The doctor followed his finger at Most and Jessie. "Ah," He went to inspect the two.

(Need the doctor)

(Ah she'll text me if it's not okay lol)
The doctor poked at the bullet wound. "Well, I'll need to get the shrapnel out, and sew it up, but should be fine. You'll be limping for quite some time."

(I think it might be best to TS)

(TS to where Mac dies from cardiac arrest from too many burgers)

(A week then)
It had been a week since they had returned to reality, and what a quite, tense week it had been. Besides Scott's outburst at Mort, no one had spoken of the events. How could they when Mickey still hadn't woken up yet. She was alive, but it felt like barely. Her skin was ice, her breath shallow, but thankfully alive.

Garret was sitting in the common area, staring at his clasped hands. He had no idea what to do.

Mac, by now, was fully healed. Besides when he left briefly to do a job, he was always around Mickey. He felt horrible for leaving her for only the briefest time, and everything had gone bad. He still needed to talk with Mort about what he said in her memories, but he had no time for that currently.

Mac felt his arms. Not even scar tissue from the burns. When she wakes up soon, like he keeps saying she will, it'll be like nothing bad ever happened. He had to stay positive.

"Come on in." Mac said, almost drearily.

"Hey Garret. What's up?" Mac sat at the edge of the bed.

"Nothings changed, but I know she'll be awake soon. I can feel it."