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Chapter Sixteen

Brenda tried to think really hard before she opened her eyes to remember where she was at and what had happened. She moaned slightly and felt someone's hand brush across her forehead.

"Brenda?" he whispered. "Can you open your eyes?"

She sighed softly and slowly tried to open one eye. Bright light shot through and then pain seared to her head. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Light," she whispered. She heard a click and felt it dim behind her eyelids.

"Try opening your other eye," he said.

It took her only a few moments to become fully conscious of her surroundings and focus on the face in front of her.

"Jason?" she asked.

"Hey. Welcome back." He tired to smile but he was too concerned for her.

"What happened?" she asked.

"How are you feeling?" he responded. "Are you in pain?"

She shook her head slightly.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"You were shot twice in the shoulder. You had surgery to repair some muscle."

"Is he dead?" she asked him slowly closing her eyes.

"Yes."

"I told you everything would work out," she whispered.

When she woke up the next time things seemed clearer. She tried to stretch but pain shot through her shoulder and arm. Her head throbbed. She reached up and gently touched her cheek and felt the stitches and cut along with the bruising along the side of her face.

"Hey," Robin said walked into the room fully. She'd be standing in the doorway watching her friend sleep. "How you feeling?" she asked.

"Could be better I guess," Brenda responded.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Most of it. I don't remember getting shot."

"Jason's been pretty worried about you. Sonny finally dragged him back to the penthouse and told him to sleep."

Brenda didn't respond.

"Lois called. She said she would try to get here as soon as possible, but she's been rearranging your schedule so she's been busy."

Brenda nodded.

"And Jagger called. He said next time you want to play cops and robbers to call him instead of going after a crazy man."

Brenda smiled.

"Is something going on with you and Jagger?" Robin asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Not really. He was the one who convinced me to talk to Jason. He's a great friend, but that's all we can be living on opposite sides of the world."

"So, if I told you he might be taking a job at the PCPD, you wouldn't be interested?"

Brenda sighed and ran her free hand through her hair.

"Can I shower?" Brenda asked.

"Not yet. Want me to call an orderly to give you a sponge bath?" Robin suggested.

Brenda laughed and winced.

"Did that hurt?" Robin asked.

"A little."

Robin pressed along her ribs a little and Brenda sucked in pain.

"I'm going to have someone take you to x-ray. Aside from hitting the mirror, anything else? Any trauma to your stomach?"

"I don't think so. I don't remember."

Robin nodded as she made a note in the chart.

"You'll be fine." Robin squeezed Brenda's hand before leaving the room.