Nick, Blake, and Vincent rushed over to the white room and had to push hard on the door; the body of the Koschie was blocking it. They walked into the room and found the floor covered in bodies, there was blood everywhere, and multiple tiles were cracked.

Nick spotted Trubel sitting with her back up against the wall. She was holding her side and breathing shallowly. Her eyes were shut.

"Trubel!" Nick yelled and ran to her. Vincent and Blake followed.

Trubel opened her eyes to the group of people around her.

"Hey, guys," she said. "How'd it go?"

"We won," Blake said.

"Did HW come?" Trubel asked.

"Yeah," Blake said. "Just in time, too. I thought we were going to lose."

"Wait, you guys did that?" Nick asked, looking back and forth between Blake and Trubel.

"It was Trubel's idea," Blake said. "And we couldn't have organized everything if it weren't for Monroe and Rosalee."

"That's what you were doing?" Nick asked Trubel.

Trubel grinned at him. "Uh-huh," she panted.

Nick sighed with relief but was brought back down to reality when Trubel spoke up. "Did you kill the doctor?" she asked.

"She's dead," Blake answered.

Trubel nodded and tried to stand.

"Woah, wait a minute," Blake said. He looked like he was going to push Trubel's shoulders down to make her sit.

"No, it's okay," Vincent said, helping Trubel up.

"Can you walk?" Nick asked her.

As if it were on cue, Trubel winced and almost fell. Vincent caught her but did so by grabbing her arm and around her chest - both of which had broken bones.Trubel used her good arm to grab Vincent's shoulder and pull herself up slightly so Vincent wouldn't be putting as much pressure on her broken bones.

"I'm sorry," Vincent said, leaning Trubel against the wall, so she could stand on her one good leg.

"'S okay," she said, panting. The pain mixed with her head trauma made her feel dizzy when she stood.

"Where are you hurt?" Vincent asked. He backed away from her, worried that any touch would hurt her.

"I, uh..." Trubel tried to explain. "I," Trubel began again. She wanted to tell them that she was feeling dizzy. She pushed herself off of the wall with her good arm and collapsed.

Nick caught her carefully. He wrapped his arm around her good side and let her use her good arm to hold onto him. He pulled her close.

"I think you need to take me to the hospital," Trubel gasped into his ear.

Nick looked at Blake and Vincent with wide eyes.

"We'll take care of everything here. We'll meet you at the there," Blake said.

Nick nodded.

"Wait, I'll help," Vincent said. He scooped up Trubel carefully. He had practice carrying her when she was hurt from when Bonaparte's friends had tortured her for two weeks. He knew how to walk with her and make it as painless as possible.

"I'll be right back, Blake," Vincent assured.

Blake nodded and jogged out the door.

Vincent and Nick took Trubel to the garage.

On the way, Vincent said, "You should have let me help you."

"I didn't need your help," she said.

"Clearly," Vincent said, trying not to sound irritated.

"I'm not dead," she said.

"But you could have been," Vincent said. "It looks like you got close."

"I knew what I was doing," she said.

"Apparently," Nick said, trying to ease the tension. "You have been pretty busy lately, haven't you?"

Vincent was stubborn. "I still think we should have helped you."

"Vincent," Nick said, shaking his head. He was trying to get him to stop talking.

"No," Vincent said and continued. "No, I think you could have told us something about-"

"Vincent, don't stress her out right now," Nick said protectively.

Vincent stopped talking.

The group made it to the car. And Nick opened the passenger's seat door.

"Do you think you can sit up?" Nick asked. "I want you to stay awake until the doctors say it's safe for you to rest."

"Yeah, that's fine," Trubel said.

Nick walked around and got in the driver's seat of the black sedan.

Vincent slowly placed Trubel in the passenger's seat. Vincent got very close to her when he buckled her seatbelt for her.

She stared at Vincent and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry I hurt you, Vincent."

