Author's Note: Hope everyone is doing well and not suffering too badly from The Brave Withdrawal Syndrome. I'm hoping to have a longer chapter ready tomorrow.

Jaz's POV

I watched as McG closed the door behind him. This trip was probably not my best idea. I managed to get to my feet and shuffled my way over to the sink. I hurt like hell. I got a look in the mirror and I realized I looked like hell too. I didn't even look like myself between the swelling and the parchment paper color of my skin.

"It's just temporary," I assured the damaged me in the mirror.

I couldn't be back to normal fast enough. Just standing and holding onto the sink was fast depleting what little strength I had. Calling McG for help was looking like a better option every second but I refused to let myself give up. I needed to take every opportunity to work on my strength and endurance.

It seemed to take an eternity, but once I finished what needed to be done, I sat back down on the edge of the tub before lowering myself to the floor. The dizziness of earlier was back with a vengence and there was no way I wouldn't have fallen off the tub rim. Probably would have hurt myself even more and then there would be no more bathroom trips for me.

This whole experience didn't bode well for the rest of our escape plan. I needed to be able to do for myself and using the restroom had taken every scrap of energy I had. It was well known that asking for help wasn't one of my strong suits. But this entire experience was proving to be a lesson in just that skill. I closed my eyes, leaned my head on the rim, kept a grip on my bag of IV fluids, and called out for McG. He practically stumbled over me getting into the bathroom.