Jenna sat in a chair. She'd been taken into a small office with the head defender: 'Harrison' as displayed on his chest badge, and Jan. Both sat before her, rough in personality. They wore the base's standard outfits, although Harrison had a patch with two gray lines above his right breast.

"You left the base around midnight last night, correct?" Harrison asked. He was in his early 40s, relatively buff, clean-shaven with a short brown cut, and had an extensive military background. He used to be a lieutenant colonel in Sinnoh's army, the third most powerful military among the regions behind Alola and Kalos, having served for nearly twenty years, but was dishonorably discharged and confined for two years after disobeying a direct order.

His mindset from serving was why Chris appointed him to help run everything. It played a major part in why the base was run as well as it was and why the defenders were trained as well as they were. Harrison had even taught Jenna a lot, from improving her handling of firearms to basic combat. She just had trouble applying it. She respected Harrison deeply.

Jenna nodded and slouched in her chair. She wasn't in the mood for interrogation after leaving the hospital but knew it was necessary. She wouldn't get off so easily after everything that had transpired.

"Jan and I found you on the brink of death under a bike on Route 215. The gauze wrapping your hand was drenched in blood, and you were bleeding from the back of your head. Hiko led us back to you. You're lucky to be alive, and we're glad you are." Harrison leaned in. "But you have some explaining to do before we can let you go, starting with the reason you went out two nights in a row at forbidden hours."

Jenna often closed her eyes, fatigued. Her voice matched it. "I… wanted to find medicine for Chris since we don't have any more here. I was through sitting around being useless while he suffered."

"The risk for reward is basically non-existent. What you did wasn't helpful." Jan peered at her. "I should have stopped you myself the first time. You out of your mind, Jen? To go at all is insane, but alone is extreme and puts yourself and this entire base in danger. We send out organized teams for–"

Harrison put up a hand and cut the lecture short. "Jenna, do you know what happened to Amy?"

Her chest ached upon hearing her name. She knew that question was coming. "She didn't want me to go, but I went anyway." Jenna refrained from crying, though her eyes were glossy and her voice started to quaver. "I went to Sunyshore with a bike and rifle she gave me, where I found pills but got shot when two people saw me. It turns out—" she sniffled, and her voice trembled more. "Amy had a feeling and had followed me. She saved my life, her and Hiko."

"So, where is she? Do we need to send some of ours to rescue her?" Harrison was prepared to use resources as Amy was a valuable and loyal addition. He eyed her, awaiting a response for several moments.

"...Dead." Jenna swallowed while tears she couldn't help streamed down her cheeks. "A-And she wouldn't be if I hadn't left or if I wasn't so keen on leaving with painkillers instead of my life."

Harrison nodded. He wouldn't scold or punish her, and even Jan kept quiet, the silence pervading the air. It was an unfortunate and sensitive situation. "...That will be all for now. You should go rest. Last night was a long one. A duffle bag holding your clothes and equipment is out front."

Jenna stood, taking a shaky breath while walking to the door, but stopped before it. "...And maybe I w-was out of my mind. I don't think I've been in it since Chris got sick. I just wanted to do for him what no one was." She exited and closed the door behind her, walking down the hall and nearly dragging her steps.

Everything hurt. One of the doctors had cleaned her wound and wrapped her hand with new gauze, instructing Jenna not to wet it for at least a full day. The back of her hand, where the bullet exited, was stitched, and there were still no meds on base, so she would have to hope the wound wouldn't get infected and go back for a follow-up in a couple of days.

When she made it outside, she saw Hiko sitting by a black bag and looked at him. She couldn't bear it and fell to her knees, her eyes welling uncontrollably with tears while she whimpered. The sight of him broke her.

When Jenna looked back up, she saw him sitting before her. She sniffled and wiped her nose before reaching for the bag, pulling it to her with struggle and unzipping it. Jenna looked through her belongings before stopping and staring inside, then pulled out Amy's necklace and used the water in her pouch to rinse the dry blood away. She held it up to Hiko while her hands quivered.

He leaned forward to grant his consent and let Jenna drape it over his neck. It would be a lovely memory. He was grateful she could retrieve the necklace before they left Sunyshore.