Vincent didn't know what to say. She said she loved him, then she said she hated him, and, now, he didn't know how she felt or if anything she said was real. Vincent did feel hurt.

"We'll talk soon, okay?" he said quietly.

"Okay," Trubel said.

Vincent shut the car door and watched Nick drive away.

"The last time I took you to the hospital, it scared the hell out of me when you passed out, so stay awake for me, alright?" Nick said.

"I'll try," Trubel said.

Nick accidentally ran a stop sign.

"Oops. I guess I'm a little rusty," Nick said, laughing.

"This must be really weird for you," Trubel said. "You haven't been outside since you got to the compound."

"Yeah, it kind of is," Nick agreed. "I don't think I'm ever going to take any of this for granted again, I can tell you that much."

"Are you sure you don't want to stop at Monroe and Rosalee's first? I mean, your first day out is a pretty big deal," Trubel asked.

"I'm not going to catch up with our friends while you're dying in my car, Trubel. Don't be ridiculous," Nick sounded a little baffled, but not mad like he usually would have been. He was in a great mood.

It was quiet for a while. It made Nick uncomfortable.

"Let's keep talking until we get to the hospital," Nick said.

"Okay," Trubel panted. She was still having trouble breathing.

"Why don't you tell me about your grand deception of Bonaparte and the rest of us?" Nick suggested.

"That's a really long story. I don't think I can focus," Trubel admitted, embarrassed.

"Maybe we should have helped you," Nick said.

"No, Nick. It was something I had to do for myself," Trubel responded. "You know, like how you wanted to kill Kenneth?"

"I understand, but I still wish that there was a way to prevent..." Nick eyed Trubel's injuries. "This," he said.

"It was worth it," Trubel said.

"I should have known you'd feel that way," Nick said laughing.

There was a short pause of silence. "Nick?" Trubel suddenly asked.

"Yeah?"

"You know how one of Bonaparte's friends was a Siegbarste?" she asked.

"Yeah," Nick said. "Those are hard to kill."

"He was the same Siegbarste that killed my foster parents," Trubel said suddenly.

"Wouldn't that have been interesting?" Nick said, thinking that Trubel was kidding.

"No, Nick," Trubel said. "He was the same one."

Nick laughed and smiled at Trubel, still not getting it. He did a double take when he saw Trubel's serious, but happy face.

Nick pulled the car over quickly and unintentionally slammed on the brakes. "Wait. What? Are you serious?! The same one?"

Nick's driving, jostled Trubel in the car.

"Ow. Geez, Nick. Yeah. I didn't know it until he started bragging about it," Trubel said.

"Well, it must have been a relief to kill him," Nick said. He started driving again.

Trubel said, "I'm glad I got to take care of him myself."

"Yeah, I bet," Nick agreed.

It was quiet again.

Trubel decided to keep talking because she wanted to put Nick's mind at ease but also was trying to sort out her feelings.

"I don't feel how I thought I would," Trubel said. "I mean, I thought it would be different. I thought this huge burden would be off my shoulders, but it's just... not," Trubel tried to explain.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"I'm glad that monster is dead, but it doesn't really change anything. My foster parents were still murdered because of me," Trubel said.

"They weren't murdered because of you," Nick objected.

"Yes they were, Nick," Trubel persisted. "He told me that he went there looking for me."

"At least he got what was coming to him. And if your foster parents felt the same way I do, they would have died to protect you any day," Nick said.

"It should have been me," Trubel said sadly.

"No, it shouldn't have been," Nick said. He sounded angry. "Bad things happen to good people all the time, and everything happens for a reason. You survived, and because of it, you've saved people, helped people, and you are changing the world. None of that would have happened if you... if you were just gone," Nick said. He hated the idea of Trubel being gone. "I don't know where I'd be without you," Nick said.

