"Doctor Foster can you report to the A&E department please"

I can smell the blood.

My god it's so bloody tempting.

But no... thats not why I'm here tonight.

Where is the reception in this god damn place?

I wander aimlessly in search of this "Easily accessible" reception..

I stop a doctor

"Excuse me do you know where Captain Jaxon Sinclair is?

"yes certainly it's room 22b"

"And where would this be?"

The Doctor pointless to the top left of the corridor

" thank you for your assistance"

I begin to walk up the corridor some random words come ove the pa ending with doctor.

People walk past throwing an awkward glance in my direction I smile politely.

22b....

This sign looks so appealing. I rub my fingers over the bevled lettering.

I take a dep breathe and release.

I knock and turn the handle.. pushing the door open...

Here I come Jax....

Sore all over and feeling as weak as a new born, Jaxon couldn't ever remember feeling physicaly worse in her life.

What the hell had happened? She couldn't remember a damn thing. Mitch had stopped by, telling her what she had gone through medicly the past twenty four hours. Two blood transfusions and a high dose of steroids and fluids to rebuild her loss.

But how had she lost so much blood?

That was what had confused her the most. She coudn't remember anything about the night before where she had left the bar. She guess she had gotten home safely. After all... Well, she had now physical injuries, it was just a mystery as if she had been magicly sucked dry.

The fact she was already anemic wasn't helping any either. The usualy flordinian-tan skin of the Captain was still pale, and she was cold as if she were outside. She hadted being so weak, just under the thick covers of the blankets she had requested, huddled trying to fall asleep as her body was compleatly and utterly exausted.

She rolled on to her side,her back to the door. Mitch had left some time ago, fussing about a guy who claimed to know what happened, even saved her from whatever it was. But he left in a huff, escorted by a male nurse who claimed he was 'upsetting' Jax.

Far from it really, but she was tired. No one from the office had come to visit her yet, infact she wasn't even sure how he had gotten in to begin with. The first thing she had said was that she wanted no visitors... Not where Drake could find them.

Well, there wouldn't be anyone else... She had already said no to dinner, protesting sleep would just be best for her. They could bring it, but she wouldn't eat it...

Yeah, time to sleep...

She gave a sigh, snuggling compleatly under the covers. Stifling a small yawn she shut her eyes in hopes of the sand man coming to her soon...

I push the door open and look in.

There she is.

She looks so peaceful yet pale.

"Jaxon..."

The Chair beside her bed.

I walk over and sit down..

"Jaxon... I don't know if you can hear me.. but I know you won't remember last night.. I dont want to speak to you if you're not awake. "

I take off my sunglasses unleashing those brgith blue eyes.

Who the hell was there?

"Go away... I said no visitors damnit..." She said in a quiet protest. But the voice sounded oddly familliar... Not one that she was used to, but one she knew. "No reporters, and since I have none, friends and family shouldn't be an issue either."

She pulled the covers up over her head. Why were people insitant on bothering her? Where was a nurse when she needed one?

After a while though she could still feel the presence of the person in the room. Well, why weren't they going away?

"Who are you, what do you want?"