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you’re doing.” He turned, nodding once to Nurse Fisher, and left the room, closing the door gently behind him.
    She set about monitoring the various machines, checking on Jericho’s vitals. He regarded her quietly as she worked. He thought she was attractive, in a subtle way. She wore her brown hair tied up by a clip, and her hazel eyes darted back and forth, scanning the information with practiced efficiency.
    “How did I get here?” he asked her after a moment.
    She looked at him quickly, before turning back to the machines, as if unsure of what to say. “It’s... it’s really not my place...” she stuttered, regrettably. “I’m sorry, but it’s my job to make sure you recover. Mr. Winters can tell you the rest.”
    Jericho leaned over, placing his hand gently on her forearm. “Please,” he implored. “I need to know what happened to me. To the mission...”
    Julie held her breath for a moment. Jericho looked into her eyes, and could see the internal debate, presumably over how much information she should divulge. Finally, she spoke.
    “All I know is, you came in here a week ago,” she said, with a sigh. “You’d received a gunshot wound to the right side of your cranium.”
    Jericho raised an eyebrow and relaxed back into his pillows, letting go of Julie’s arm and gazing ahead of him, staring at the TV, but not really seeing what was on it.
    “Huh...” he managed.
    “It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” she continued. “The wound itself was bad enough, but you lost a lot of blood. You were flown here, and operated on immediately upon arrival.”
    Jericho blinked slowly with his one good eye, taking a deep breath.
    “How am I not... dead?” he asked.
    “The bullet penetrated your forehead, above your brow line. It narrowly missed your brain, essentially grazing the bone. The damage was extensive to the area, but ultimately not lethal to you. We were able to insert a metal strip, which will hold the bone together securely until it’s had time to fully heal.”
    “So, I have a... metal plate inside my head?”
    “You do, yes. But it’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise.” She smiled weakly. “Listen, you need to rest. There’ll be plenty of time later for you to worry about what’s happened, but you need to get your strength back before you do anything.”
    Jericho nodded slowly and closed his eye once more, trying to make sense of everything.
    Who shot me in the head? The target was unarmed...
    He struggled to remember, but couldn’t—there was a black hole in his mind where his memories should be. He took some deep breaths, and soon drifted back to sleep.
     
    13:46 PDT
    When he awoke a few hours later, he found it much easier than before, and far less disturbing, having avoided any further nightmares.
    He pushed himself upright in bed again, with more of his natural strength having returned. He moved his right arm, turning his hand and clenching his fist, feeling like his old self.
    As he looked around the room again, he realized he was struggling to gauge the distance of things. It took him a few moments to remember he could still only open his right eye for some reason. Tentatively, he moved his hand up to his face, slowly pressing his fingers against his skin. He moved them gently across, feeling the bandage around his head and over his eye.
    “What the...?” he said quietly.
    Just then, the door to his room opened, startling him. He dropped his arm and looked over as Josh entered the room.
    “You’ve been out for over three hours,” he said, as he approached the bed. “How are you feeling?” His British accent sounded excessively cheerful, under the circumstances, which Jericho found mildly irritating.
    He took a deep breath before replying. “Better,” he said. He moved his hand back to his face momentarily. “What happened to me?” he asked.
    Josh smiled apologetically. “That’s a... big question,” he replied. “One step at a time, eh? Let’s get you