"Here" June shoved her phone towards my chest "Dial emergency for me and put it on speaker" She demanded as she concentrated with rough breathing, veering the car side wards to avoid another hit

I did exactly as she asked, listening to the tone ring once before a woman answered "Police, fire or ambulance?"

"This is detective June Miller, badge number 223459, I'm on the corner of Weller and Opal Road with a dark sedan in pursuit attempting to steer my police vehicle off the road, I have with me a woman in witness protection who I assume is in connection, I need backup immediately" She called into the speaker whilst tires screeched behind us.

My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears and feel it in my throat. Was this the moment I was going to die? After all of Isaia and Dawson's efforts, this was how I was going to die. Would there be no justice for Tony? Would there be no justice for my own death?

My thoughts were running wild, I couldn't concentrate. I held onto the door as another blow on the corner of the back bumper pulled against the direction June held the steering wheel. I could feel the car fight against the movement, our speed having impacted the ability to remain straight. June tried as hard as she could to gain traction, but it was too late. The wheels hit the curb of a quite run down street, thrusting us into a vacant lot. We were thrown like rag dolls, our bodies unable to stop the vigorous twisting and turning. I could feel that we had lost control and the crashing around me forced my eyes closed, my arms instantly over my face for protection when the airbag in front of me deployed. A loud pop sounded, my ears ringing when pain radiated through my head. I couldn't focus, I couldn't hold on any longer, and when the car finally fell still, my body fell limp, warmth falling down my face, darkness took over.

It felt as though my body was lying in a bath only half full, my ears blocked by water, every noise around me inaudible and distorted. My toes were tingling inside my shoes, so I wriggled them in an attempt to ease the sensation. My body felt cold, like I was floating in a lake that was too cold to swim. The sounds around me became louder, more distinct. Between the darkness and the noise, I could make out the sound of shrill sirens, dragging me back to reality, trying to pull me awake. I fought against the commotion just wanting to sleep, but when I recognized a familiar tone, I remembered what had happened in my last seconds before the shadows took over.

My name was being called, repetitively, panicked. When two warm hands landed on my skin, I tunneled through my subconscious and when my eyes peeled open, my eyelashes sticking together, I could make out the shapes of a face in front of me.

"Jasmine, hey, wake up!" She told me, unbuckling my seat belt as it snapped backwards

"June" I mumbled, my eyes fully adjusting "You okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, can you move your legs?" She asked, looking over my body

My legs were fine, so when I shifted them they responded appropriately. June placed her arms around me and pulled me from the wrecked car, the entire front squished against the brick wall of a building. Using June as a guide, we moved towards the front of the empty lot, sitting down against a broken wood fence, sirens becoming louder, closer

With clear vision, I noticed June had a cut on her lip, bruising and scrapes against her cheekbones and temple. How she had escaped with minimal injuries was a miracle in itself.

Pain shot through my head again, reminding me of my own wounds. I hissed out as my fingers instinctively reached towards my forehead, pressing against my hairline.

"Your wound has reopened" June told me, moving my hand from the warm blood, thick crimson staining my fingertips

"The car, the man.." I trailed off, my eyes in search of the sedan that had almost killed both June and I

"He's taken off" She told me when I saw the car abandoned on the street, the engine still running, the door open and the driver gone

Seconds later, blue and red lights entered the lot, three police vehicles spinning towards the scene, tires screeching to a halt

Two officers in uniform exited their marked car, guns drawn as they approached the sedan in the middle of the street, readying for a shootout with the suspect. Two more officers appeared, calling out in communication to the others, their bodies running towards June and I with their hands resting on their weapons, wary of the dangers

"Miller?" The older male officer reached us first

"Yeah, he took off when we hit the building, went running in that direction" She stood, pointing out to the right as she pressed the back of her hand to her lip

I leaned forward, feeling dizzy when the sound of an ambulance rolled into action, entering the now bustling lot. With my face down I closed my eyes, forcing myself to push through the pain, remain conscious as nausea rose

"June!" A loud call echoed through the chaos, the voice recognizable instantly "June! Where is she?" He was out of breath, spooked

"She's here, she's okay" June sighed as I felt Dawson enter my vicinity. I refused to move, if I moved, I would drop, I could feel myself getting worse

"I'm fine" I lied, speaking through the gap between my knees against my temples

"Jasmine, hey, look at me, are you okay?" He was bent down in front of me, his hands on either side of my head, his fingers over my ears attempting to lift my face

"Look at me" He raised my head, his hands taking on majority of the weight, one hand moving under my chin "Jesus" He cursed as his eyes looked over my forehead

Two paramedics approached from behind Dawson, bags over their shoulders, ready for the causalities of the car accident

"I'm fine" June told them with her hands up "I'm all good"

Both their attention then turned to me, bending down to asses the damage while Dawson angled himself sideways "This is a newly healed wound from the incident on Broadway" He informed them

"Broadway?" One asked as he pulled gauze from his bag, pushing it against my hairline to stop the bleeding

"The grocery store murder" Dawson made it more specific

While one paramedic wheeled the bed towards where I was sitting, the other forced bandages into my head to ease the blood flow. My head was heavy, all I wanted to do was lie down.

