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When Kalinda went back to the emergency room to check on Lana, the cubicle she was in was already empty, except for the bloody hospital equipment. Lana's bloodied clothes were on the floor as well, including the coat she gave her earlier. She immediately looked for a nurse to ask about Lana, she panicked at the thought of—no, she couldn't even bring her mind to actively think about it.
"Excuse me?" She called a nurse.
"Yes, ma'am?" The nurse answered.
"The patient that was here, the one with the stab wounds?"
"The FBI agent? She's currently in surgery."
"Oh." She exhaled. "Thank you." She whispered, more to the heavens than to the nurse.
She then remembered the bloodied clothes. She went back to the cubicle and stared at them. She was debating with herself whether she'd take them or not. They might contain valuable information. She rummaged through them and opted to take pictures instead.
Where are her things? Kalinda asked herself. No gun, no phone, no keys. She was taken, but taken from where? She continued thinking to herself. Whoever attacked her knew her as well. How else would they know where she was and how to contact her? The first person that entered her mind was Lemond Bishop. Lana did, after all, put him in jail, albeit for a few weeks. He was the type of person who'd hold a grudge. The second person she thought of, however, had more reason to do this. And by the looks of it, the goal was to inflict pain, which ever way possible. Could Nick actually be the one behind all these? The thoughts gave her a headache.
It was already past 7 in the morning. She looked for the operating room, she wanted to be near Lana as much as possible.