"Jordan, she's waking up!" I hear Sam's voice whisper. My eyes open slowly beginning to squint.

I hear myself moan and groan from the excruciating pain shooting up my body.

"Ariel?" I feel a light tap on my shoulder. Looking to the side I see Sam.

"We can't tell my dad she's awake." Jordan shakes his head unwilling to do so. Sam only nods looking at me in worry.

My mouth is dry like the dessert and my lips feel chapped. "Water..." I whisper lowly in a cough making me groan again from the pain on my ribs and abdomen.

Jordan hurriedly gets a cup of water from the pitcher and hands it to Sam. She proceeds to place the cup on my lips as I sip from it.

After refreshing my dry throat I stare at both of them in question. "What's....going on?"

"Just look at yourself." Jordan sighs. "You got broken ribs, a broken arm." He points out the body parts making me look at them.

"Do you remember what happened?" Sam asks caressing my hair.

I stay silent for a minute trying to remember what had happened to me. Three minutes pass and I nod in shame. I could feel myself beginning to tear up.

"I-I tried to kill myself, I tried to-to kill this baby." I burst into tears feeling every part of my body in immense pain.

Sam looks back at Jordan and Jordan states back at her as if they had to tell me something.

"Ariel..." Sam holds onto my hand. "The baby, it's gone. The doctor had to remove it surgically."

"It worked." Jordan simply says. "You succeeded in killing it. It died on impact."

Becoming overwhelmed I couldn't do much but cry some more. "I-I had to. I had to." I whisper to Sam in a whimper.

"The doctor told me to tell you that you did nothing wrong. The baby would've been born with defects." Sam rubs my hand. I could feel the pity in her eyes.

"There's something else..." Jordan adds getting closer to the bed. Sam immediately shoots a death glare at him. "Not now." She warns him.

"Now is the perfect time." Jordan stares at me and sighs again. "When you fell not only did you kill the baby, but you ruptured your uterus too."

"W-what?" I shake my head trying to take all these news at once. "But, I can still have children?" I look back at Sam who only stares at Jordan. "Right?!"

"No, the doctor said it's unlikely." Jordan adds.

I hold in my cries and nod. "Well, this is my punishment. I've killed and now I can't give life."

"Listen, dad can't know you woke up." My brother lowly says. "He knows about the baby, he knows about you not being able to conceive again."

"So?" Wiping away the tears I wait for Jordan to explain himself.

"Meaning he has no use for you anymore. He's going to kill you."

"If that bastard wanted to kill me he would've done it already." I try to sit up from the bed, but my wounds wouldn't let me.

"It's because he still wants us to try again." Jordan heavily sighs. "To see if you really can conceive."

"I rather die." I stare him down in utter disgust.

"That's why we need you to fake your state. When he comes in just pretend you're asleep." Jordan demands. "We called Logan, he should be on his way to India and this will all be over."

"Logan..." My expression brightens from just hearing his name. "He's alright?!"

"He's alive." Jordan shrugs. "I should get back to work. Take care of her." He points at Sam as he leaves the room.

Silence takes over the room for a while until I break the silence with my guilty conscience. "Sam, I know that baby wouldn't have turned out right, but somehow I still feel guilty."

Sam lightly smiles at me. "That baby would've been born into the sex trafficking world. He would have disabilities, he wouldn't be able to live life like a kid should."

"I know, but maybe I could've had it, I could've given it up for adoption or something. I don't know." I sigh looking down at my blood stained shirt.

"Ariel, who would want a baby with disabilities? Every adoptive family wants a healthy kid."

"There's good people out there Sam, but that's just a fantasy. Knowing my father, he would've never let me out of his sight with the baby in the first place." I mumble to myself and begin to shut my eyes.
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"I'll check in later. I have to work on a few cases." Philip pats Logan on the shoulder.

Logan only nods waiting for his partner to leave. He stays lied down on the hospital bed looking around the simple room. It didn't take long for him to think back to what his sister was trying to say about Philip.

"Don't....Philip." Logan repeats. "What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" He holds onto the railing and sits up.

"Screw this, I'm getting outta here." He murmurs getting off the bed. Logan begins to put on his clean clothes on the chair. He grabs his phone from under the mattress and places it into his pocket.

Logan balances himself onto the wall beginning to walk outside the hospital room. He tries his best to walk straight, no limping, no slouching. Logan sucks in the pain and makes it to the nearest elevator without being spotted by the busy nurses walking around the hallway.

He enters the elevator. As soon as the doors shut he slouches onto the railing and let's out a massive groan of pain. "C'mon man! Stop being a bitch!" Logan slams his hand on the elevator wall.

The elevator reaches the lobby and he exits the hospital as if he was a visitor.

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ONE HOUR LATER

"Have you deposited the money yet?!" Philip frantically questions.

"You'll have your money soon. Be patient." Ariel's father calmly
says through the phone. "How's our patient doing?"

"He's fine. Logan won't be let out until five more days." Philip looks around his desk.

"Philip, you do know you're not getting paid. Right?"

"What?!" Philip shouts. "Why not?!"

"Because you had to kill him and you failed."

"But I can still get the job done! I just need to wait for him to get out of the hospital." He anxiously looks out his office window.

"Do I have to send another hit man to kill him off? Are you growing soft?"

No sir! Just give me more time! I promise he'll be dead in a week." Philip shuts his eyes in frustration.

"Don't let me down. I don't want to kill you too." His boss hangs up the phone.

"Detective!" The chief's voice booms across the whole station making Philip look back from his closed office door.

He spots Logan speaking to the chief as he slams his fist on his desk. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"I thought you were in the hospital!" The chief looks at Logan's bleeding wound. "You need to go back." He shakes his head picking up the phone.

"No Chief!" Logan grabs the telephone. "I found out my sister is still alive, sir. We have to send a team to India."

The elderly man shakes his head. "Son, that case has been closed for years. You need to let this go."

"I'm serious. My sister is alive and she's in India along with the rest of these missing women!" Logan stares at the man who only sighs.

"Logan, I need solid evidence." The chief sits down on his chair. "You know that."

"S-she called me on my phone. I have the number here!" He begins to take out his cellphone from his pocket.

"Enough!" The man shouts. "Enough!"

"Boss, I have a lead. Just send a team with me to India, please!" Logan begs letting go of the telephone, once realizing he was gripping it.

"I need solid evidence. Why don't we wait for your sister to call again and we'll track it."

"Then what?! You're going to make some calls just to get a team to India?!" Logan winces from the wound. Holding onto his side he begins to walk out of the chief's office.

"Even if I did, we both know I can't send any of my men to India. It's out of our jurisdiction. I can lose my job."

"So you're just going to abandon these girls?" Logan shakes his head in disbelief. "You're just as bad as the sex trafficking system."

"Detective Logan Gordon, if you step out of this station you're fired!" The room becomes silent as the rest of the officers and detectives watch their quarrel.

Logan takes off his badge and places his gun on the chief's desk. "I quit." He bluntly says staring at the chief who remains dumbfounded. Logan exits the office unwilling to hear what the chief had to say.