"Erin? Erin. Erin, can you hear me?"
A bright slit of light made her eyes squint as they slowly opened. She think she had heard her name.
"Oh my God, Erin! You're okay. Oh my God, you're okay!" She felt arms squeezing her arms and chest and hot teardrops onto her hospital gown. Her sister pulled away choking and sniffling.
Erin looked to her bedside and could make Brigid out against the brightness in the room. She felt fuzzy.
"Where am I?" she murmured.
"Hospital. Someone dropped you off in front of the ER. You've been out for two days. You had to have a substantial blood transfusion.." Brigid said wiping her eyes.
Erin's head was slowly clearing and the details began filling back in.
"What about the guy? Are you hurt? Did you call the police?" Erin pelted her in a cracky voice. She really needed some water.
Brigid became tearful and choked like a scared little child who had gotten lost.
"I got the neighbors to call the police and told them and when they phoned the police they said I shouldn't go back to find you and to wait until they arrived and that we had felt like someone had been stalking us but nothing for sure so we didn't report it and then they came and found you gone and a lot of broken trees and I couldn't find you, Erin, I couldn't find you!" She cried harder. "And the neighbors took me home and the police said they would keep searching for you and the man who attacked us and then there was a phone call at dawn that you had been found outside the ER and had been admitted and so the neighbors dropped me off and made sure I was okay and to call them if I needed anything and I called Ellie and she said she would come be with me, too." Brigid did a deep sniffle and tried to catch her breath after each run-on sentence. "I was so scared, Erin. Where did he take you? Do you know how you got here? They said you had lost a ton of blood and the police are going to come interview you when your head clears. What happened?"
Erin gave a small smile, pulling the canula out of her nose.
"Can you hand me some water?"
Brigid grabbed the water by the bedside and helped Erin sit up to drink.
"Did you figure out any sequences? Is this all the same equation? It seems to be lining out from what you said a few weeks ago when we went to that Cirque Freak show." Erin asked between sips.
"I mean, besides the new ones that are pointing to something else but from the past, the ones I've already told you about; but as far as this is concerned, none of the new points have added up to the culmination of whatever this is. It's still going on. This one is bigger and longer." Brigid ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Ugh, I'm so frustrated! I can't figure this out! What if you get hurt again or that psychopath comes back?" Brigid's eyes became to tear up again.
"Hey, hey. Come on now. That's not going to happen." Erin said grabbing her hand.
Brigid looked at her disapprovingly. "You know the field of probability."
"I know. But look! The field of probablity worked in my favor." She raised her left arm up that was bound in cast. "He broke this arm. I can still function with my dominant right hand. Some things just work out." Erin smiled trying to make Brigid laugh.
Brigid laughed and slowly shook her head. "Yeah, that's luck right there."
Erin leaned back against her pillows and sipped some more water. "Is there any way we can get the police in here ASAP? I really, really want to go home. I work in a hospital. I don't want to spend time here more than I have to."