"Okay, well it definitely needs stitches, again" The man in front of me stated casually, attempting to put me at ease, keep me calm "Otherwise, how are you feeling?"

I contemplated being honest or not, but with the way I was feeling, it would soon be obvious how I wouldn't be able to stand or hold my head up any longer.

"Dizzy, nauseous, my ears are starting to ring.." I admitted

"Okay, just hang in there" He told me gently, my skin running cold

Looking to Dawson, the paramedic changed tone "We need to get her in, now"

My eyes were beginning to roll, I could feel myself fading in and out of consciousness as my body was lifted to the bed. Limb by limb, I began to tremble.

"So Jasmine, we're going to get you to hospital as quickly as we can okay, my name is Andy, do you think you can keep your eyes open for me?" He was being so polite, so kind, but I wasn't sure I could do as he asked

"Jasmine" This time it was Dawson who tried to keep me awake, his body sitting to my left, Andy on the right organizing tubes and a bag of fluids

I turned my head toward Dawson, looking to his face. I hadn't seen him this way before. He was focused entirely on my eyes, his hand taking a hold of mine in his

"Just hold on a little longer okay, you're going to be alright"

"I know" I mumbled

Deep down I knew I was going to be okay, I knew that my wound had reopened and it needed stitches. I was faint, and I placed that down to the loss of blood. I wasn't concerned about dying, I couldn't imagine dying from a wound so insignificant. If Dawson could survive a bullet, then I would be fine with a small cut on my forehead.

I kept my eyes trained on Dawson's face, on his hazel sweet eyes, but I could feel myself falling as though I'd been gently pushed backwards off a cliff edge.

When I felt the needle enter the inside crease of my elbow, I could feel the cold darkness pull me roughly down

"Jasmine, Jasmine, stay with us" Andy tried again, but this time it wouldn't work, even when Dawson attempted to call me back to him

The last thing I remembered before I was taken, was Andy knocking on the window separating the back of the ambulance to the drivers seat. He twirled his finger around, signalling the driver to place the sirens on, the noise loud and shrill.

"She's going into shock" Andy told Dawson who squeezed my hand tightly between his. This was when my eyes closed and I could feel the oxygen mask fit over my nose and mouth. As I drifted off, my heart rate was traced by the small rubber piece fit over my finger, fast and alert, urging me into silence.

Dejuvu hit me. It was like that first moment waking up in hospital after my initial attack. The dull monotonous beeping was all I could hear. The previously felt pain I had felt radiate through my skull was gone. My body was calm, relaxed, my muscles at ease. I was no longer cold and no longer trembling, I felt better.

When my mind caught up with the real world around my physical body, my eyes began to flutter open, easily adjusting to the lack of light. It was quite, it was warm, and when I peered around the closed off room, I could see the body of Dawson beside me, slumped in a chair, his head leaned backwards. He was breathing slowly, his hands clasped together on his stomach. His eyes were closed, his lips lightly parted while he slept uncomfortably sprawled.

To my right, the white Venetian blinds were half open, allowing in filtered light. The door was closed, the glass window pane blurred by the angled pattern. To my left, behind where Dawson slept the window to the outside world was uncovered, the complete darkness outside telling me it was now nightfall. I had been asleep for hours, unconscious for a decent amount of time.

I let out a small but lengthy sigh. My position made me feel as though I was starting all over again, only this time I didn't feel so alone.

Unwilling to move, I lay motionless, staring at the blank white wall ahead of me, my gaze moving to the man beside me. He looked so peaceful, so calm. I wondered how long he'd been there, waiting for me to wake up. I was caught in a stare, taking in the features of his face when the door slowly creaked open.

A middle aged nurse popped her head in, pushing in a blood pressure machine before she entered

"You're awake" She stated

Obviously, I nodded

"I'm just going to check your vitals, is there anything I can get you?" She began wrapping the cuff around my upper arm, her tone hushed

"No thank you" I shook my head.

My stomach had slightly rumbled, but I knew that the hospital food on offer would only assault my taste buds. I could wait.