IV

Emma was slightly entertained watching the situation unfold at Massachusetts General Hospital. Two people, a doctor and a grief counselor, from the Medical Examiner's office claimed, to the puzzled administration staff, that they had taken a live person, thought to be dead, from a crime scene who needed immediate medical assistance.

"What is her name?" the assistant asked.

"We don't know," Jordan replied urgently.

She looked up from the computer before saying aloud, "Jane Doe?"

"That's what we've been calling her," the grief counselor, Lily said desperately.

"I guess you don't know whether or not she's been to this hospital before then?"

Jordan swallowed and shook her head, her expression changed suddenly, "Listen, would you hurry up with this, she could be in pain or dying, she needs to see a doctor immediately!"

Emma could not help but feel amusement. She was sitting directly in front of them, slumped over, slightly, like a rag-doll, in a wheelchair and they spoke as if she was not there at all. If only she could speak out, or stand up, but she was helpless. She was thankful that she had somebody to care for her; she could not imagine what it would be like if she were still on the autopsy table.

In a private room, a hospital gown, put on her by an uneasy looking nurse, replaced the blanket that Jordan and Lily, had placed over her. "Are you sure she's not dead?" She repeatedly claimed, "She sure looks dead."

"Believe me;" said Jordan with a smirk, "I've seen enough dead bodies in my day to know that she's not dead."

A young male doctor entered. He had dark skin and eyes and wore thick-rimmed glasses. Lily had propped Emma up on the hospital bed. He did not seem to know where to begin.

"I Suppose I'll start with a physical."

Jordan interposed, "Technically she's already had one. She is living, doctor, I wouldn't want to put her in any more embarrassing situations tonight."

The doctor sneered slightly at Jordan's forwardness. He checked her vitals, blood pressure, her eyes and her ears before asking Lily and Jordan questions about her stability, "Is there anything else you can tell me about her?"

"Well, she's been like this since we took her from the crime scene. The only thing we know is that she physically responds to things like hot and cold, that's how we knew she was alive, she had goose bumps on her arms," Jordan said. "She wasn't harmed in any physical way."

"Well, all I can say is that this is some sort of drug, and we'll have to wait until it wears off to see if there is any physical damage. I will have to contact the police on this, you know."

"Don't worry, the Boston PD is already on it," Jordan said gesturing that he need not to worry.

The doctor left and slowly, over the following eight hours, with strangers and nurses by her bedside, the drug lost its grip on Emma and she slowly regained her mobility. It began with slight movement of her tongue and blinking her eyes. Her fingers and toes began to twitch. A small grin flashed upon her face. Lily Lebowski was by her, taking each small step with her, talking her through her ordeal and giving warm encouragement. She told Emma stories of mystery and heroism by her friends and fellow staff at the Coroner's Office. The stories she told, reminded Emma of her own family and friends back in Vancouver, minus the excitement and drama, and she wondered if they knew what had happened to her.

When Emma regained her ability to cry that is what she did, silent tears streamed down her cheeks in an attempt to wash away the emotional pain. Lily comforted her by holding her hand and telling her of Woody Hoyt, the detective who had vowed to find the bastard who had done this to her. By then he knew that she was alive and was searching even more vigorously through forensic means. Emma could not wait to speak with him on his progress with finding the blue-eyed villain. She hoped that she could help when she regained her voice.

"Woody always gets his man, so you don't need to worry," Lily said.

Soon, she began to have painful muscle spasms telling her that she would be able to use her limbs and the rest of her body. Lastly, Emma began to hum, silently and broken at first, but when she regained her speech, she surprised Lily by blurting emotionally, "M-my n-na-ame iss E-Emmma D-dunnnca-an."

Tears formed in Lily's eyes and after a moment she said, "Well, Emma Duncan, you're in the right hands."

AN: things seem to be getting interesting no? R&R please :)