"Hiko…" Jenna hugged his neck, burying her face in his fur and sobbing, which was muffled. "I'm s-so fucking sorry." She'd left him without a trainer and lost a good friend due to her selfishness. How could she live here now? Jenna would never see Amy, not on or off shift, and she would see Hiko alone.

She pulled away and let her arms fall. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were stained from tears. "I-I'll never forgive myself… You shouldn't either. Never."

Hiko gave her his eyes. It wasn't like him to show it, but he, too, was hurting. It was in a way he couldn't process. Amy would still be here without Jenna's rash decisions, but he understood Jenna's side as well and wouldn't direct his emotions toward her. It would help neither.

"Do you have a place to stay tonight?"

He nodded. Hiko would sleep at Amy's home. It was all he had left other than her necklace, and he wouldn't feel comfortable elsewhere.

"Okay… I'm gonna go to mine. If you need anything, you can come to me if you'd like." The least Jenna could do was offer Hiko her care, although that may be the last thing he wanted. She grabbed her key from her pouch and then stood, zipping the bag closed and hanging it over her shoulder.

After almost a minute of walking, she heard steps behind her.

"Jenna?"

She stopped and turned around to a girl three years younger than her with dry, disheveled short black hair and blue eyes. She was below average in height and would stand at Jenna's neck if in front of her, and she was skinny enough to see the outline of her ribcage or hips if undressed. That was Abby. Jenna hung out and talked with her often and considered her a close friend. Abby worked day shifts as a defender and went out with groups to scavenge and provide for the base, so it was more common for Jenna to see her, but she hadn't recently due to her only going out at night.

"What on earth happened to you?..." Abby scanned her, from her gauze to her face. Jenna looked like a wreck. She'd never seen her in such an awful state, so it was deeply concerning.

"Could we talk another time?" Jenna couldn't. She wanted only to isolate herself.

"Sure…" Abby watched her walk away. She got the hint but wouldn't leave this alone for good.

Jenna's stroll home was tedious. Most residents stared at her she crossed, a few she knew even asking about her condition, but Jenna didn't tell them much other than she'd be fine and wanted to rest.

She didn't truly know anyone, and the only reason people cared even slightly was because of whose sister she was. At least that's how Jenna perceived it, but it wasn't right to generalize. She didn't want to become bitter, but life had a habit of making that a challenge recently.

When she got to her door, she stood before it and sighed. Jenna wanted to be glad she was back but didn't feel a thing except hatred for herself. The night could have gone differently or not happened at all, but she'd pushed and opposed any sensible thought that told her to turn back.

Already, the moment Amy got shot, the revolting sounds she made while struggling to live during her last moments. It all played on a loop in her head, and Jenna couldn't stop it. She felt sick and chilled over. It was misery and nothing but.

Jenna unlocked and pushed the door open, met by Bizzy sitting near the couch with worry in his eyes upon seeing her.

He looked from her weak stance to her wrapped hand and bruised cheek. "Bi..." he muttered in shock. Bizzy took steps while looking up at her. What happened, and who did that to her? Jenna looked worse than he'd ever seen her.

She dropped the bag and walked to the couch, slumping onto it. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "I'm okay."

"Bu…" She didn't seem it. Even her voice sounded broken. He climbed on the couch and stood beside her, staring with sorrowful eyes. Bizzy wasn't even aware she'd left last night.

"I just… I need to sit." Jenna wouldn't take the Anastin. She would give it to the doctors soon. She could deal with the pain that plagued her, and fortunately, she mainly felt numb. Jenna pulled Bizzy onto her lap and embraced him, her arms often slipping that she weakly pulled up. "I'm sorry."

He rested against her, his cheek on her lower chest. He knew something was very, very wrong, but the most important part was Jenna being alive. Bizzy didn't want her to leave again, and seeing her this way hurt him. It tugged at his heart. She was always so kind and sweet to everyone. Jenna couldn't have done anything to deserve this.

He felt her arms gradually fall limp around him completely and looked up to see her eyes closed. Her face turned and was against the cushion. She'd fallen asleep, and Bizzy would stay with her until she woke up. He hugged her sides, rubbing her chest with his cheek.