The pools in her eyes finally started to fall, streaking moisture from the outside corners of her eyes, so much so that Dani had to close them - that didn't stop the images though. Even Jordan clean and taken care of as much as modern healthcare could manage, imagining what McShane had done to him assaulted her again. And with the anesthesia still in her system, Dani couldn't fight it back.
"The jazz club," she answered, her face tight with a sudden jolt of pain when her chest constricted around the damage done to it, trying to sob. "La Chat Noir - it's Jordan's... he's in a coma."