A warmness radiated on the surface of his skin bringing him to peace. The light calms him and feels blissful to him. Whatever happened before didn't matter. All that mattered is now. In fact he can hardly remember what happened before.

Was there something important that happened? He wasn't sure, but his mind wasn't worried about it. He sat in his bubble not expecting anything to happen.

He could stay like this forever.

But soon his bubble shook in no time as if something is out there trying to reach him. Everything is vibrating so loudly he can feel his body go numb.

It is uncertain to him why it is all shaking abruptly. He sat still not trying to keep his bubble intact. All he could do is watch.

Watch his world cave in. Watch it all disappear. "Blood," His voice echoes in his head, a memory he could never forget.

"My son," His solemn voice echoes, he whispers and can feel his words disappearing in his pit black mind. That's right; he could never forget what happened.

Jay's mind awakens and soon his eyes are opening to the world which welcomes him. Lying in a hospital bed, he sat immobile and very weak.

A throb of pain surges through his body reminding him that he's human. A small linger of pain medication eased his mind of all the agony he should be feeling.

The sun peeks through the blinds to his right ever so slightly brushing his face with its gentle hand. His bed sat in the middle of the room, his body receiving blood hung over his right bedside without him realizing it.

To his left sat the doorway to the hallway which he could hear quiet chatter beyond the door. His eyes rolled over and looked at the closet in front of him.

Finally his mind woke up, "Mitchell!" the realization screamed him awake from his state. In a rush, Jay proceeds to get out of bed. The pain inflicts his body in no time from his gunshot wound and the minor bruises from the car accident. His body felt too weak to get out of bed but he didn't listen to what his body was yelling at him. He needs to find out what happened to his son.

But before he could get out of the bed the door slid open and a person comes in wearing a white coat. Jay looks up and stops in surprise. Seeing Dr. Reagan before him, "Mr. Pritchett it's best for your health that you stay in bed." Her voice becomes stern warning him.

He can't believe it's her and that she's even here. It doesn't make sense why she would be here in the San Diego hospital. She moves to him and helps him get back in bed, covering him with the blanket.

The man's eyes watch her the entire time speechless but suspicious. "You've been out for quite a while. The police are here to see you." She informs him with information he doesn't care about.

"My son." He immediately says interrupting her before she could say anymore needless information. "What happened to Mitchell? Is he okay? Where is he?" His questions come pouring out fast and angry. Even though he breathes heavily it felt like the air wasn't getting to his lungs.

The woman pauses and then smiles, her smile making the man cautious, "He's fine." She informs him. A load of weight that was crushing his chest is lifted off of him making it easier for him to breathe. He sighs and smiles grateful to know he's alright.

"I want to see him." He demands not caring at this point what happens to him. He just needs to see him.

"No. You can't see him. You need to eat and you need to talk to the police." She firmly informs him as she leaves the room for a minute then coming back in as a nurse follows her in with a tray of food. The nurse pulls out the table and places the food in front of Jay. They don't say another word until the nurse leaves.

"I ordered this meal special for you. You can only eat light meals since you'll be on liquids most of your time here." Dr. Reagan instructs him for his health.

His blue eyes stare at the white rice with raw vegetables on the side. He firmly stares at the vegetables noticing something weird about them.

"Don't forget to eat your vegetables." She says in a humorous tone hoping to lighten the mood. But his stale state didn't ease up, it stays the same. How could he lighten up? When everything so messed up, like it is.

"Press that button to your left if you need any help." She says finally before she leaves. She walks out the door looking at him one last time then closes it behind her. Jay looked back and forth from his food and to the door. Suddenly he noticed it. A piece of paper stuck out from under the vegetables.

He quickly snatches it. He looks up again at the door to make sure no one is watching him. He looks back down at the folded note and opens it

"Don't trust anyone." It reads.

His eyes peel suspiciously at those words. He isn't sure how he should understand this message. Anyone or everyone? Who is anyone? But a gut feeling struck him deeply making a chill run down his back. This is bad.

BZZZZZ

A sudden vibrating noise came from the closet in front of him. His eyes stared at it, the distance only a few feet. "Claire!" He acknowledges. How could he forget? What is wrong with him?!

Jay doesn't think about it, he swings his feet over the bed, his warm bare feet touching the cold laminated floor shocks his frail body. The poor man rips the wires attached to his chest, from the heart monitor, freeing his body that made him feel chained down like an animal.

The man keeps his right hand on the bed for support as he pushes himself up. His feet feel almost limp making it difficult for Jay to move but nevertheless he forces himself closer to the closet.

