A/N: Sorry it took me quite a long time. But thanks for sticking with me. I know I kinda left it on a cliff and I'm gonna try and update at least three stories a week. Most on weekends. So bare with me if some are short. I'm a busy person, especially since I'm trying to hang in with school and all. I have to watch kids a lot too and do chores. Trying my best to get back into writing. So sorry if the writing is a little rusty. So just enjoy, please. And again thanks for staying with me, you don't know how much I appreciate it.

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"Well then, spit it out already," Sawyer yelled from the other side of the room.

"Would you just shut up!?" She said in more of a demand than question. She then turned to the doctor, "Well?" She replied, more bravely than she felt.

"Well you see, your mom . . . well she's won't wake up from surgery. She's not dead by any means, but she's in a coma. Still breathing, problem is, that we don't know when she's going to awake. It could be days, months, even years," He explained.

Ana couldn't handle this now, but it wasn't like she had a choice. This was real and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. She didn't have a clue as to why she was even in this hell hole, and she had no way out. She was alone.

Ana nodded, waiting for him to say more.

"You're the only living family member, right?" He questioned, sounding more of an investigator than a doctor, that frightened Ana a bit.

"No, I have an aunt, her sister. She's always on the move though. She . . . uh, travels," Ana stuttered. It was a lot to take in.

"Is she blood related?"

Ana shook her head. "She was on my father's side," Ana shrugged. "We were never that close anyhow."

'Uh-huh," He nodded as he wrote on the small clip board before him. He opened his mouth to ask another question, Ana guessed at least, but was interrupted when a small noise was made . . . again . . . and again. The doctor looked down as he pulled a small square object out from his coat. "I have to go," He claimed as he held up his beeper.

"Wait! I have some questions!" Ana yelled. It wasn't fair for him to ask all the questions without giving her a chance to ask any. Basically he said her mom's life was hanging in the balance and that he needed to know that her family was all dead and then stalked off.

"I'll get Jack in here. He can help," The doctor mentioned before swinging out the door.

"Fine," Ana grunted, slouching in her seat.

"Calm down, LuLu. I'm sure she'll be fine," He tried to help.

"Oh right, so now I'm listening to you? How am I supposed to believe you when I don't know the first thing about you? And what If she's not alright, eh?"

"Relax, I was just trying to-," He said before being cut off.

"Help? Is that what you really think you're doing when you taunt me with my personal information and butt into my business?" She glared.

"Fine, I won't say another word, my lips are sealed," He cocked his head to the side before he rolled over on his side.

She rolled her eyes as she turned the other way, facing the window. It was a beautiful day. It was days like these that Ana hated most. It meant warm nights, and warm nights meant blood, lots and lots of blood. It was nights like those when Ana got most calls, bright sunny days. Days, that everyone felt safe, days that people were least to expect it, days when many innocent lives were lost. Ana hated it, especially since her mom was, only God knows where, probably dyeing and Ana may never know why. Even though most of the deaths were from attackers, Ana still didn't feel safe.

Plus there was that annoying guy over there, whatever his name may be. She really didn't care. Man, was he grating on her nerves. She was surprising herself when she didn't get up from the bed and wring his neck.

Lately it seemed more and more evident that the world was against her. Everything was going wrong and it seemed that she didn't belong. Everyday was the same and it never happened that she was the lucky one. When would it be her turn? It just didn't seem fair. Though, Ana had learned that life wasn't always fair. She would have to-

"So, miss Cortez," A voice said from across the room.

Ana turned to see an unfamiliar face. "Yeah?"

"I'm Jack, Jack Shepard," He introduced.

"Yeah, hi Jack. My doctor told me you were going to answer questions," Ana said hopeful.

"I can try, but I don't know how good can do you, I wasn't the doctor who operated, but I basically know what happened."

"Okay then, what happened?"

"Your mom, apparently, you two were driving around and shootout sprung out. And your mom ran into a fire hydrant, and you two blacked out. On her shoulder, one of the plates cracked and she suffered a concussion," He explained.

"So she's still in a coma?" Ana raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, and I can't exactly tell when or . . ."

"If she wakes up," Ana finished when he couldn't. If he wasn't going to be tough, she would have to be. She was going to have to take it, whether it was he who told her, or she figured it out herself.

"He nodded before continuing. "You made it out better than she had. You broke an arm, sprained a wrist and suffered a minor concussion. You have other bruised areas, but you'll be fine. You'll be here awhile, but like I said, you'll be fine."

"Yeah, thanks," Ana sighed.

"Yeah, if that's it, I have to get going, check on your mom, then I'm on break."

"You can go," She smiled softly. He left the room and under her breath she mumbled a few of her favorite cuss words.

"Hey, at least you didn't have a gun shot to the shoulder," He rolled his eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about? You decided not to make sense anymore, or what?" She questioned.

"Earlier, you asked what happened. Compared to your story, mine isn't all that bad."

"So, what happened?"

"I got in a bar fight. Damn bartender pulled out a gun and it hit my shoulder. That happened yesterday. I got settled in my room a little before they brought you here," He explained.

"Yeah, I'm sure you deserved it," She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, chica, care to explain what you meant by that?"

"Not really," She smirked. Tormenting him was making her feel better all ready. It wasn't like she just completely dropped everything Jack just told her, it's just, she didn't remember anything. She was worried out of her mind for her mom, but Ana was fine as of the moment. They'd tell her if something bad were to happen . . . right? Of course they would. Wouldn't they?

"Hey," Sawyer called out.

"Yeah?" She raised a brow.

"I'm sorry, you know, for everything that happened.

And it shocked Ana, that his comment was nice to hear, especially coming from a stranger.

A/N: yes, so this chapter was a bit more into serious notes, but when you get work, you get play. Don't worry, I won't disappoint. Just you be ready, okay? I'm trying to update as much as I can on weekends, so please be patient. I think I get my afternoon off tomorrow, so I'm going out with my mom and sister, I should, maybe get another chapter in of one of my stories, so be ready D

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