" YOU'RE A DOCTOR, RIGHT?! "
A gruff voice spoke loudly, urgently calling to the backseat of the black, sporty vehicle that Willow had voluntarily thrown herself into. She was hunched over, barely able to hold herself up against the smooth, fine fabric of the seats. Willow managed to gasp out some sort of sound, one that sounded close enough to, 'yes.'
All of this was almost too wild to comprehend.
She was in the backseat of Batman's car with The Batman driving, on top of being in the backseat with The Flash.. Things like this didn't happen to people like her. She tucked her hair behind her ears, feverishly trying to get a grip in the backseat, so that she could properly determine what type of condition the scarlet speedster was in.
The speed of the car caused the waning street lights to appear as brief flickers of light, adding to the headache that this night had become. She couldn't see the man's condition from the back of the car, and as the car weaved in and out of traffic, she'd accidentally fallen over onto him multiple times, causing him to groan and grunt in distress.
" We've got to get him to the hospital. "
Batman's agitated voice shook through the compact car, leading to further exaserbate Willow's anxiety, her mind racing a million miles an hour as she tried to frantically think of something-anything she could do. The hospital had to be a fucking mad house right now. With three blocks of Gotham being in ruins and scared, shortsighted civilians running around like the entire city was on fire, there wouldn't likely be much room there.
" It's going to be a mad house, wi-with the explosion, " Willow swallowed hard, trying to find any footing as she spoke, her mind scrambling to think, " the hospital is going to be booked up. "
Willow flinched as the car went quickly around another sharp turn, her body heavily fell against the back of the car. She stayed there for a short time, her body becoming more and more fatigued by the moment, as the adrenaline she'd felt from earlier had begun to diminish.
All of the rooms in the ER would be full, as would be the rooms in the critical care unit, the standard wings of the hospital might have a few openings, possibly..
" Th-theres a ward in the East wing that we save for special guests, like the mayor or celebrities, I'm sure that'll be clear.. " Willow's dimming eyes caught an intense light as she began to realize that she could actually help.
She pulled herself up from the backseat, her fingers tightly grasping the tight vinyl seats as she used all of her might to keep herself place.
" Pull around back. "
Willow hurriedly rushed from the car, her body nearly falling forwards as her feet toppled from the compact backseat. She rushed from the car, turning around to see that The Batman had already exited the vehicle and was pulling the limp body of The Flash from the car.
" Just-a fucking second.. "
Willow's words were strained as she breathed them out in one, hard exhale. She only glanced back at the two of them once more before darting towards the back entrance to the hospital and running inside. Willow rushed through the emergency exit, pushing past only a few scarce people, whom she quickly cleared. Willow waited until the hall was cleared of doctors and nurses before turning to open the back door.
She didn't have time to react, standing in front of her, without an ounce of hesitation, was The Batman, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to balance the weight of the body still in his arms. Willow stood flabbergasted for a moment, her lips parted just slightly, still not completely convinced of everything that was happening to her.
" Jus-just put him on the table. "
Willow waved quickly at the medical bed that was at the far corner of the overly spacious room. The suite was designed to be much more luxurious than a normal hospital room, accommodated with cable TV, an on call button that would summon a nurse to your bedside in less than a minute, and a wide, beautiful sliding window with a crisp view of one of Gotham's only forested, residential parks. It was surprisingly nicer than the basic rooms that they kept the normal patients in. Willow flicked on every light switch she could find, gathering any medical supplies that were available in the room she rushed over to the oversized plush bed, nearly dropping everything in her cluttered arms, as she recklessly set them down onto the empty nightstand just adjacent to the bed.
She hadn't notice her breathing slowly become more and more labored, as her watering, strained eyes were blinking more than normal. She didn't notice, but someone else in the room did. The man in the batsuit stood stoically behind her, watching her every move. Ensuring that everything that could be done, would. Willow's chilled fingers were practically numb, and as she fumbled endlessly to try and get The Flash's helmet off, she struggled to even grasp the smooth material that the helmet and faceplate consisted of. The batman had quietly made his way over to the other side of the bed, and had startled her, as he'd reached out to help her take the helmet off.
Willow's frightened eyes pulled up to the man the black suit, the fear in them diminishing slowly, but not fast enough. He could tell that she was rattled, but in all reality, her exhaustion had begun to get the best of her.