The sensation in his legs feels as though they will give out at any moment. The fear which forces the old man to move faster before it happens. But the faster he moves the more he can feel the stitches on his arm tear little by little making the torment come in waves throughout his body.

He stops for a second to breathe but also to ease the constant pain that covers every inch of his body making him soon tremble and begin to lose stability in his body. The poor old man can feel his heart pounding against his chest so powerfully the vibrations travel to his ears. Jay takes his first step all over again. The man moves his right foot forward almost feeling like he'll fall but he braces himself on the bed frame.

His state is making the poor man frustrated. His eyes quickly dart to the door looking through it. The man can see a few nurses go on about their day without noticing him. Jay knows he needs to use this chance before they notice him. He tries to move as fast as he can, which his idea of moving fast is to fling himself.

He throws himself on the closet door, clinging onto the handles and holding himself up. Jay opens them urgently finding his dirty clothes in a light blue bag. He opens the plastic bag and searches for his phone finding it in a few seconds. He puts the bag how it was before he opened it.

His head sticks slightly out peeking over to see if the nurses spotted him but thankfully they didn't. He closes the doors and limps urgently back to his bed putting the heart monitor pads back on his chest.

He throws his body back in the bed which in result makes him quietly cry out in suffering. Quickly he covers himself with the blanket trying to seem like he didn't get up. Jay opens his phone seeing the battery is about to die at 5%.

He sees over 100 calls and messages from Gloria, Phil, Cameron, Haley, Luke, Manny and one unknown number he missed the call from. The call from this number was ten minutes ago. Are these those scumbags that took his daughter?

Suddenly the unknown number calls again surprising him. He stares at it for a second breathing in he answers the call putting the phone to his ear, "Hello?" his voice sounded furious his emotions he didn't pay attention to.

"$250,000 for her life. Drop the cash off at the Coronado Ferry Landing Pier, under the pier. You have till the end of this week. Come alone. If you have the help of the cops, we will kill her. We are always watching you, we see everything. If you do not comply she will die." A male's voice says, the mysterious man hangs up immediately the call lasting only ten seconds.

"The end of this week? That's in four days." He says under his breath. The door suddenly opens surprising Jay, he hides his phone under his pillow. He looks back and the nurse from before who gave him his food comes in with a smile on her face.

"Hi, Mr. Pritchett! How are you?" She asks but he can't answer. His mind is scattered he can't even think straight to give her an answer.

She stops in her tracks, seeing he didn't eat his food. "Don't have an appetite?" She asks worried for him.

He forces himself to say something otherwise he'll look suspicious, "Uhmm…. No." he answers awkwardly. She smiles at him and takes his food away.

"I understand, but please eat your food next time." She says kindly and leaves the room with it.

His thoughts quickly go elsewhere. He needs to reply to Gloria and tell her he's alright. He can't have her getting in the way of all of this plus he wouldn't want to involve her with dangerous people. But before he could take his phone out again the door opens. He stops and looks directly towards the door.

A man in a white coat comes in with Dr. Reagan. "Looks like you are finally awake." He says with a smile. Jay doesn't smile back instead he just watches them.

"I am doctor Sullivan and here with me is doctor Reagan." He begins to introduce Jay to the woman who he already knows while she smiles at him like they hardly know each other.

Dr. Sullivan a man who looks to be forty years old with slight grey hair mixed in his black hair and a five o'clock shadow stands beside the woman smiling at him.

The introduction doesn't make sense to him, "Yes I know. I met her already." The man informs them both. Dr. Sullivan and Dr. Reagan both react alarmed by his words.

"Umm.. I'm sorry but you just woke up right now Mr. Pritchett." The male doctor informs Jay.

"No… I was just talking to her twenty minutes ago." Jay says again. The male doctor looks back at Reagan, "Mr. Pritchett-"she begins to say, "We never talked. You just woke up right now. Our monitors registering your activity, and it alerted us that you woke up right at this minute." She says gently like she's talking to a scared child.

Jay just watches the two of them not believing them, "Excuse me Sir, do you know what year it is?" Dr. Sullivan asks.

"2016." He says without hesitating.

"Do you know who the president is?" Dr. Sullivan asks again.

"Barack Obama." He answers again hoping he'll at least realize the man is fine mentally.

"A nurse was just in here. She took my dish of food." He says again trying to prove some sense to the male doctor.

Dr. Sullivan looks disturbed by Jay feeling almost guilty, "Mr. Pritchett no nurses have visited you in the last hour." Jay reacts surprised, he didn't believe them.

