The pounding in Jane's head had gradually eased, but her heart was still thumping, louder than ever. She was itching to leave the cubicle; the doctor was taking his time to discharge her. She hadn't heard any news of how Kurt was. Jane suspected she was driving Patterson crazy, as she kept ringing her to see if anyone at SIOC had news of Kurt's condition - but it was the same answer every time.

"No, Jane, I know just as much as you. Look, I know you're worried, but I'm sure he's fine. You'll be the first to know if we hear anything. I gotta go."

Hirst is clearly keeping the team busy, Jane thought to herself.

She couldn't help but let her mind wander to the events of the past 24 hours. They had gone from being infiltrated by Sandstorm, losing several of their best agents, to capturing Shepherd, Sandstorm's leader, the most threatning terrorist in the world - and Jane's mother. God, mother. Even the word was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

What kind of mother trains her children to be so heartless and void of emotion? Jane thought. Shepherd had played us as pawns the whole time, taking advantage of our vulnerability as orphans. She used me, she used Roman, she drilled it into our heads that what we were doing was for "the greater good". That it was humane. But nothing about it was humane.

Although Jane's memories weren't coming back as frequently as Roman's, they still frightened her. She knew that she and Remi were separate people now, but that didn't stop the memories from being real. She had done terrible things, and although she wasn't that person anymore, it didn't make her previous actions any less significant.

Kurt's words - only spoken a few hours ago - echoed in her ears. "We're not our families." And it was true; Kurt's mind wasn't his father's, and Jane's mind wasn't Shepherd's. She had redeemed herself - the erasing of her memory had been a blessing in disguise. It had led her to the team, to Kurt. But the nightmares were something that might never be erased.

The thought of the future frightened her. Hirst had told her that she could go anywhere once Sandstorm was stopped, but deep down, Jane didn't want to go anywhere. She wanted to stay here, where she had finally found a feeling of comfort, a feeling of security, a feeling of home. She didn't want to leave that - leave him - but she also knew that her spot on the team was now uncertain. Her deal with the FBI had come to an end, and there was no true obligation for her to remain on the team. Shepherd was in custody, that was it. So what would she do now?

The doctor whipped back the cubicle curtain, interrupting her thoughts.

"Alright, Miss Doe, you are free to go."

It's about damn time, Jane thought to herself, but she just nodded curtly at the doctor and thanked him.

She slid herself off the hospital bed, ready to leave, when she remembered.

"Wait, sorry, do you have any updates on my colleague? His name's Kurt Well-"

"Yes, I know, but I'm afraid I can't disclose patient details."

Jane sighed, closing her eyes briefly. She needed to know if he made it. If she would see him again.

"Please, I'm begging you. I just need to know if he made it through surgery. Please."

The doctor gave her a pitied look, then said "He's fine. He just got out of surgery a few moments ago, it went really well."

Jane clutched the side of the metal bed frame to stop her knees from caving in. He's okay. He's gonna be okay. Tears sprang from her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered.

The doctor smiled at her, clutching his clipboard. "You're welcome. Now, make your way to reception whenever you're ready," he said, before leaving Jane alone in the cubicle.

It was only when the curtain was fully closed that Jane allowed the news to sink in, and allowed her emotions to be released. She couldn't believe it. She had thought that…

She couldn't bear to think of her life without him.

With her hands shaking, Jane pulled her cell phone from her back pocket, dialling the number that Kurt had forced her to memorise off by heart.

Patterson answered after two rings.

"Agent Patterson."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, it's me, uh-"

"Jane, what did I tell you about calling me?"

"No, no, it's not that. The doctor just told me that Kurt's out of surgery. He's gonna be alright."

"Oh," Patterson said, a hint of shame in her voice. "Sorry! Well, that's amazing news. I'll tell Hirst and the others right now. Are you discharged yet?"

"Yeah, I'm about to leave right now."

"That's great!" Patterson replied. "Okay, I gotta go, Tasha's getting irritated with me cause she doesn't know what's happening. Let us know when you land back home, alright?"

"Okay, I will. Bye."

Jane clicked 'end call' with a slow smile spreading across her face. Patterson could've said "Let us know when you land back in New York", or "SIOC"… but she didn't. Jane leaned back against the cubical wall, closing her eyes.

Kurt was okay. And she was going home.