The Batman had managed to get off the Red mask, and as the entire piece came off, Willow looked over, not expecting to see a young, handsome man with wild hair and open, calm eyes. Her expression softened some the longer she took in his features. Not in a million years had she expected The Flash, the famous speeding meta human from Central City, to be sitting just in front of her. She half expected him to be some blonde hair, blue eyed captain figure, but to her overwhelming surprise he had black locks of hair, and broad, outlining features. He hadn't shaved in some time, at least thats what she'd assumed by the amount of facial hair he had. His shoulder length, loose, unkempt hair was held back by a thin elastic, and Willow watched silently, as his golden cedar colored eyes matched with hers, neither of them saying a word.
The Vigilante Batman had managed to get The Flash's chest plate off and everything else on his upper torso, all without Willow's help, as both her and the new mystery man were unable to communicate with one another.
" Hey!? S'mbody in there? "
A deep voice shook past the thin, wooden door, and through the room. The door was only loosely locked, and the moment the handle to the door began to jiggle, Willow'd body went into a panic. Willow's body jumped up, her adrenaline spiking as though something had ran through her. She cleared the room and looked back to the two men behind her, determined to solve the problem that was at hand.
In one swift motion she unlocked the door and quickly let herself out, before closing the door behind her.
" Willow, holy shit. "
The doctor's voice was shocked and relieved.
" Thought I was hearing things. "
Willow listened to him and pushed a small, uncomfortable smile. One that would only last a few moments. She glanced over her shoulder as she securely closed the door behind her. The Doctor in question was Dr. Eric Lance, one of the most dull witted men she'd ever come into contact with, so thankfully, whatever excuse she could come up with as to why she was in the room, he'd believe.
" You see I was-"
Willow pushed a few free strands of hair from her face and managed to muster up one of the lamest excuses she could, when she was interrupted by a new face.
" Meryl. "
The pale face and fiery red hair set her aside from most of the staff, and right now, she was the last person Willow had wanted to see. Meryl had quickly become her best friend through the end of medical school, and the two of them had happened to end up at Gotham General together. Meryl, unlike Dr. Dumbass, was very cunning and smart, and would absolutely not believe Willow's bogus story.
" You were supposed to go home over an hour ago, what the hell? "
The perturbed doctor had been up to her neck in vomit and blood, and seeing Willow's face still here, still at the hospital, was about to push her over the edge.
" Why are you still here? "
Meryl pushed at Willow, her pale cheeks beginning to flush with anger as her lips pursed into a thin, angry line. Willow took a deep breath, opening her mouth to at least try and fool the two over tired overnight doctors.
" Willow was in the celebrity suite. "
Eric's comment came out like a bomb, the doctor spoke so quickly and so carelessly, that Willow's lips were left parted in shock. He hadn't even given her a moment to speak.
"The celebrity suite?! Why would you be in there? "
Meryl's look of confusion had seamlessly shifted to agitation. Normally she wouldn't give a flying fuck what Willow was doing, but right now, she was tired, annoyed and covered in other people's bodily fluids.
Willow swallowed hard and closed her mouth, her exhausted body begging to buckle below her.
Maybe if I faint..
Her mind began to run through any scenario it could muster, she couldn't let these two into the room behind her, there was no way. She had to help them. She wouldn't think more into that until much much later in the day tomorrow. Her tired mind was only on a one way street, and right now, it was aimed at saving that young man in the next room.
" Well? "
Meryl's tone was much angrier now, and Willow couldn't believe how completely stumped she was.
There was a sudden shift in the hallway as a hard breeze pushed past Willow, blowing her hair into her face and causing her to shiver. The door behind her opened, and before she could say another word, Meryl's voice screamed loudly from in front of her.
" BRUCE WAYNE!? "
Meryl's high pitched tone made Willow's body snap back, and she felt one of her shoulders knock against the door's frame, while the other was caught by a steady hand. Willow didn't look back for a moment, her body too surprised
By the time her delayed reflexes kicked over, Bruce had moved forwards, insisting that he didn't want to be kept waiting. Meryl and Eric were quick to hurry away, and before she knew what-was-what, she was lead back into the room.
" Fix him. "
Bruce growled from under his breath before clearing his throat and tucking his button down shirt into his pants. Both Bruce and Willow looked behind them to where crimson speedster was laying. Willow's eyes met with his, and without any more hesitation, she nodded to him. Bruce disappeared from the room, intent on keeping the staff busy while she finished up what she had started.