"You would probably be at work," Trubel said. "You definitely wouldn't have been a prisoner to a sadistic organization for so long, or at all."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Trubel, after everything that has happened, I am still grateful that you are in my life. Just as grateful as I was a few years ago when we would go on cases together, or when you almost burned down my house."

Trubel didn't say anything. "What? You don't believe me?" Nick asked.

"I have no clue how you could feel that way. You might be crazier than I am," Trubel said.

"You aren't crazy," Nick said.

"You have no idea," Trubel warned.

"I don't know what to tell you. I don't think you're crazy, but if you do, then we can work through it. We'll all help you," Nick explained, growing more thoughtful. "I'm just happy to have you back."

When they got to the hospital, Nick pulled the car to the emergency lot and said, "I'm going to run inside and get some help." He looked at Trubel and very seriously told her, "Stay here."

Trubel nodded.

The hospital staff took Trubel and ran tests to make sure that none of her injuries were life threatening. They weren't, but the doctors still needed to fix her broken bones.

They were going to knock her out because she was in a lot of pain, and the doctors knew that treating her would hurt her more. She was also what they viewed as "belligerent," and believed sedating her would be necessary. They worried that additional stress would exacerbate her injuries.

"No, I don't need a sedative. I'm okay," Trubel protested. She remembered her last visit to the hospital when a Wendigo tried to kidnap her.

"Honey, we need to fix your-"

"Then fix it, but don't put me out," Trubel said.

"Should I get something to help her relax?" one of the nurses asked the doctor.

"No. No, please," Trubel begged. "Please, don't. I'm really okay."

The doctor whispered something in the nurse's ear, but Trubel didn't hear what it was. The nurse left the room.

The doctor looked at the suspicious girl and said, "Please relax. We aren't going to hurt you," she assured.

"I'm not going to let you sedate me," she warned her vehemently.

In less than a minute, the nurse came back into the room. The doctor nodded at her. Trubel didn't like the way they seemed to conspire against her. Suddenly, Nick walked in.

Trubel groaned.

"Can I have a minute?" Nick asked the doctor.

"One minute," she said and walked out of the room with the nurses.

Trubel sighed painfully. She knew the doctors told Nick that she was being difficult. "I'm sorry," Trubel said.

"Don't be," Nick said. "I understand. You'll be okay, but you have to work with the doctors."

"They want to knock me out," Trubel said angrily.

"I thought they would," Nick mused. "But, I think you could use a little break from the pain, don't you think?"

"I don't feel safe being unconscious. Don't you remember what happened last time?" Trubel asked.

"I'll be right back," Nick answered.

"Do you really have to?" Nick asked the doctor.

"In my professional opinion, I do. She is very easily stressed and, from what I could tell, confused about her situation. Her blood pressure will rise when she gets worked up and that will build up the pressure in her head which is not good for her head trauma. In addition, we have to realign the bones in her arm and leg, which is something I typically sedate patients for. She is convinced that she can endure the pain, but, again, being tense is not going to help her condition. In addition, sleep would be beneficial to her recovery."

Nick nodded. "Could I stay in the room with her?"

"We don't usually allow family or friends to sit in while we perform procedures unless it is absolutely necessary," the doctor responded.

"She is going to fight you," Nick told him. "I think I can keep her calm if you let me stay with her. I don't want her to get stressed out, either."

The doctor thought to herself for a moment. "We can try it."

Trubel watched Nick and the doctor enter the room.

Trubel raised her eyebrows, questioning whether or not Nick was able to convince the doctor to keep her awake. Nick shook his head.

The doctor was preparing an IV while a few nurses walked in to assist the doctor.

"Nick," Trubel began to complain.

Nick couldn't let Trubel get worked up. He had to stop her in her tracks. "Trubel, I don't want to hear it," he said. The doctor and nurses looked nervous upon hearing the young girl's nickname.

Nick continued talking. "This really is the best thing for you," he said.

"How come you're the one who gets to decide what's best for me?" Trubel angrily protested. It was clear that her anger was a derivative of fear.

