Chloe didn’t really remember what happened… One second she’d been backed into the corner of the bathroom, a gun pressed firmly into her sternum with Nathan Prescott’s face only inches from her own. And then the next, she’d pushed his arm and twisted her torso to the side, her ears immediately ringing.
The first thing she felt was a jolt knocking the wind from her lungs, almost like she’d been punted with a pebble but with ten times the amount of force she’d been exposed to back in the days she and Max would spend out at the lake with their parents during summer vacation. But, as with a lot of things… that didn’t last long. That jolt slowly morphed to a burning sensation, which in turn morphed into pain unlike anything she'd ever felt before blooming within her stomach.
She paled, her (now free) hands falling to the source of the pain. Her body went cold, and then the world went black.
She remembered bits and pieces from what ensued… The cold of the bathroom tiles, the mumbled words of Nathan as what, exactly, he’d done caught up to him, and hurried footsteps as someone (who she could only assume was David) burst into the room, and although she couldn’t feel the pain of the impact she remembered the door smacking her on the base of her back.
But she also remembered one other thing: a voice. A gentle, wobbly, strained voice cutting through the ringing in her ears and the surrounding chaos…
The next thing she knew, her eyes were cracking open only to immediately narrow against the harsh white of a hospital room. Her hands and feet shifted, and she noted with a grimace that a catheter had been given to her, along with what she could assume was a nice big IV line, given the sharp tugging in her hand when she clenched her fist too much.
With a groan behind her oxygen mask, Chloe’s head turned to face the window where her blurred vision was met with what she could safely assume was a person curled up in the chair beside her bed. “H-Hey…? W-what--?”
And then it happened. All of a sudden, her vision cleared. It adjusted to the bright light from her window, her pupils dilated, and any and all feeling she’d been regaining since waking up left her in a millisecond.
‘No... No, it... it can’t be... That’s impossible... she’s in -- She’s in Seattle...’