She was moving, not conscious yet, but she knew she was. There was no chilling weight beside her, so they must have pulled her away from Harrison, somewhere she couldn't feel him. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as the frustration of not being fully awake set in. Her mind, trying to push away the voices so she could know who was whom. After the accident, she hadn't felt much pain, maybe because she had been trying to save Harrison, but she felt it all at that moment. The prickles and scrapes, the feeling of the concrete where it ate at her knees.

Determination helped her find her voice. "Harrison." She managed to croak for anyone who would hear. Before she passed out, the ambulance found them. She heard sirens before she collapsed from exhaustion. He had to be alright; they would save him.

Harrison.

His name burned through her chest, sending fire through her veins. Cassandra fought through the haze and found her vision. Her chest heaved when she ripped the gas mask off her face and turned to push whoever was pulling her down to the stretcher. What she needed was to find Harrison, the hands restricting her would have to go.

"Hernández," Jacobs harsh voice boomed into her, and without hesitation, she turned to it, wild eyes searching. "You have to calm down and let us take care of you. See what's broken and go from there."

The fight left her; all the muscles in her body caved in on themselves after a sharp prick registered in her mind. When she dropped her head down, a silver glint of the needle caught her eye, then she was falling back into the stretcher. In seconds, her tongue felt heavy; she couldn't string any words together. Her breathing turned shallow, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as the voices disappeared, and she fell asleep again.

She woke, what felt like moments after, and everything was clearer. All her sores felt better, all the aches were gone, but somehow she knew the day had not gone by. Without much pain, her body moved through the stiffness, and she found herself standing to her feet, bracing herself with the bed as her head began to spin.

Weak from the anaesthesia, she gathered all the strength she had and forced her way out of the room and into the minimally quiet hall. It was either the blue gown or the fact that she was walking, but everyone stopped for a minute as she stepped out, and she stared back. One nurse broke out of the trance first, rushing over to take her hand, trying to lead her back into the room.

"Miss, please go back in. You are not well."

"Where is he?" she asked instead, throwing no mind to her command. If she didn't hear news about Harrison soon, the hospital would become too small for all of them to stay in peace.

If the nurse knew anything, she wasn't letting on, but Cassandra insisted, and she nodded. "If you are talking about Mr Clark, then you should know he is in surgery. For the past four hours, and we have no other news apart from the fact that he is stable."

The world tilted, but when she staggered, her knees buckling, the nurse moved closer, ready with a wheelchair for Cassandra to sit on before she hit the floor. Shaky fingers rested on her lips as she lifted her eyes to search for the truth behind the nurse's straight face. Four hours, and she had been asleep for that long, so technically, he was alone with people he didn't know. Just like her father.

"I want to see him."

The nurse then changed her expression to one of empathy. "I am sorry, but you can only see him when he is out. Family members have been waiting, your mom was here too, but we convinced her to get something to eat. She thinks you are still asleep."

The temperature was drop-dead cold making her mood even harder than she intended. "This hospital has interns, and they stay in some kind of room to watch the operations; I want to be in there. Take me, and when my mother comes to find me, you can tell her that I am fine."

Resilient to her position, the nurse shook her head, turning the wheelchair towards her room. "Dr Jones prescribed bed rest. You might not feel it now, but your injuries were also severe. You shouldn't be abusing yourself by walking around with a bruised rib and your leg in a cast. "

All the anger settled in her head, her fingers shot out to yank the frustrating nurse closer. She held on to her wrist and exhaled. "I am well aware that I am in pain, and he is in surgery, but please, forget about your rules for now. The man in your operating room saved my life, he is my boyfriend, and I want to see him, just to see how he is doing, even if it is through the glass. I am not walking, I am in a wheelchair, I wouldn't be running laps anytime soon."

"Miss."

"I am asking nicely." She interrupted before the woman could continue. She smiled with a nod. "I wouldn't stay long, I know they are people who want to see him too, his mother for example. I am just asking for a few minutes."

"Okay, five minutes is all I can give you. The doctor would be in to see you soon, and you'll have to be in bed when he comes in."

"If you are helping me, I'll do anything you ask afterwards. Even pretend like I enjoy the food." She winked. "I need to see him. I just want to see him."