They must be playing a game. But it wouldn't make sense of them to be this way. His blue eyes look back at the both of them with confusion as to why they are lying. But the two doctors saw his speechlessness as something else.

The male doctor turns to Reagan, "Did you do a PET scan?" he asks her urgently.

"No, I never had the chance. I just arrived." She replies.

"Do that immediately." He instructs her and turns back to the frustrated man.

"Mr. Pritchett you may be suffering from a head injury. The PET scan will tell us what's going on and-"the man begins to explain but Jay interrupts, "I know what a PET scan is." He says angrily not willing to sit there and listen to him while he talks to Jay like he's a child.

"Alright Mr. Pritchett, calm down it's going to fine." Dr. Reagan steps in while Jay fumes with anger.

"How can I calm down when you two think I've lost my fucking mind?!" His voice rises bursting with sudden anger which surprises them both.

"Sir, please calm down." Dr. Sullivan instructs Jay in a firm tone hoping to control the situation.

"Let me see my son." Jay orders not caring anymore.

"Your son?" Dr. Sullivan says with confusion. He looks at the woman next to him which she shrugs her shoulders.

"Sir… you don't have a son… at least he didn't come with you in this hospital. What is his name? I'll have him looked up for you." The man says who seems to be genuinely concerned.

"She's lying! She said he was fine! I know he's in this hospital!" Jay yells at the woman. He attempts to grab her to make her speak the truth. But she dodges a bullet moving back in time before he could hurt her. Dr. Sullivan pushes Jay to lie back down holding him there.

"Please tell me the name so I can help you." He says calmly but stern to the old man.

"Mitchell Pritchett." He unwillingly complies with distaste in his voice while looking at the woman intently. His blue eyes pierce right through that woman, he's warning her to do what's right otherwise he'll give her hell.

Dr. Reagan looks him dead in the eye before leaving and for a split second they exchanged looks of hatred and pain. She leaves the room, a minute or so later and she comes back in with a different nurse.

"There's no one here with that name." She says in a matter fact way as if she already knew the answer to his problem.

Jay's blue eyes stare at her angrily while he can feel his rage boiling inside him to a breaking point.

"Are you sure your son came with you? Maybe you thought he was here. We can help you and find out where he is." Dr. Sullivan attempts to help the poor man but Jay completely ignores him.

The older man can't hear anything but what he wants to do to this evil woman. Quickly Jay stands up, his sudden abruptness surprises Dr. Sullivan enough to where Jay can push him to the ground.

His stitches entirely rip out reopening his dangerous wound while jumping to his feet he pulls the heart monitor on the ground until the wires are torn from his chest.

Dr. Reagan freezes in shock for a second and then turns to run out of the room but she didn't react fast enough. The hurt man aggressively and angrily snatches her shoving her against the wall behind her.

He grips her neck with his hand almost choking her as he screams in her face, "Stop lying! You have him! I know you do! Stop lying you bitch! Tell the truth!" His saliva sprays on her face making the woman close her eyes.

Her leg's buckle in fear but Jay's grip on her throat keeps her up. Her weight resting on his hand worsens the shooting pain in her neck making her immediately shed tears.

Dr. Sullivan jumps back on his feet as soon as he rings her neck. He darts to the older man gripping his gown he tears Jay from the poor woman with all his might.

The noise of the sudden fight and screaming brought two males nurses and one other male doctor in the room. All of them grab him and wrestle with the furious and seemingly deranged man to the ground pinning him there.

Two other doctors gently grab Dr. Reagan and guide her to safety while the four men struggle to keep Jay down.

A fifth nurse comes in with a syringe and mysterious liquid inside it. The poor hurt man tries to talk sense into the men, who pin him down on his stomach,

"She's lying! She has my son!" He yells, his distraught voice traveling out of the room for everyone else to hear.

The male nurse with the syringe injects Jay in his arm while the other four men keep their tight and firm grip on him. Soon after a minute, his struggle against the medical staff loosens as his muscles relax. He can feel his mind become fuzzy, his eye-sight blurry and his body numb. It felt as though he perfectly fell to sleep.

Hours later…

His ears rung and his throat felt sore from the aftermath as Jay began to wake up. Everything felt shaky like he woke up to a sudden earthquake. His mind felt a little disorientated but he soon got his bearings sometime after.

The man opens his eyes seeing the ceiling above him. The poor man attempts to move his head to his left but something is restricting him. His blue eyes look down finding his entire body strapped down to the bed. His eyes widen in chilling shock. He can't believe this… This can't be happening!

Thank you for reading. I'm sorry it's been forever. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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