<strong>Jordina Montero</strong><br/><br/>There was no strength in the woman at all and when she passed out, Jordina was puzzled. What could have caused all this? Could it have been the lumbar puncture? But they had done everything right. She fell quiet as she checked the woman's vitals and shook her head as she went through all the symptoms again. Just when she was starting to have an idea, you know, that sensation in one's head when there is something brewing, something genius, she was disturbed by the Jane Doe waking up and going completely crazy.<br/><br/>"You have to lay down miss and be still. We are trying to help you. Killing you is boring. Saving your pretty face is what makes this job interesting."<br/><br/>She looked at the blood on the floor and called somebody to clean it up.<br/><br/>"She probably has a concussion and major blood loss. Give her more blood and tell her to calm down, before she makes things worse."<br/><br/>Jordina hated rude people and she didn't like to be called a fucking bastard. The female equivalent maybe not a bastard. She nodded at Paul to do as she had told him and then left the ward for the cafetaria and after she took her coffee, sat down at an empty table and grabbed a newspaper. The front page was filled with a big picture of the World Trade Center as it was being opened today in New York.