She hurt so bad. Her stomach, her head. She just wanted it all to be over. Sadly, the inmates had other plans. Currently, she was walking to the gate. She had a shotgun pointed at her back. She was being forced to tell the negotiator the inmates' demands. Her heart stopped when she realized just who the negotiator was.

She was standing, five feet from her boss. She was both happy and sad to see him. Happy, because she got to see him, yet sad because she knew how bad he felt for leaving them in there.

"My name is Frank Donovan. Who am I speaking with?" He asked.

"Dr. Catherine Watkins. I'm a psychiatrist in inmate services." Alex replied. She felt like she was going to puke. Her head hurt, her stomach burned, and she was dizzy. Today was just not her day.

"Are you hurt in any way Catherine?" She couldn't bring herself to answer that. Subconsciously she moved her hand to her stomach. Donovan noticed instantly. His eyes pleaded that he told her what was wrong.

"I have demands." She stated. She needed to remain as calm as she could.

"I need to know the conditions of the hostages first, Catherine." Donovan said.

"The condition is bad. Four dead, twenty six wounded, six critical. And if you don't restore power, they're promising to kill more." It was getting harder for Alex to remain calm. She wanted to just run to him, and be taken out of here. She wanted to go back to a few days ago, when she wasn't injured, wasn't in danger. She knew that danger came with the job, but she just wished that this nightmare would end.

"If they do that, then we come in and everybody loses. I don't bluff they need to know that upfront." Donovan looked towards the inmates.

"First they want the power restored."

"I'll need three hostages for that." He stated.

"They also have a list of demands, pertaining to day to day living conditions which are poor here."

"I'll review that one for for free. Any allegations that violate basic inmate rights will be addressed immediately and in writing."

"I want a grand jury convened to investigate charges of assault extortion and murder against the deputy warden and six of his COs."

"I don't' have the power to convene a grand jury."

"Then find a us attorney or a federal prosecutor who can." She stated. She heard the inmates all agree with her. "The inmates want a camera crew here in the next hour hour to videotape their depositions in the event that you come in here and they are killed."

"Let's step back." Donovan said as he took a step towards her.

"No, no!" she growled. The inmates began to shout no, too. The man behind her pointed cocked the shotgun. Donovan realized his mistake and stopped. He gave her an apologetic look and put his hands where the man could see them.

"If you do this, they'll give you the wounded, provided that you take their wounded too and give them medical attention equivalent to what you give the guards."

"I want the wounded. Power will be restored immediately as a sign of our good faith, how's that?"

"I'd like a grand jury. I'd like to get out of here." she sighed.

"I'll do what I can."

Before Alex could reply, she was pulled backwards. Pain ripped through her stomach and she yelped in pain. This didn't go unnoticed by Donovan. He gave her a worried look but walked out of the prison anyway.

The man who pulled Alex back threw her back to Jake. He reached out and caught her. She inhaled quickly as the pain shot through her again. "Take that dumb bitch and do something with her."

Jake glared at the guy but said nothing. He helped Alex to her feet and they walked back into her office. He pulled the chair up and sat her in it carefully.

"Alright, we have to take a look at this." Jake said.

"I'll be fine." Alex said. She laid her head back against the chair. Her head was swimming.

"Alex, you're white as a sheet. You've lost a large amount of blood. You've got a large gash in your stomach, multiple cuts on your arms, and probably a concussion from you hitting your head. Don't tell me you're fine, because we're both know you're not. Now, I'm going to go out and try to find a first aid kit or something. Lock the door behind me and don't let anyone in. Understand?" Alex thought about arguing about it but decided against it.

"Okay." she said. Jake turned around and caught one last glance of his injured friend as he left.