Gabby's POV

"Well, besides having a few bruised ribs, a busted lip, and some nasty bruises on her face, she's perfectly fine," Dr. Manning told Matt and me. I smiled gratefully at her before taking Naia's hand into mine, despite the blood that covered it.

There was a hesitant knock on the door and we all turned to see Detective Lindsay standing there. She smiled slightly before talking.

"Do you mind if I talk to Gabby and Matt for a moment?" She asked and Matt and I exchanged looks.

"Of course," I replied and Matt and I followed her outside of the room.

"Is something wrong?" Matt asked, concerned. I was wondering the same thing.

Detective Lindsay shook her head, "No, not really. It's just, I wanted to tell you what happened."

Matt and I both nodded to show that we were listening.

"We had set up a plan to pretend to buy the girls off Anders. It was going smoothly until Anders pulled out a gun. He held Naia at gunpoint so my Seargent, of course, had to shoot him. Unfortunately, Anders also managed to get a shot out before he was hit and the bullet hit one of the other victims, Jane Wong," Detective Lindsay said and then bit her lip.

My hand immediately flew over my mouth, "Oh my god, is she okay?"

The look on Detective Lindsay's face answered my question before she even had to say anything.

"The bullet hit Jane in the back of the head. She died in Naia's arms," Detective Lindsay said. "There was no way she was going to survive that hit."

None of us spoke for a minute, letting the information sink.

"The family," I whispered, "I can't imagine what they're going through."

Detective Lindsay nodded, "We have a support system who are with them currently. What happened, it's horrible. Why I told you this is because I think Jane's death is taking a bigger toll on Naia than she is willing to admit. So for the next while, just keep an eye out on her."

"Of course," Matt said and we shook hands with Detective Lindsay before going back into the room.

Dr. Manning smiled softly at us, "So, she should be good to go home. A few good meals won't hurt though."

Matt and I both nodded and thanked Dr. Manning before she announced she would get the discharge papers ready.

"I'm so happy that you're okay," I said quietly as I tucked a strand of hair behind Naia's ear.

She smiled weakly at us and nodded. "I was so scared," Naia whispered, "I thought I was going to die."

"You're okay," Matt said, "You're safe now."

Naia nodded again but didn't look us in the eye. She continued to stare at her fingers as she spoke.

"What did Erin tell you guys?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"She told us what happened tonight," I said, telling the truth, "She told us to look out for you."

Naia didn't say anything and I was unsure if it was because she didn't have anything to say or if she was mad.

"Naia?" Matt asked.

"I'm okay," She whispered. "I'm not dead, right?"

"Naia," I said, gently but she still wouldn't look me in the eye.

"I'm not dead with a bullet through my head." She mumbled.

Naia's POV (Sorry for the mid-chapter change)

The car ride home was silent. You would think there would be so much to say, and there was, however, I shut down every chance to start a conversation. It wasn't on purpose, it just kind of happened.

"You wanna wash up for bed and then we can talk?" Gabby asked, her voice hopeful.

I nodded and trudged to the bathroom where I slipped my blood-covered jacket off. It was a horrible idea but I didn't care so now the bathroom floor had Jane's blood on it as well.

Sighing, I placed my hands on the edge of the sink and stared into the mirror.

I looked awful.

My lip was busted and had dried blood crusting around it. I had a huge purple bruise over my left cheek and another one on the other side of my face on my jawline. My eyes were bloodshot and there were violet bags underneath my eyes. My hair was tangled and the tips of it were bright red from Jane's blood. Slowly, I lifted my bloody hands off of the white sink and placed them on either side of my face. When I let go, there were two bloody handprints on the side of my face.

Before I could stop myself, the tears escaped from the corners of my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks, over the red prints.

She was dead.

I collapsed to the floor in a fit of sobs. My now blood-stained hands gripped my jacket firmly as I bawled. I was unsure of the noises coming out of my mouth. They weren't cries, they were sounds of pure grief.

"Naia?" I heard Gabby call from the other side of the door. She knocked before repeating my name. "Naia, can I come in?"

I would have said yes, and Gabby knew that. The doorknob turned and I remembered how we would watch for that doorknob to turn when locked in the room.

I wasn't thinking straight. To be honest, I wasn't thinking at all.

"Stay away," I cried and I pushed myself against the bathtub. I held the bloody coat in front of me as if that could ward Gabby off. For a moment, I saw the look of hurt in Gabby's eye and I felt horrible for what I said but my mind was running. It was running from what happened.

"Don't come closer," I yelled, hysterical at this point. Gabby stopped where she was and put her hands up.

What was I supposed to do now? Gabby was standing in front of me, not moving, and I was pressed against the cold surface of the side of the bathtub, holding a bloody jacket in front of me.

I closed my mouth and then reopened it as a string of unintelligible words came tumbling out. I crumpled to the bathroom floor, my hands still clenching onto the bloody jacket.

"Naia," Gabby whispered as I continued to sob. She came over slowly, making sure I was aware of her presence. I made no effort to stop her so she sat down on the bathroom floor and pulled me into her lap.

"Shhhhhh," She said quietly, "It's okay, you're okay now."

And so we sat, I was bawling my eyes out while Gabby comforted me.