"Yeah. Explain that to my mom," she said, sounding truly heartbroken. "Jay… that fight… How I came into it… You have no idea. The only reason I'm able to stand right now is because I'm telling myself, 'Kate, if you can't stand up and walk around, you're not going to get out of here. Which means, you won't get to see Mom.'" She turned away. "And if Mom finds out you did this to me… She's going to hate you. She doesn't hate you right now – believe it or not – she just doesn't trust you. And she might not ever let me see you again, and I don't know what I would do… I love you, Jay. I really do. But the problem is, I can't tell if you love me, if you hate me, or if you ever used to love me before that fight." She leaned against the wall, feeling winded and closed her eyes. "Do whatever you want to me. Hit me, smack me, kick me – I don't care. Whatever you do, I won't see it coming, so please make it quick. Believe it or not, I'm in a lot of pain right now just by speaking and breathing."