Willow fumbled from one end of the room to the other, her inconsistent steps staggering for a moment, as she gained her footing. Willow pulled her stethoscope from her bag and tried to test his heart beat, but that was pointless. His heart was going to fast that she was barely able to pick it up.
The stranger was in a plain white T and some type of black athletic pants. The closer she grew to him, the more his features set in. Her feet stumbled for a moment as her exhaustion heightened in the quiet room. The man listened to her footsteps, his chin lifting from his chest for a moment, as his body swayed, unable to keep his balance regardless if he was sitting.
The man had some speckled stains on his shirt along his left ribcage, and couldn't stand to save his life. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but she'd do her best.
She didn't have much time to react, as the lumbering man changed his course of direction, and instead of falling backwards onto the bed, he fell forwards towards her. Willow rushed forwards, extending her arms out in an attempt to catch the man before he further hurt himself.
The man had leaned into her for a moment, startling her just slightly. Willow pushed the man back up, and she watched him as he swayed from right to left. The white short sleeved T shirt the man was wearing had flecks of blood that lined his left ribcage, but when she lifted his shirt, she was shocked to find no injury. Willow's hands came up as she began to check the mans pupils.
One of her palms rested against his cheek, while the other used a small flashlight to check for any abnormalities. Willow leaned in some, not noticing the man taking in her features. Her chilled hand touched the side of his jaw, and almost instantly, as if on instinct, his cheek rested into her palm. The silence of the room seemed to only relax her further, as she felt a free hand come up and set against her bare, chilled skin. Her body trembled, sending an uncontrollable wave of tension to sweep up her arm.
Her hands shook for a moment as her fingers rested against the hair along his jaw, and she lost track of what exactly she was doing. She knew there had to be something wrong with him, for him to be acting so strange, and she knew she needed to focus on that.
" You're pupils are pretty dilated, and your, " Willow's voice grew quieter the longer she spoke, as her eyes cautiously met with his. Her voice trailed off for a moment, the only easy solution she could think of right now, was that his blood sugar was possibly low, but that couldn't be it.
The man reached up a free hand, pulling her closer to him. Willow's tired body fell forwards slightly, her body beginning to slightly tremble.
The man's fingers pushed into her arms just a little , tightening his grip on her, and Willow could feel this indecent, indescribable sensation in the pit of her stomach. Every moment more he touched her, was another second too long. She could feel her shoulders begin to lean into his, her body overwhelmed with the incredible warmth he was giving off, his skin touching her skin made her entire body want to melt. Willow's tired eyes closed for only a moment, as she allowed her body to rest.
She felt a slight pull at her arms, and almost immediately she was on fire. Her skin began to ripple and bump as his hands grasped her tighter; pulling her closer. Willow felt her body lean into his, and without any hesitation, their lips met.
It didn't seem real.
Only moments after their lips met, Willow abruptly pulled away and covered her mouth, taking a large, stumbling fall backwards. The man had planted his palms onto his knees, steading himself for a moment as he brought his eyes up to meet hers, a wide grin spreading across his face.
The door to room abruptly opened, and the scene that Bruce Wayne stumbled onto, was chaotic.
" Five minutes. "
Bruce sighed in one hard breath, closing the door behind him and helping Willow to her feet. His demeanor was that of a father who'd left his children unsupervised for only a moment.
" H-he's going to be fine, he just needs some fluids and his blood sugar is low, " Willow paused, looking over her shoulder, " he's disoriented. "
" You eat every ten minutes, how-" Bruce trailed off, bringing up a free palm to calm his unnerved temples. He looked over to the man on the bed, and Willow could feel how much tension was in the room.
" I'll hook up an IV, he should be on his feet in an hour or two. "
Willow pushed a sudden, small smile, trying to deescalate the situation. Bruce looked over to her, staying silent. The expression on his face had begun to soften as he looked over to his friend.
Willow walked from Bruce and over to the medical bed. She was quick in her actions, gently pushing the disoriented man back down onto the medical bed before placing an IV into his arm.
She checked his vitals one more time, making sure everything was working properly before she retreated to the corner of the room, and sat down in a small chair.
Over the next hour she'd check on him, not understanding how any human could go through four saline bags in under an hour, but then again, this guy wasn't exactly human.
She changed the bag one last time before retreating to the corner of the room yet again, ready for this entire ordeal to be over. She let her head rest back against the wall behind her, fighting off the urge to fall asleep before eventually drifting off somewhere between three and four am.