Hey guy so I'm not sure if everyone saw the last chapter because for some reason the sight was being buggy again so if you didn't see it please check it out. Anyway, this chapter is really short, I'm sorry I just didn't know what to write. So here it is, please don't forget to review so I know if I'm doing a good job.

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He shot up out of the bed screaming and thrashing around trying to find Henry in the fire. He could barely move though due to something restraining him. As he continued to fight he felt pain in his wrists. He looked around. There was no longer a raging fire but instead he had again changed places. Now he was in a stark white hospital room lying on a bed with tubes in his arm and a sharp pain in his abdomen. He was also shackled to the bed by his feet and arms. As he looked around he realized that this no longer felt like a dream. This felt like real life. As he glanced around he noticed he was in a soft vest and the walls were covered in soft padding. He literally had no fucking clue where he was. Suddenly he heard the sound of a door opening as he tried to turnaround to see who it was. It was nearly imposable though considering the handcuffs. As he continued to try he felt an even more intense pain in his abdomen area. Finally after a few seconds of footsteps a young blond woman in a doctor's coat walked up behind him.

"That must have been some dream you were having." She stated not even introducing herself

"What?" he asked confused if any of this was real

"You were dreaming right? I mean that was why you were thrashing around in your sleep." She asked

"Wait a second I was sleeping?" He asked still so confused at what was going on

"Well you were in a coma but we pulled you out of that so you were kind of in a sleep/ coma state" she explained

"Wait a second so you're saying this is real? I'm … not dead?" he asked as he filled with anger and confusion

"No you're not dead, you were shot but you didn't die" she explained

"That's not possible …. I was holding the gun at point blank range, it would kill me instantly"

"You didn't shoot yourself, one of your agents saw you and shot you in the liver" she explained

"Oh my god … why the fuck was I so stupid" he mumbled as he hung his head not able to do much considering he was shackled to the bed. He couldn't believe it he had so many opportunities to kill himself but he had wanted Fitz to be there to see him die and now his plan had backfired. He was clearly not going to have any other opportunity in the near future. He couldn't believe that this was happening, he couldn't believe he had to spend another day in this fucked up world.

"Listen we can talk about this later but right now you need to rest. You got a nasty concussion from the fall so your body needs some rest." She explained and as she got up to leave. After a second though she turned around to face him.

"I noticed you have a lot of scars on your body … what are they from?" she asked.

He debated for a second if he should tell her but he figured there was no harm in her knowing the truth.

"There burn scars" he admitted

"You burned yourself? Why?"

"I'm practicing for hell"

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It was 10 minutes later and Kate was headed to talk to the president. She knew he would want an update on his son's condition and a report about where they would go from here. She felt a bit defeated since Jerry had realized that she was trying to trick him into a psychoanalysis and had immediately clamed up refusing to utter another word to her until she finally left. She knew she would try again tomorrow but first she had to talk to the president. She soon entered the room where the president was waiting.

"Mr. President a word please?" She asked

"Doctor … How is he?" Fitz asked

"Well he came out of his coma well. As you know we were able to remove the bullets from his liver. He was very lucky to be hit there because the liver can regrow quite rapidly. Now his concussion on the other hand is quite serious but not life threatening. So as you can see, overall his prognosis is good. " The doctor said as Fitz breathed a huge sigh of relief

"That's … that's amazing … So um when can I take him home?" Fitz asked

"Oh Mr. President, I'm sorry If I wasn't clear, his physical prognosis is good but his mental one is definitely not , your son has a lot of pain and a lot of hurt."

"No he doesn't, he just got a little overwhelmed. He had to grow up too fast and he just needs some love and family and people who care" Fitz said

"Mr. President your son tried to kill himself. He was ready to leave the world and I don't think this is the first time. His arms are covered in cuts and burn scars. He clearly has been hurting himself for a long time and if he doesn't get help he will only try to kill himself again" she warned.

"No he … I … does he really have burn scars?" Fitz asked and disbelief

"Yeah … and lots of them … to tell you the truth I'm surprised he's even made it this long" she admitted

"Wow ... so it's really that bad"

"It's really that bad."