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Her eyes opened just as the policeman pushed the curtains open. Her pupils contracted as the bright rays of the sun penetrated her eyelids for the first time since yesterday.

Her beautiful brown eyes darted around the room, not knowing where she was. She tried to lift her head, but cried out in pain.

"Ms. Folfax?" the officer asked while running over to her. "Can you hear me?"

The events of yesterday came rushing back to her and hit her like a freight train. The woods, the cops, a loud pop. "Yeah," she whispered.

The officer kneeled down on the floor and came closer so that he could hear her. "Do you remember what happened?"

Libby's normally joyous eyes hardened. "Yeah. You guys got good aim."

The policeman frowned. "We're um...very sorry about that."

"I'll bet you are," she muttered underneath her breath.

Very slowly, she adjusted her head to get a better look at the man looking at her. He seemed familiar. "Who are you?" she croaked out.

The man smiled a little. "I'm, uh, officer Mandel. I was there when you got shot."

Libby's gaze hardened. "Is Jimmy alright?"

The officer looked back at her, his own stare hardening. "He's still loose. I don't suppose you want to tell us where he is?"

Libby met his gaze. "I don't suppose you want to explain why you shot me when I was just standing there?"

Officer Mandel couldn't help but smile a little. He admired this girl's strength. But her friends had still nearly killed his captain. A witty remark wasn't going to change that.

"Let's just start at the beginning. Ms. Elizabeth Folfax, you're under arrest for assisting a fugitive, assault, fleeing a police officer, illegal posession of a weapon, trespassing, theft, truancy, illegal construction of an explosive device, illegal detonation of said explosive device, among other things. I've read your parents your rights, I doubt you would remember them in your current state."

Libby cracked a smile. "That's quite a list."

Officer Mandel pulled up a chair and sat beside her. Libby got a good look at him. About six feet tall, he was handsome enough. He looked like he was in his late twenties, but his eyes held a lifetime of sorrow. She guessed that his years as a cop had hardened him.

She then got a good look at herself. She cringed at all of the tubes sticking out of her body. For the first time, she noticed the constant beeping of the machines by her bedside. She didn't appreciate the tube of blood flowing into her arm.

"You feel like talking?" Officer Mandel asked.

Libby thought for a moment. "I don't really have a choice, no do I?"

Mandel ignored her remark and took out a notepad. "Why did you assault Mrs. Vortex that day?"

Libby looked straight at him. "She attacked me."

Mandel chuckled. "Ok, sure. You want to play games, Elisabeth? We took a look at the crime scene, heard Mrs. Vortex's testimony. We know for a fact you assaulted her. Why did you do it?"

"Why did you shoot me?" she asked again.

"I didn't shoot you."

"You certainly didn't stop the guy who did."

"You had fleed the cops before, you and your partners are considered armed and dangerous. I don't suppose you heard what your little pals did to my squad?" Libby didn't say anything. "I didn't think so. Why did you do it?"

"I want a lawyer."

"You're going to need one."

"So will you. Cop shooting an innocent little kid. The media will eat this up," Libby defiantly told him.

Mandel bent down in her face. "You and your friends tried to kill my partner."

"My friends think you did the same thing," Libby told him.

They stared at each other for a moment longer before a nurse came in. Excited to see that Libby was awake, she went to fetch a doctor. Mandel finally backed away from her.

"I'll see you later, Ms. Folfax," he said while exiting the room.

Libby sighed as she her head collapsed into her pillow. Yeah, a lawyer might not be such a bad idea.