Claudia sat on the edge of her bed, silent. Hector stood against the window, looking out on his property. The chairs and tables were all still laid out from the party a few days ago, as was the blood. The Salazers hadn't bothered to clean everything up, their heads were still in the clouds. Hector had noticed how little Claudia had spoken since he hit her. He felt guilty, he didn't mean to hurt her. She had only spoken to ask him where Jack had gone. That had unleashed a whole lot more guilt, as he had told her they had a fight, as he put it. When she learned that he was in the hospital it was clear to her that it was more than any normal 'fight.' This had made her even madder with Hector, but she was also worried about Jack.

Ramon's contact in the hospital had contacted him with an update. He had told the brothers his condition, and that they should probably wait at least a week before they come in to see him, he had been unconscious for the better part of three days, and the drugs were also keeping him in a steady slumber. The two had agreed they would wait a week, then bring Jack back to their site, where he could recover. They didn't want to lose their right hand man, especially not because of a stupid drunken fight.

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Tony Almeida hung the phone up in frustration. Ryan Chappelle, once again, was doing his best to make their lives hard. Having been updated of Jacks condition, Division had decided they felt it best if they end this operation sooner rather than later, so would be calling him back with a deadline for Jack, in which he had to get all of the information possible. They had also decided that send over another man undercover in the hospital, to co-ordinate with Tony incase Jack received any unwanted visitors.

This was not what Tony wanted. Either they let the operation continue, or they pull it off and fly Jack home now. A deadline would mean that, once Jack had recovered, he would be very limited for time to complete the operation, and that was a bad thing. His recovery alone was going to take time, he had been told. His hip and ribs were going to cause major problems, and he would need to spend a lot of time in physical therapy before he would be walking again. This made the deadline aspect hard to grasp, for it was likely it would be well before Jack had recovered. This also made it very dangerous, as what would the Salazers think about this? Would they still want Jack as part of their organisation?

What made it worse was that it had been four days, since Tony had arrived here, and he hadn't had a chance to talk to Jack. He had been in surgery when he first arrived, and since then unconscious for the better part; so how could he discuss the plan with Jack? He walked into the room the Salazars had got Jack and saw the doctor disconnecting a few of the wires from Jack.

"I want you to stop putting the drugs into his system. I am going to need him very much awake, as soon as possible." Tony stated with authority.

"Sir, I don't think I can do that-" He tried, before Tony interrupted him.

"What are you giving him." Tony asked, his tone a no-nonsense one.

"Yesterday we withdrew from any more treatment drugs, as we thought it would probably speed his recovery, now we understand the damage and how his body is reacting to it. But we are still giving him plenty of morphine, he needs it."

"I want you to stop, now." He said, staring at the single remanding i.v. in his arm.

"Sir, with all due respect, this man is going to be in pain when he comes round. If you stop this supply, he is going to be in absolute agony, the worst kind."

"I know, just do it please."

The doctor relented, and did the necessary things to the i.v. and finally, disconnected it.

"I don't know how long it will be before he wakes, but I don't think it will be too long, I'm sure the pain will wake him."

"Thank you." Tony said to the young retreating doctor as he left.

Tony sighed and rubbed his hands through his hair. He felt guilty about what he had made the doctor do to Jack, but it had to be done if he was going to speak to him. He knew Jack would understand, and probably would want to stop having morphine anyway, he could take the pain, Tony thought.