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The Javelin flew closer to Watchtower 2 with a slight bump. Kara felt her insides tighten up with fear as she felt the space craft slowing down. She looked down at Flash, the Scarlet Speedster was no longer visibly breathing, his air supply had become shallow and it didn't help that his muscles would tweak uncontrollably and his body would continue shivering

"Javelin 262 you are clear for your landing. Med Bay teams are standing par your request."

John received the message and answered back with a push to the red button on the consol,

"This is Javelin 262. We are prepared to land. Med Bay level code zero Red."

Kara gasped, 'Code zero Red?'

Code zero Red was the highest level of warning possible. It meant that a Leaguer was dying or beyond help. John was the one who had strictly enforced that rule, that it should only be used in emergencies and even then, as a last resort.

"Javelin 262. Patient id and status."

"Flash. Status critical. Sustained a bite wound, possibly poisonous." The voice on the other end seemed to wavier and it spoke to some else who was in the room,

"Get Superman down here now!" Muffled orders were shouted as the man returned to address John once more, "Landing bay is fully set."

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Several civilians were now added to the work force of the med-bay, expert doctors, amazing scientists and an odd ball or two. They stood huddled together in awe of the worried heroes around them and in excitement for a chance to prove their worth.

The head doctor wore a plain white lab coat and thick black rimmed glasses. He carried Flash's files and noted the deep red sticker that was marked I.S. or identity secret. These files could only be seen by the top doctors,

"Doctor McGee!" A young woman rushed up to him,

"What is it Doctor Cordele?" He sighed heavily. Doctor Cordele had been selected for this position not based on her skill but based on her family name. Doctor McGee always found he resented her for that, even more so when he saw that she was, in actuality, skilled in her line of work.

"Superman has ordered that Flash should be isolated upon arrival."

"Why? I was not informed earlier that the patient should be isolated." His tone was stingy.

"I'm sorry sir, but given the new information—"

"You mean finding out that Flash was the one harmed?" Doctor Cordele nodded,

"Yes sir. Batman also insists." Now McGee winced. Batman had enough power and fear inducing presence to scare half the medical staff on permanent leave.

"Fine. Get the Haz-mat team on stand by."

"Yes sir." She turned around and rushed away.

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Dove knew Hawk was out there, waiting for him to step off the separated Javelins so he could rub the whole mess in his face.

'Flash.' Dove hung his head in shame. Flash had worn them not to go running off that it was still dangerous in the caverns but they did not listen and it could now cost them more then they could imagine.

He saved us both…but at what cost?

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Superman flew down to the briefing room with a worried frown.

"Superman?"

He continued down the hallway,

"What is it?" He snapped and continued down the hall, as Booster followed him,

"What's going on? I heard the code zero red…"

"I don't know myself, Booster. Please, wait until we can find out. We'll let you know."

Booster stopped short and glanced around. Skeets hovered over his shoulder and he opened his mouth to continue. Superman felt a twinge of impatience.

"Booster. You will be informed. Now get back to your position. We are at code zero red."

Booster looked taken aback and he looked down,

"Alright." He glanced at Skeets and headed back down the hallway. Superman watched him go and felt guilty for a moment but only a moment. He had bigger things to worry about then hurting someone's feelings. He'd apologize later.

He entered the room and was greeted by sullen faced communication workers. They saluted him and the head honcho walked forward,

"Superman. We have conformation. It was indeed the Flash who was bitten on this peace keeping operation."

Superman felt something inside of him go cold,

"What's his status?"

"Critical." The man continued without any emotion, "It's expected that he may not survive but we are waiting on the say that Doctor McGee will provide."

"Have they landed?"

The man turned away from Superman and checked a list of codes that we're flashing across the screen,

"Yes. He is in transit to med bay seven as we speak."

"Seven? Hazardous? It's that bad?"

"I was not informed of the cause. Batman has handled that situation himself."

"Batman?"

"Yes sir." Superman furrowed his brow. Batman had always been paranoid, but was he using his own communications again? Clark pushed the thought away. Batman may not be trusting but he was trust worthy.

"Who has clearance to the med bay?"

"You'll have to check with Doctor McGee, sir."

"Thanks. I will."