After police took down all of the gunmen and started pulling people from the places where they were barricading, Scarlett made sure Calliope received the medical help she needed before she was questioned by the police on what happened with the man, she had shot in self-defense; luckily for her Calliope had been a witness of this and there was security footage to support her statements. As soon as the police let her go, she started working; even though the pain in her side was sharp and she could feel her cheek throbbing, the woman couldn’t be at piece not knowing the extent of the damage that happened around Rosewood. The redhead walked around the hospital barefoot and slowly but she went through the designated area that had been set up for non-urgent patient’s that only needed a regular check up before being designed to another hospital or the emergency room of their hospital as they needed to allow police to do their work too.

The woman tried to do as much as possible but at some point, a nurse practically forced Scarlett to take a seat so she could get checked. Sitting on a chair, the woman took a small breath as she waited on the doctor to come back with the results of her scans while she held an icebag against her cheek hoping that at least that pain would go away because she was certain that she wouldn’t get painkillers at least for a while; she knew the drill, they needed to take the scans before asking her about her pain level then the doctor would give her a strong medicine and send her on her way.

She had been hit worse by Nicholas and never once she had needed surgery, she was sure that this time the course of treatment wouldn’t be any different. Then her phone started ringing again and as she looked down at the screen, she couldn’t help but sigh as the sight of her mother’s name again, the redhead took a small breath before answering the call, “Mom… I’m fine… yes, unharmed.” Liar, “There’s a lot of people injured but I managed to stay safe, don’t worry.” She said softly, trying hard to reassure her parents that she was perfectly fine even when she knew she had bruises on her face and a broken rib, but she knew what would happen if she told them the truth; they would get worried and so worked up about it that they would try to convince her to return home with them for a little while.

Scarlett was grateful for her family, she was thankful that she had parents that helped her out of an abusive relationship and supported her to help her back on her feet, she was grateful to have sibling that tried their best to help her find a new normal in life after years of abuse. She was grateful but she didn’t want to go back and feel like she couldn’t handle things on her own, she wanted to be fully in control of her life.

“I promise, you don’t need to worry, okay?... alright, hey, I need to go… there’s work I need to get done… I know. I’ll call you later, okay?... Love you too.” She said before hanging up the phone and sighing as she rubbed her forehead for a second. It wasn’t until she lifted her head again and opened her eyes that she realized Declan was walking inside the room, probably to get checked. “You’re okay.” She said softly letting a slight smile curl up her lips lightly as she was relief as she looked at him and didn’t see any visible major injuries, Scarlett then placed the bag down taking a small breath as she tried hard to focus on anything but the pain on her torso.

The woman looked back up only to find Declan looking at her face, he was probably noticing the bruising showing on her pale skin. “You should see the other guy…” She said with a small smile, “I stabbed him with a pen…” she said softly letting out a small chuckle.

“Great, now he probably thinks you’re a psycho.” She thought.