We Broke the Hospital Rule

So as you can tell, interrogation didn't go very well. In fact I think that might've been the worst fucking our shit has ever taken because I woke up yesterday morning in a hospital.

I don't know if she's mentioned this before but Annalee's got this "Don't get someone to fix something you can fix on your own rule," that applies to pretty much everything. She has a vehement problem with hospitals. She doesn't like them, she doesn't like putting the people inside them in danger, she has her own med kit, so she says don't check into hospitals.

But a few days ago she did. She checked herself, Jaime, and me into a hospital. That's how fucked we were.

I can't exactly remember what happened after the interrogation. We were underground in the storerooms, and Annalee was questioning the Proxy and trying to get him to tell her why he was there, when all of a sudden the door crashes in and this dude dressed like a cop starts firing at us. Annalee put a knife right through his head, but then he...came back to life I guess. I don't remember that being a part of a proxies skill set. 

This guy, Morningstar, I guess, came down and tried to get at the proxy. Annalee had me wheel him into the back cellar while she took him on alone. From what I heard from the door it sounded like she was really getting hurt. Her ribs were already broken I mean, and she'd make a fuss about sitting up in the morning and then here she is trying to fight off this fucking guy who just gets up when you put a knife through his head. 

Then the next thing I knew, there was this pool of that black stuff you guys are always on about leaking through the door, and Annalee was freaking out and trying to break it down and...jeez it just kind of latched onto me. I'm probably remembering this wrong but it started tearing me apart, and I blacked out and next thing I know we're in a hospital.

I guess out of everybody I got off the most scotch free, again. All I have are these weird burns all over that I hope are going to go away at some point. Annalee's ribs are officially in pieces and one of them punctured her stomach so she's been throwing up blood and been in a really terrible mood. She has a concussion, a broken nose, and is missing a ton of teeth. There's also this big chunk missing from her right arm, like somebody bit into it. 

Jaime's legs are gone. I know he's a hardened gang criminal and all but I feel sort of bad for the guy. He was chained up and didn't have any way to escape, and he's still in shock. He's been laying around staring at the wall with this terrified expression. I don't know what we're going to do with him, to be honest. It seems cruel to just leave him to fend for himself after we killed all his gang buddies and then crippled him for life.

Annalee made up a lie we were mauled by a mountain lion and I somehow fell into a campfire. I think she might be trying to bribe the doctor into letting us go without asking too many questions, which seems like a not too good plan. I don't know how rational she's being right now, considering last I spoke to her she was going to rip out her IV and make an escape via window, forgetting we're on the fourth floor and the fact that there is absolutely no reason she should be alive at the moment. She's really really pissed off by this whole ordeal.

She's being secretive again though, which okay I can understand because if I'd kept the secret about who all we have locked up we wouldn't be in this situation. 

I wish she'd just tell me some more of what's going on though, so I at least know.

The proxy mentioned Georgia, which was really weird. Georgia, see, she was a doctor. Like a really smart doctor. A lot of the notes in Anna's archive are hers, and you can actually read those. If he knew her...I don't know. I shouldn't be here talking about shit without telling her. 

I guess bottom line is we're all for the most part alive. 

Don't worry too much, I'm sure we can sort all of this out.