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Chapter Thirty-Eight // {jordan's pov}

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My eyes fluttered open to see a soft light coming from the window. This was the first room that had a window that wasn't boarded up. I looked around the room to see if anyone was with me, but I was alone.

For some reason, I felt empty. Maybe because Rick wasn't here or because I was starving.

I didn't think that I would survive what I had done to Dawn. She shot me, somewhere, but the doctor must have given me a crap ton of meds. In other words, I was drugged up. I couldn't feel any pain, I was grateful for that.

My eyes fixated on the neatly folded police uniform on my bedside table. I had always felt a sense of power while wearing it. I felt confident in it and right now, I kind of needed that. I was unsure of everything. I didn't even know if Rick was alive. They could've killed him and the rest of my family after I had stabbed Dawn.

Sudden panic washed over me as I thought over the possibilities of everyone being dead. I didn't want to be here. This wasn't my home. Dawn was wrong.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position. If I didn't have any medicine in my system right now, I would've been screaming from such a movement.

I pulled out the IV and two other tubes from my arm gently, trying to not hurt myself even more. Once I was free from all tubes, I pulled the sheet off of me and sat on the side of the bed. This time, when my feet touched the floor, it was warm and comforting unlike the cold I had felt before.

I carefully stood up, holding onto the bed to steady myself. How long was I out for and what time was it? How long had it been?

I slowly made my way to the door. I gripped onto the handle and then yanked it open. A rush of cold air hit me, making me shiver. I stepped out into the corridor. I was still alone.

I had never been to this part of the hospital, I had no idea where I was. I looked to the sign next to my room.

Room 369

I had never been near the 300th rooms and that scared me. I decided to go right. When I was a child and sometimes even now, I would always put on my left sock on before the right one, followed by my left shoe before my right shoe.

I felt like it gave me luck in a way.

But this time, I felt like I should be going right.

I stuck close to the wall, using it to keep myself balanced. After a short time of walking, the hallway crossed with another one. I looked down both ways, left and right. The silence was broken, I could hear faint talking. Voices.

I didn't care who at this point. Even if it was absolutely no one that I knew. I had no weapon, I had to take the chance. I followed the sound, going left at the intersection of hallways. The talking got louder and I could hear forks or knives being scraped across plates. It was a familiar sound that I remember from the lunchroom at the station.

I stopped at a door, where the voices were coming from. There were blinds on the door, blocking my view. I was frightened to open the door. It could be anyone in here. I still couldn't recognise any particular voice. They were all speaking over each other. I also didn't recognise this particular hallway either. 

"Jordan?" a voice called from further down. I turned quickly, slightly panicked.

A brunette ran towards me, arms stretched. Maggie.