Jordan walked into med, she hadn't been feeling all that well and she didn't wanna tell her father that she was sick. Whenever she was sick he watched over her like a hawk and always hovered over her. She didn't want him to hover.

She walked into the hospital with sunglasses on to block out the blinding bright lights, her head felt like a jackhammer pounding hard against her skull. Her stomach is doing flip flops. Her father is working a joint case with 51 and ATF.

The young Voight decided to go to Med, she still hated being alone. But trying to get past doctors and nurses being sick wasn't going to be the brightest of ideas but she could try. It didn't help that at every type of loud noise she came across she had winced adding more to her already pounding head.

Neither was the thunder from the oncoming thunderstorm that was going to hit and soon. Luckily she had just made it before the storm. She was almost to the lounge when she got hit with a wave of nausea, it seemed the faster she moved the more she felt nauseous. She was just about to be home free till she ran into Ethan.

Dammit. The last couple of times she was hospitalized for being sick, Ethan had treated her both times if he suspected anything she knew she would quickly find herself in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV of fluids and medications. She still didn't trust herself with medication since getting clean, Jordan would rather suffer all the pain in the world and being sick to avoid taking anything. The teen felt it would hurt her recovery and she valued her recovery.

The teen snatched the sunglasses off her eyes only to get blinded by the bright lights in the ED. "Hey, hey Ethan" She swallowed hard to get the nausea down.

"Hey Jo, you're sick aren't you?" The doctor asked, taking a good glance at the sick teen.

"What? No. No, what would make you think that?" She gave a nervous smile.

"Let's call it an educated guess"

"Just please don't tell my dad, you remember the last couple of times"

"Jo, I can't hide this from your father. He's gonna find out regardless and wearing sunglasses inside when it's not sunny outside was my first guess"

"It feels like there is a jackhammer in my skull" She rubbed her temples.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" He felt her forehead.

"Since yesterday" She told him meekly.

"And your father has no idea?"

"He has an important case to worry about. I'll be fine in a few days"

"That might be true but he's still your father he will always worry, it's his job to worry about you. Have you taken any meds for this yet?"

"No" She spoke quickly. "No. Absolutely not. I can get through this flu without meds"

Ethan admired the young teen for valuing her sobriety, for attempting to tough out the worst kind of pain and not take any pain medication or any medication at all.

"Jo" He started off gently. "You do know it's alright to take medication to beat this cold you just have to monitor it very closely"

"I can't. I don't wanna slip and have a relapse"

Before Ethan could say anything Jordan couldn't control her nausea any longer and she ended up vomiting on the floor. Ethan bent down slightly and rubbed her back.

"The ED is a bit full, why don't we head upstairs and find you a bed" He offered.

After finishing she moved too fast and got dizzy, hadn't it been for Ethan she sure enough would have fallen. "I'm sorry"

"It's alright, let's head upstairs"

"I'll be alright on the couch in…in the lounge"

"That couch isn't very comfortable and you need to rest"

"Just please, don't tell my dad"

"Let's get you upstairs and settled then we'll call your dad"

Ethan took her backpack and helped her to the elevator, suddenly there was a large clap of thunder that hit and the lights in the hospital started flickering. The doctor hoped he could get Jordan upstairs if the power does go out.

They got to the elevator and Ethan eased her inside carefully. Jordan gripped onto the railing to keep her balance, she covered her mouth as she coughed harshly when she looked at her hand her eyes went wide when she saw blood.

The two metal doors to the elevator closed, Ethan went to check on the teen. Jordan had curled her hand shut to hide the blood she coughed up.

"How ya holding up kiddo?" Ethan asked, pushing some hair back off her damp forehead.

"Like I'm baking in an oven"

Before Ethan could say anything the entire elevator shook then totally stopped altogether as the lights flickered and went out. Ethan then started messing with the buttons but had no luck, they were trapped.

Jordan had coughed harshly again, spitting more blood into her hand. "Wonderful" She had muttered ever so softly.