Hello everyone! Sorry it took about a week to get this chapter up! This chapter was definitely difficult to write, because I had to decide what each charrie's fate was. But I have it decided now and you will see during this chapter!

Well...I don't want to hold you guys up. Without further ado...Enjoy! :D

Liz's P.O.V.

"Hey Sleeybug, " I heard a soft voice hiss into my ear. The person's warm breath tickled my eardrum and their words came and smoothly, yet I could hint a nervous tone being attempted to mask itself.

"Jonas?" I whimpered, my eyes still blurred from the medication. Each and every second my vision would become a bit clearer, but it took a full five minutes for me to fully make out Jonas' skinny frame and those stupid glasses I told him to exchange for a new pair a year ago.

"Sure is. Whatever sedative they gave you was strong. You've been out for eight hours." Jonas snickered, peering over to the corner of the room. My eyes followed his, and soon fell upon a bed across from my own, a sleeping body nestled in the far corner of it. The slight hum from all of the monitors hooked up to the mystery person rang in my ears, and I wished to see the person's face.

"Who is it?" I asked, ignoring Jonas' comment about the drugs. He quickly peered down at his feet and allowed his eyes to meet mine before letting his soft lips form into a huge grin.

"It's Bex. She's okay, Liz. Just a bump on the head, but she's going to be alright." Jonas responded. That was absolutely great news to hear that she was okay...One less person to worry about. I began to sit up, a bit too quickly though, because the sedative was still in my system, causing my head to feel as heavy as a rock. I sulked back down into the bed, angrily running my fingers through my hair. Bits and pieces of wall plaster and other small debris flaked out of my hair, falling upon my lap.

"They haven't even processed us yet?!" I asked, completely taken by surprise. Usually, all investigators are so nervous about getting the victims processed before they were treated, in fear of the medics destroying any evidence.

"Liz-Sweetie, there's a lot of people hurt." Jonas responded, somewhat avoiding my question. That soon led me to remember the others, and I felt my chest feel tight as the thoughts of their conditions ran through my head.

"Cool it, would you, Liz? I'm trying to work off this killer headache." a voice groaned, and I knew automatically by the tone, it was Bex.

"Bex! You're up!" I giggled, having the urge to run out of this stupid bed and squeeze the crap out of her. Yet she seemed really annoyed, and I didn't want to risk having her flip off...Especially in a hospital. Who knows...The doctors may take her extreme violence tendencies in the wrong way and take her to psych.

"I was sleeping...Until you woke up." Bex grunted, pulling herself upwards to face me and Jonas. She had a large piece of gauze wrapped around her forehead, probably concealing some wound she received during the blast.

"Have you overheard anything about the others?" Bex asked directly to Jonas. He let out a loud, drawn out sigh and then made his way over to a chair that remained between Bex and my beds. He folded his hands between his legs and hung his neck low.

"So are you going to answer my question or not?" Bex asked a bit rudely. I sent a glare over in her direction and she looked back at me with an expression that said, "What did I do wrong?". I shook my head in disapproval and stretched my arm out, rubbing it against Jonas' shoulder.

"Zach is okay...He just dislocated his ankle when falling but the doctors have it all fixed up and he's in a walking boot. Grant is doing a bit worse, but much better than the others. He has a concussion, but he seems to be functioning just fine. Besides that, he just fractured his cheekbone, and plastics said they'll get him in the operating room after all of the major surgeries are finished." Jonas paused. He received a gracious smile from Bex, who only seemed somewhat relieved, for she still prepared herself for the rest of the news.

"Nick and Macey are struggling a bit. According to Nick, Macey hit her head on the initial blow, and fell into Nick. He held onto her as they fell, which probably wasn't the greatest idea. The combined weight of the two caused one of the walls to partially collapse. It fell on them. They're both awake but are really banged up. Nick has a couple of broken ribs and a major gash on the top of his head. The doctors were afraid it may have impaired his skull, but fortunately it just scraped off a few layers of skin." Jonas paused, taking in a quick breath of air. He had been talking so fast, his voice shaking simply due to nerves. He seemed like a complete nervous wreck, and I had been the fool to not ask him how he was doing. Out of everyone, I can only assume that Jonas is hurting the most. Despite lacking any physical injury, he carries the burden of witnessing it all, and being helpless...Not being able to do anything to save anyone. He had to be the one to run into the ballroom and see the horrific mess, to see the thrown bodies and hear the wailing cries for help. I never even thought to ask Jonas if he himself was I had the chance to ask him, he began to speak again.

