Hey Guys! This is my first multi-chapter fan fiction so I'm really excited. Please read and review, and maybe favorite and follow. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, sadly. I only own my OC.
Also there will be Spitfire and SuperMartian, but no Chalant.
Moon light flowed through my bedroom window, assisting my small desk lamp in illuminating my room. Sweat trickled down my spine as I sat hunched over my textbook. Growing tired of Algebra and all of its formulas, I closed the tattered book and shoved it to the side. I grabbed the television remote and spun around in my chair. I got up slowly, stretching as I stood. Then I walked over to my TV, well, more like I skipped over my clothes to the TV. I checked to make sure the disk was there then threw myself on to my bed. My friends thought I was silly for liking Young Justice even though it had been cancelled for so long. Every time I mentioned Young Justice they would roll their eyes and groan. Whatever. If they can't recognize quality television when they saw it, then it's their loss. The theme song flooded my room. I only got half way through the first episode of season two before I fell asleep.
A shudder ripped through my body as I lay there shivering on the cold floor. Wait. That couldn't be right. It was summer, my room has carpet, I was on the bed. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright light triggered daggers of pain in my head. Movement brought similar results. So I laid there and waited. Waited for what I couldn't tell. A person, the pain to fade, death? I didn't know. I don't know how longer I was lying there before I heard footsteps approaching me. I knew that the person had seen me when their stride faltered and then quicken until they were running. A gloved hand brushed my hair back my face. I could feel them checking my pulse and breathing. I knew I should have been worried about them being a stranger but I was so relieved someone had found me that I didn't care. The young man gently lifted me from the cold floor. His warmth was a welcome change, but the movement had caused pain to shoot through my body. A small whimper escaped my lips. He froze. He then began to run. Where to I still had no idea, but I assumed toward help. I heard him call out a name. By now I was so out of it that I couldn't understand him, but his voice sounded familiar. My entire body was in pain. I felt like I had just fallen off a building. I tried to keep my whimpers to myself, as not to worry my rescuer, but after a particularly jarring moment I let out a small yelp. He began to run faster and I could no longer remain conscious.
When I awakened the first thing I noticed was I was lying on a soft bed and I could hear machines running in the background. I didn't dare open my eyes or move. But eventually I grew too curious for my own well being. I opened them slowly, waiting for the pain. But there was none. I slowly lifted my head off of the pillow and examined my surroundings. It looked liked like a normal hospital room but the equipment was more advanced than anything I have seen. I started to sit up but a sharp pain in my side halted my movement. A pained hiss escaped my clenched teeth. Some rushed into the room and lowered me back on to the bed.
"You should lie still. You broke several ribs." A concerned feminine voice said. I looked up into the girl's familiar brown eyes. Then I couldn't breathe and it wasn't because of my ribs.