more comfortable than laying on her back. She recognized that she was in the hospital and she could remember clearly now why she was here.

She could hear the door open and close behind her. She was too exhausted to roll over to greet the doctor or nurse. They were probably coming for more tests.

"Lizzie?" His voice filled the room.

A sob escaped her mouth before she could stop it. He was here. The comfort she felt from him just being in the same room was too much.

She closed her eyes tightly, hoping to keep the tears away.

She didn't want him to see her like this. Not broken. She needed him to always know her as a strong, independent person. Not a puddle of bandages and tubes.

He slowly came around to the other side of her bed so he can see her face. Raymond Reddington has seen a lot of things in his life. The most gruesome damage all the way to death. But he never thought he'd see his Lizzie covered in bruises and cuts from an attack.

"They said you were asking for me..." He said disbelievingly.

"I didn't think you'd actually come." She said weakly.

He stood in front of her and took in her appearance. His heart was breaking and he was unsure how to fix her.

Lizzie was completely mortified. He wasn't saying anything - she knew he was disappointed. She tried to sit up, honking maybe she could explain to him what happened. But that developed a shooting pain in her arm, she let out a cry before she fell back down to the bed.

"Lizzie," Red reached out to try to grab her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and take away this pain. "Who did this to you?"

"I... I'm not sure," she whispered settling back into the bed.

"Elizabeth," he growled.

"I don't know." She began to cry.

"Where are your papers?"

"My what?" Lizzie tried to get up again.

"Your medical papers." Red grabbed a clipboard that was hanging off the foot of her bed.

Lizzie could tell he was fuming. He flipped through the pages angrily and then dropped the clipboard with a loud bang on the small table.

"Red?" Lizzie tried to call to him, but it was hushed and whispered.

"Dembe will collect you when you are released tonight."

And then he was gone. Lizzie called after him, trying to catch a glimpse of him walking down the hallway away from her.