"The shooting." April says after a few minutes of silence.
"What?" Jackson asked her.
"I was so scared when that gunman was at that hospital." April says. "We were really screwed up for a while."
"We sure were. I thought I had it together, but man, we were checked out for a while."
"I know." She tells him.
"How were you able to get away from him?"
"My life story."
"Huh?"
"My name...my name is April Kepner. I'm 28 years old, and I was born on April 23rd in, in Ohio. I'm from C-Columbus. Columbus, Ohio. Um, my mom, my mom is a teacher, and m-my dad is a farmer. Corn. C-corn. He, he, he grows corn. Their, their names are Karen and Joe. I have three sisters! Libby's the oldest. I, I'm next, and then there's K-Kimmie and Alice. I, I, I haven't done anything yet. I haven't...I've barely lived! I, I'm not finished yet. No one's loved me yet. Please. Please. I'm someone's child! I'm a person! I'm a person!" She says."That's what I told him."
"Good one."
"I know that people grieve, but that was just horrible! I still can't believe that he shot….that was hard."
"At least he killed himself." Jackson says nonchalantly. "Good riddance to Gary Clark. WHOOOOO!"
"Jackson!"
"I know you disagree with it, but come on! I say he's getting what he deserves."
"And to think that you're in heaven." She says, shaking her head at him.