Hello everyone! We're already at 20 chapters! Doesn't that feel amazing? It does. So I decided for a nice present to you of a flashback into Emily's history.

Enjoy!

Emily had gotten two renditions from Oliver Tavery, who happened to be the security guard for the building that was bombed. She sent the rough pictures to Maldonado. Then she called John.

"Emily! Where are you?" John sounded panicked.

"It's fine. I'm at the hospital." Emily replied calmly.

"The hospital?!" John exclaimed.

"Sorry, sorry." Emily's voice was gentle. "I had to follow a witness here."

John paused for a long time. "Okay." He breathed deeply. "Okay."

"Can you come get me?" Emily asked as she looked over her shoulder.

"Yeah." John answered. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Okay. Bye." Emily sighed.

"Bye." John hung up.

Emily went to the waiting room and sat down. It slowly emptied as people left, most likely the friends and family of the people injured in the explosion. People with minor injuries were patched up and discharged.

Emily stared at the walls. They were too white, too sterile. Everything about hospitals unnerved her. The last time she was in one, she didn't fare so well. Clearly.

She had her feet planted on the ground, leaning over with her elbows balanced on her knees.

As the walls closed in around her, she could only think of the night of the explosion.

Her explosion.

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"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" The paramedic that was at the head of Emily's gurney shouted. Doors burst open and tears crawled down Emily's bloody face.

"Prep an emergency operation room, stat!" Another yelled to a nurse. The nurse scuttled away.

People in the hallways split to the sides, letting Emily on her gurney through.

A nurse appeared in Emily's view. "Can you tell me your name, dear?" She said loudly. Emily's hearing was half-functioning.

"Emily Clark." Emily answered. "Why can't I feel my arm?" She asked. She left arm traveled over to it. She felt it there, slick with blood. She squeezed it. "Why can't I feel my arm?!" Emily wailed. "My legs! Where are my legs? I can't move them!" Emily's tears quickened their pace, cutting paths through the drying blood on her face.

"Go, go, go!" The paramedics passed Emily off to the hospital's surgeons and nurses.

The gurney stopped. Four nurses grabbed the corners of the sheet Emily was lying on.

"One, two, three." One of them announced. On three, Emily was lifted and placed down on a sterile operation table.

"Okay, hook her up. I want her under in less than two minutes." A surgeon snapped on some gloves. "I'm going to be blunt with you, Emily." The surgeon look down at Emily as she was hooked up to various machines. "Your legs are gone. Well above the knees. Your right arm has shrapnel embedded deeply in it. Odds are it's going to be amputated. You have burns on the 50% of your skin that remains. I'm amazed your conscious. But we'll do what we can."

"No, no. Please don't amputate! Please." Emily sputtered. "Where's my brother!" She yelled. "Nick! Nick!" Her voice was growing hoarse.

"Alright." The surgeon stepped back for a moment to let the anesthesiologist through.

"No… No…" Emily tried to thrash around, but slipped into an empty sleep.

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"Emily!" John called out. He weaved through the chairs in the waiting room until he got to Emily in the corner. "Hey, are you alright? You looked miles away." He looked concerned.

Emily blinked away tears. "Yeah, I'm fine." She stood up, adjusting her shirt.

John pulled her in for a hug, unwarranted.

Emily melted into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his warm body. She stared blankly over his shoulder as she let her worries, her fears, and her panic fade away. She watched a man walk towards the entrance of the hospital ready to leave.

Except, he look too familiar. Emily pulled away from John.

Things moved in slow motion. Emily said "hold on" as she pulled out her phone. John stood there confused as Dorian walked up to them. He turned to look at Emily, brow furrowed, as she walked towards a seemingly random man. Emily pulled up her photos. The first image showed a scar-faced man, a scowl on his face.

Emily looked up at the man as she slid her phone into her back pocket. She broke into a run as the man spotted her approach. He turned and ran down a hallway, forgoing the convenient exit. Emily's heels clicked loudly on the floor. She kept on her toes to get more speed.

"Freeze! Police!" She yelled as she reached for her gun. But she didn't want to use it in such a heavily populated area.

The man pushed past nurses and doctors and orderlies. Emily continued her pursuit. The man knocked over an empty gurney, blocking the width of the hallway. Emily vaulted over it, pushing off the wall with her hand to gain height and power. She launched herself onto the man and took him down. He batted Emily's gun away and elbowed her in the stomach. Emily rolled off her to catch her breath. The man stood up, but Emily swiveled and swept his feet out. He landed on the ground heavily. Emily got on top of him, shoving her knee into his back, holding back his arms, nearly pulling them out of their sockets. He struggled, but Emily pushed his head down into the floor.

John and Dorian arrived. Dorian picked up Emily's gun while John took out his cuffs. John cuffed the man, holding his arms, so Emily could get off him.

The man laughed and Emily shoved her hand in his mouth.

"Get me some pliers." Emily asked, voice low.

"What?" John asked.

"Pliers." Emily growled.

Dorian came up with a pair in his hand. He gave them to Emily.

"Open wide." She hissed, wrenching open the man's mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" John cried.

Emily reached into the back of the man's mouth, wiggling a small silver tooth. She breathed a sigh of relief when she freed it. She stood and John helped the man to his feet.

"What is it?" Dorian asked.

Emily dropped the tooth in his hand. "Cyanide capsule." She turned to the man. "You're under arrest, Rune Jung. And it's about fucking time." Emily took her gun from Dorian and walked to the hospital's exit, apologizing to nurses and doctors as she went.

She called Maldonado to give her an update.

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