The man ran around the corner as Jake Peralta, Rosa Diaz and Charles Boyle all closed in on him. Jake swung a left, heading him off and surprised the man by emerging from the corner in front of him. But this man would not be stopped.

"You're going down-oof!" Jake fell to the floor as he felt a punch to the side of his head. His vision swam and he tried to shake his head, but it felt like it was made of lead. He vaguely heard Rosa shouting, but it was like being underwater. He felt someone touch his arm. Amy? Charles? What...

The darkness claimed him.

"His eyes are opening!" A voice appeared from the darkness, but Jake couldn't place it. He blinked like an overgrown owl as a light came into his vision and he tried to complain, but all that came out was a moan and he weakly tried to move his head.

"Oh, none of that young man..." This voice was different. "You took quite a hit... Ah there we are, he is focusing. Welcome back Jake."

Jake blinked a few times and looked around the room with confusion on his face. The whole squad was there, watching him like hawks, except... He hardly knew them. In response, he gave a whimper and a moan of confusion, fear etched into his face. The doctor frowned and wrote something down. Holt spoke up.

"Does he not recognize us?" He asked the doctor.
"He might not right away, he did take an extreme hit to the head. We have a few scans lined up and see how that goes. Also, there might be too many people here for him to process at the moment, perhaps one at a time."

Holt nodded. "Of course, I understand. Squad..." He turned to look at his detectives as the doctor checked a few more things. "Let's give Peralta some air and come in one at a time. Santiago, you can stay."

Amy nodded, daring herself not to speak and watched as the rest walked out. The doctor finished up and looked at Amy. "I'll just be in the corner, observing." Amy smiled and walked over to Jake, sitting on the chair beside the bed. She had faced down some of the worst things New York had to offer... But this. It made her feel sick to her stomach.

He still looked like Jake of course, except the IVs in his arms and the large bruising on the side of his head. They had shaved that part of his hair off to get a better look.

Jake turned his head slightly, then relaxed it against the pillows the doctor had propped him up with. He watched, no... Stared at Amy, drooling slightly. Amy smiled and got a tissue, gently wiping his mouth. "Always the messy one... Jake? Do you know who I am?"

Jake watched her, but no memory came to mind. He seemed to grow frustrated and gave a half growl, half moan, gripping the bedsheets. Amy frowned and held onto his hand. "Jake, it's alright... We'll take this one step at a time."

Jake looked at her again and clicked his jaws together a few times, irritated he couldn't get his words out. Amy tried to calm him, but Jake was getting more and more irritated. He gave a cry as his back arched. He groaned and bit the pillow, chewing on it. The doctor rushed over, pressing a button for a nurse.

Amy stood up and moved away, tears in her eyes as two nurses came in and suddenly Jake was taken out the room in his bed, whilst the doctor was shouting something for a scan. Then, she felt Holt's hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him, tears running down her face.

Holt said nothing, but pulled Amy into a hug as she cried and didn't let go.

The darkness once again came for Jake. He felt only his world moving, which was a strange sensation. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeep. God that noise was getting on his nerves.
"Nearly done Jake. You're doing really good."

That was a nice voice, but the beeping continued. He groaned and he blinked his eyes open. "All done, good timing buddy." Jake looked from where he was laying on a table at a CT scanner. He whined and looked as a cage was lifted off his head and then a small team moved in, moving him back to bed. Jake whined and moved a bit, the team stopping for a second, holding the board still until Jake settled down again.

Once again, he turned and chewed on the pillow, watching the team tidy up like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Meanwhile, the squad was in the waiting room, Amy was outside, smoking her ninth cigarette in an hour, Rosa was with her. Terry looked around the room.
"Man I hate hospitals." He frowned. "I don't suppose Jake is liking them much either at the moment."

Charles looked at Holt. "Is he going to be alright Captain?"
Holt looked at him and then looked down. "I don't know. But he is alive and that is the best news we have so far.

In the room just off to the side of the main CT scanning area, the doctor was going over the result and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. This was always the worst part of his job. He looked up out the small window as the small team outside make Jake comfy again, giving him a blanket. Jake gripped the blanket, staring at it and looked at the team like he had just made a major discovery. He gave an excited cry.

One of the older nurses, Sharon smiled at him. "You like that? Got them this morning, much softer than the older ones. Oh, here.." She grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth from where he was drooling again. Jake blinked and seemed to smile crookedly at her. Sharon smiled back.

"Well, there is a sign of improvement I must say, come on then sweetie, let's get you back to your friends."

The doctor watched them go and sighed before looking at the results.
"Dammit."