The nurse weighed her options between forcing and dragging Cassandra back to her room or giving her a few minutes to see Harrison. Cassandra smiled, her eyebrows rising when she noticed a sag in the woman's stance.

"Okay." She spun the wheelchair towards the elevator and wheeled Cassandra into it when she saw it was empty. Before it closed in on them, she informed her subordinate to tell Cassandra's mother where they were when she came in.

You'll be safe.

She thought she had her fill horror, but her luck was rotten. As soon as she saw Harrison, she would make sure to tell the police everything she knew about Josephine. Cassandra wasn't sure about H.W's involvement, so she would leave him out of it. After all, Harrison said Josephine had confessed, but he didn't mention her saying anything about an accomplice.

The elevator opened, and she looked back at the nurse as she wheeled her out to an empty hall. The temperature in the room was bearable. The silence in the halls was what made her uncomfortable. Reminded her of a cemetery, which wasn't something she wanted to be thinking about at that moment.

The wheelchair stopped suddenly, and the nurse offered Cassandra her elbow. "We have to walk up to the stairs, so you lean on me, and when you feel faint... you inform me."

Well, she felt like the dessert moved into her throat, and her eyes became the ocean with all the tears she held back. She wanted to see Harrison, she really did, but she knew she wasn't in the best shape to be walking. Everything hurt with movement even though it was better than during the accident.

The walk up the stairs was long, but they finally reached the viewing room and the nurse, name still unknown, pushed the door open to let her see into it. Some of the interns looked up, falling silent when they looked in her direction. Some greeted her, and she only managed a smile while the nurse walked her closer to the glass.

"The surgery is long, but everything has been under control."

Cassandra nodded, pulling away from the nurse and walking closer to the glass window, from where she could see the lit-up operating room, with an unconscious Harrison lying underneath the theatre lights. His pale face laid still, no expression on him but twisted peace.

"What information did they give?"

She looked back at the nurse. The silence was so loud that even their breath found its way around the room. "I don't have that information; I am not one of the nurses that brought him in."

"Is there someone I can talk to? Someone who can give me information?"

"His mother is in the waiting room. If you want, I can take you there to speak to her. Maybe she knows something more about his progress. The only other thing I can do is get you to your room and have her visit you once you are settled. She was also concerned about you when she arrived."

Cassandra sighed, turning back to the glass and looking down on Harrison. "Have the police come to take any statements? I would like to speak to a detective if there is one around."

"There is, but the doctor advised him to wait until you woke up and have gone through some more tests. As I mentioned, you are also in a delicate condition. The doctor wants to monitor you to make sure you don't have any hidden internal injuries."

"Cassandra!" her mother's voice flooded the room just before the nurse could tell her to be silent. Without hesitation, she turned and fell into her mother's arms. "Oh, my dear, please, you can't be here."

All the words started rushing out of her mouth as she held her mother closer to her chest. "I didn't see the car coming at me. Harrison didn't tell me. There was no time to get out of the way. I-I..."

"Shh," her mother cooed. She turned Cassandra away from the glass and walked her out of the room and back down the stairs. The nurse hurried ahead so she could wheel the chair closer, snapping in the breaks as she took Cassandra's hand and helped her to sit. Her mom dropped down on a squat, lifting Cassandra's legs off the floor and setting them on the footplate. "Please, you just need to be patient."

"It was Josephine."

Her mother nodded, a tear trailing down the side of her face before she hastily wiped it off. "You were rambling after they put you under some anaesthetic. You wouldn't stop apologising until you finally slept. Umm, Harrison's mother is quite shaken about the Josephine thing, and she doesn't blame you for anything."

"We have to find her."

"We will, but you also have to take care of yourself. This isn't like you falling down that stairs; you were hit by a car. that means we are getting you back to bed, and you let the rest of us worry about finding Josephine."

Her mother took up the task of pushing the wheelchair as Cassandra heard her own words replay over and over in her mind. Her heart race sped through her chest, and she folded her fingers into her palms, feeling the nails draw blood. It had been weeks trying to figure out who hated her enough to try to kill her. Now she knew, she knew a name, a face and she was going to do everything possible to make the woman responsible pay for all she lost.

If Josephine wanted a fight, Cassandra lifted her head as the elevator door closed shut; she found it.