Nick walked over to Trubel and said, as soothingly as possible, "They are letting me stay in the room with you. I will watch everything they do." Nick took Trubel's right hand. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," Nick said.

Trubel looked up at him, still afraid, but Nick was making her feel more comfortable. She trusted him.

"Are you ready for your IV?" the doctor asked, trying to make sure everyone was on the same page.

"I would get it done before she changes her mind," Nick said, moving out of the doctor's way.

Trubel looked at Nick while the doctor put in her IV. Nick smiled at her reassuringly while she slowly drifted off.

"Thank you," the doctor said to Nick. "You may leave now," she said.

"No, I'm staying," Nick said. "That was our deal." One of the nurse's face rippled with frustration, but she quickly composed herself. She didn't see that Nick or Trubel was a Grimm, but Nick knew she was Wesen.

"Fine," the doctor answered.

"Have a seat over here," the flustered nurse directed him.

The doctor finished fixing Trubel's injuries and left to work on other patients. The nurse stayed behind. She had to ask Nick a few questions.

"You told us that Theresa," the nurse said, "was attacked on the street?"

Nick nodded. "I did."

"She told us she fell down a flight of stairs," the nurse said.

Nick and Trubel really should have decided on a story.

"She's confused," Nick said.

"Is she? You would think that her idea of what happened would be a little closer to yours," the nurse countered.

Nick shrugged. "I don't know what's going on in her mind."

"Let me tell you what I think is going on," the nurse said coldly. "I think that she is lying intentionally."

"Why would she do that?" Nick asked innocently.

"Because she's afraid of someone," the nurse explained. "She was clearly worried about something."

"She doesn't like doctors," Nick said.

"And something else that struck me as strange," the nurse continued suspiciously, "was that she has severe injuries and is clearly in pain, but she seems to be hiding it as much as possible. Much more that the average tough guy or brave patient."

"She's a very tough and brave girl," Nick explained.

"Really? Because, to me, it looks like she might have a higher pain tolerance than most people. Does she get attacked or fall down the stairs often?"

Nick didn't know how to answer that.

The nurse took on an accusatory tone. "I think that there is something that both of you aren't telling me," she said.

"I think we've told you all that you need to know," Nick said defensively.

"How did she get those marks on her arms?" the nurse asked.

"What?" Nick said, pretending not to know what she was talking about.

"The marks!" the nurse yelled. "Did she do those herself, or did someone do that to her?"

Again, Nick didn't know how to answer. He also knew that Trubel would probably give the nurse different answers than he did.

The nurse was furious. "I don't know who you're protecting, but if this young woman is being abused on a consistent basis, or at all, you need to tell me or do something about it yourself! I have never seen anyone come here with those injuries and act like it's normal."

The nurse woged into a Steinadler and saw that Nick was a Grimm.

"Oh my, God!" she gasped.

Nick raised his hands in surrender. "Wait a minute!" Nick said. "Just wait, I can explain."

The nurse tried to run out of the room, but Nick stepped in her way. "Please, just let me explain."

"No!" the nurse yelled, but Nick began talking anyway.

"Have you heard of Black Claw?" Nick asked.

"Yes, I have, and I won't have anything to do with them!" she yelled, "So if you do, you can go ahead and kill me now."

"No, I don't work for Black Claw," Nick said. "I want to help people - humans, Wesen, Grimms..."

"What is she?" the nurse asked Nick, pointing at Trubel.

"A Grimm. Black Claw did that to her, but I couldn't explain that to the average person."

"I see," the nurse said.

"Can I trust you to take care of her?" Nick asked the nurse. "She's been through a lot, and right now she needs our help."

The nurse looked at the beaten Grimm sympathetically. Like Nick and all of his friends, the nurse felt that they all were equals.

Nick knew she would embrace the new world that he and Trubel were trying to build.

"You have my word," the nurse said. "Poor girl," she sympathized, looking at Trubel.