"Sorry about that. Well anyways, I wasn't able to visit Macey because she was still being examined when I last checked, but I got an update from Mr. Solomon saying that she was struck in the head by some heavy glass object, which immediately shattered and knocked her unconscious at the initial blow. Unfortunately, due to the whiplash of the blow, instead of the glass spewing in different directions, it shattered directly into Macey. She had a lot of shards pierced into her skin which are only minor lashes, which were easily stitched up, but once piece of glass slit her wrist somehow, slicing one of her veins. She lost a lot of blood, but they were able to get a transfusion into her just in time. She's still unconscious." Jonas spoke. He wiped a few beads of sweat off of his forehead and the peered back up at me and Bex, tiny drops of water building up in the creases of his eyelids. He was trying so hard to hold back his tears.

"And Cammie?" Bex asked.

"Well..." Jonas began, "upon impact, Cammie smashed into on of the wooden planks that came apart from the DJ's station. She landed on it and it impaled her abdomen..." before Jonas could continue, a loud sob erupted from me. Bex attempted to remain cool, look tough, but her eyes started to look all red and puffy and her lip began to violently quiver.

"Is...Is she-okay?" I asked through muffled sobs.

"The wood managed to stay clear of any organs. It was a clean through on through and the surgeons were able to remove it safely. She's going to be okay." Jonas finally finished.

"THOSE BLOODY CIRCLE MEMBERS ARE GOING TO NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT ONCE I GET TO THEM!" Bex screamed, the shade of her face turning from its normal pale complexion to a tomato red. She was furious, as was I. But for now, I wasn't concerned about getting back at the Circle, but more focusing on my friends' recoveries.

"Jonas, help me up. I'm going to go see them." I demanded. The sedative had now fully worn off and I could feel my toes finally. I knew I'd be fine to visit Zach, Nick, and Grant for now.

"Liz, you can't!" Jonas cried out, leaping out of the chair and pinning me back into the bed. A twisted expression formed on my face as I stared at him in confusion.

"Why not?! Are there no visitors allowed? Is the CIA still doing examinations?" I asked. Jonas simply shook his head and wandered around my bed until he reached the left side. He gently placed his hand on the left side of my abdomen, and it suddenly felt tender. I winced a bit in pain and peered back up at him in confusion.

"But, I'm okay...I-I was fine in the blast." I stammered.

"Liz, you were in too much shock to realize it at first, and I understand it. We all were." Jonas whimpered. He looked down at my stomach and then back at me with glassy eyes. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the opened crease in the hospital gown, folding it over to reveal the tender part of my stomach. There, a huge piece of bloody gauze covered nearly my whole left side, from my pelvis up to the bottom of my ribcage.

"What happened?" I asked, beginning to get nervous.

"The EMT only sedated you because he saw a huge piece of shrapnel poking out of your side. It was lodged into your side. In order to avoid the shrapnel from exploding any more, the doctors needed to remove a large portion of your skin. You're going in tomorrow for a skin graft to replace what you lost. Liz-you almost died." Jonas spoke, his words barely audible due to the fact that he was literally sobbing.

"But-I would have noticed it after the bomb went off! My brain would have recognized that I was injured, that I was dying!" I screamed, anger rushing through my body. My ever so wonderful brain that I so often depended on had failed me. It had left me to die, it had left me to wander around and eventually just collapse. Was surviving this blast supposed to be my fate, or was it something else?

Ta da! lol, So that was definitely interesting. Are you guys relieved, or do you want to throw virtual daggers through your computer screens? Yes, I let everyone live! I wasn't about to go killing off characters! But believe me, there will be some long recoveries for some of these characters, both mentally and physically. And it may be a surprise to you but *spoiler alert*, Jonas is going to have the most difficult time recovering!

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