The light had been bright as Jesse got closer to it. Then, all a sudden, she felt like she was being pulled away from the bright light by an unseen rope around her waist.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at the tiled ceiling, a familiar sight since she saw it all those times after coming to from surgery. Her head throbbed in pain. She winced as she turned her head to the left. She saw the window with a small lamp on the ledge. There was also the IV, which the tube led straight into the vein on her hand.

She looked to her right, and saw her boss sitting next to her on the chair by the bed. He was asleep.

How did she get here? Last thing she remembered was Hoffman trying to find the key in the incision with his fingers and the pain that wreck her body from it. She took a deep breath as she braced herself for what she may say when she looked down at herself.

She didn't see anything out of the ordinary. There was a monitor on her pointer finger on her right hand. There was a dark red line imprinted on the inside of each of her forearm. It wasn't until she moved her legs a bit that she felt dull pain. While the pain hadn't been intense like it was in that dingy bathroom, it was still enough for her to gasp.

Gordon woke up when he heard it. He smiled at her. "You're up."

"Just got up" She said hoarsely. Her throat felt sore and dry.

"How are you feeling?"

"I could be better."

He nodded towards her legs. "How's the pain?"

"It's dull."

"We gave you a shot of morphine two hours ago." He told her. "I guess you could use another dosage."

"That would be awfully nice. Motrin would be great too since I have a killer headache."

"Coming right up" He said, his smile widening. He pressed the button on the wall above the bed to signal the nurse's station.

"Yes?" A female's voice asked on the intercom. Jesse recognized the voice. It was Carla.

"Nurse Jesse is awake now." Gordon replied. "She needs Motrin and a small dosage of morphine."

"I'll be there in a bit."

Gordon turned to Jesse. "It looks like you went through some ordeal, nurse."

"I did."

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not really, but I guess I would feel better getting it off my chest."

"What happened?" Gordon asked curiously, sitting in the chair again.

"I woke up in this bathroom that could use a really good cleaning." She began. "I don't remember how I got there. The last thing I remember before that was…"

She had been driving home from the store. She was going through a horrible episode of depression. Rose, the baby she wanted to adopt, had died. She didn't want to be a nurse any more after coming to the conclusion she would never help anyone that hurts or kills anyone. So, she went to the store to get some ice cream…chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, to be exact. She also got a twenty-four pack of Pepsi Max, a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, a bag of nacho chips, a big jar of hot salsa, a medium jar of jalapenos, a bottle of hot sauce, and a bottle of ranch dressing.

When she would get home, she would make a phone call for pizza delivery. She would mix the ranch dressing and buffalo hot sauce in a small bowl to dip her pizza slices into. Then, she would snack like a little pig like she always did when she was depressed.

She got home, and put all of her groceries away. Then, she went into the bedroom to change into something comfortable. For her, that was black sweat pants and a black hoodie. She pulled a pair of fuzzy black socks on her feet. Then, she walked into the kitchen to call for pizza.

She didn't know anyone had been in the apartment with her. She didn't hear any footsteps. She had been put on hold when someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with a soaked clothed, which she later concluded in the bathroom that was drenched in chloroform.

A half hour later, she had told Gordon everything that had happened in the bathroom until she passed out when Hoffman was trying to get the keys from the incisions. Jesse knew the story upset her boss as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Wow Jesse…it sounds like you've been to Hell and back."

"I know." She agreed. "It's not the first time though."

"I realized that. You're one tough cookie, nurse. That's all I got to say about that."

"I may be a tough cookie, Doctor, but there's so much I can take before I crack from the pressure of it all."

"That's why I have scheduled you to see Dr. Johnson three times a week for the next month." He informed her. "He's a very good therapist, and helped me get over my traumatic experience with Jigsaw. And don't worry about the costs. I've paid for it."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Jesse." He said as he stood up. "It's time for me to go home, and for you to get some more rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, doctor" Jesse said as she closed her eyes. She had gotten tired from reliving her hell as well as the drugs they gave her for the pain and headache.

"Bye Jesse" Gordon said as he left her room.