I stand on my balcony and absently stare at the city. It's been four days since i got discharged. No news from Gray or where he is. My dad's in coma , Reid's taking treatments and he's hospitalized and Nick is dead. The news of Nick dying because of me hurts me a lot. If he didn't take that bullet for me, nothing would have happened. And to think about Gray's disappearance, I'm slowly starting to feel depressed.