Get it together, Veronica. So you got shot. You need to deal with this. Crying about it will not be getting you anywhere and you need to understand what happened.
There was so much going through her mind at the moment, made her hardly even realize where she was. Sylar was gone, at least for now and she needed to come clean with Jeremiah about everything. How could she explain what happened to her, though? She didn't understand it and she lived it, how could she explain it to him? He seemed so normal, even with his arrogance and what had happened to her was anything but normal. She was still shaken from the incident and she didn't think it would easily pass.
"You can't fix this." She finally said, controlling her emotions as best she could. She wasn't sure where to begin. "I met Sylar..." she started, trying to think about how it would be best to go about it. "I wanted him to know that I knew what he did to my sister...so I drew him out, it didn't take as long as I thought it would. He took the bait and when he realized I wasn't Elle he started blabbing about how she was useless and all that. He raised his finger at me, I didn't know what he was going to do. I panicked and shot at him..."
This was the part where it got crazy, and the part that Jeremiah was going to have the hardest time believing. "And then..he stopped the bullets, don't ask me how...because I don't understand any of this." She tried to keep herself from shaking as she came to the conclusion of her tale. "The bullets flew back at me, I knew I was dead. I fell back and I could feel my life slipping away and then I started choking, and I...spit up the bullets. I don't have a mark on me." She knew how insane this sounded. "The bullets are in my bag..." maybe if he saw those it could be enough proof.