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Medical was quiet now, Chris was pretty sure she was the only one in the room. She didn't have a concussion and the doctor said the knot on her forehead should heal in a few days.

He also said she could stay in here for as long as she needed. As nice it would be to just curl up on one of the beds and take a nap, Chris knew she should probably go back to her desk. Eventually.

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Michelle bends down a little and opens her bag. She pulls out a package of saltines. "I still carry these around," she says, handing them to Chris.

"I'm not talking about today," she glances off to the side. "I'm talking about months ago."

Chris gives a small surprised laugh but accepts the crackers gratefully. "Thanks."

Her look becomes more serious. It hasn't even been four months since Tony's death. Everything still seemed so strange, so different, like that had been years ago. Sometimes she couldn't believe he'd been alive just a few months ago. "Maybe. Maybe things would have gone differently today. But we don't know that for certain and we all had a lot to deal with after China."

She rests her hand against her slightly rounded belly. "I know," she says quietly, lost in her memories for a moment.

"I thought it was over."

Chris nods, though she had never let herself hope for that much. "I was thinking of getting something to drink. Maybe see if there's anything good in the vending machines."

It'd be nice to sit down and have lunch, but she didn't know where Jack and, since she was already at work, she might as well stay.

"Sounds like a good idea," after feeling sick most of the morning, now she felt a little hungry.

"Chris, if I'm right, if this has something to do with...China," she takes a breath, "we might have to let the rest of CTU know more details."

Chris gets up from the bed and turns to look at Michelle, confusion on her face. "What do you mean?"

"We should talk somewhere a little more private," she lowers her voice slightly. "I'll explain what I mean as we walk."

"All right," Chris says with a nod, still unsure of what Michelle could mean. She's not sure if this mental fog is to blame on her busy morning or her lack of caffeine.

As they walk out of medical, Michelle fills Chris in on what she's been thinking about over the past few hours.

She doesn't know what she would have done if Chris hadn't survived.

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