Chapter 9
Seph's POV
Two months pass and Arkham starts feeling like a dream. The Joker has been out terrorizing the city but I only see his face on the news. Well, there and in my head. I find myself looking around for him when I'm at the bank, a sick part of me hoping he would come in to rob the place. I have dreams, or nightmares, I'm not too sure, of me joining him in his life of crime. Matching tattoos adjourn me and in a badass skimpy outfit. I wake up sick at the thought of being a criminal but wishing to be with him.
Sometimes I wonder if everything was real between us or I just romanticized it. It wasn't even a full week of seeing him. When i started working there, I was warned he had a crazy effect on people. I never imagined it would be this. Although, I feel like it is only me that has had this particular reaction.
Work provides a distraction but I feel like I need more. Luckily my brother is coming to visit me. He's worried because I haven't been calling as much and with me calling off the wedding with Matt. I always get nervous having him over. I love him but he's not always the most stable. I remember my first year of med school he came for the weekend and when I went to visit him in his hotel, he was nearly dead with slashed wrists in the bathtub. That wasn't the first time either. I worry about him and when he's on my half of the country and feel responsible for him. I think that's why I moved so far away for med school. I didn't want the responsibility on me. He's my older brother, shouldn't he be the one taking care of me?
I'm supposed to pick him up from the airport so I hop in my Prius and drive there. It's raining and dark although it's only 4:30PM. As I cruise, I try to find a radio station, I'm going through an intersection when I hear sirens that cause me to glance to my right and then all the air leaves my body as another car collides into me. My head smacks on the glass of my window and I hear glass breaking around me. Instantly, every bone of my body hurts and I hear silence. Then I see nothing and feel nothing.
"Miss? Miss? I have a pulse. She's bleeding and badly injured. Not responsive. Not sure how to get her out. Suspect in custody. Over." I can hear a whooshing in my ears. Like my blood pumping. Some guy is talking. I hear radio static. I moan feeling pain again. In my side is the most prominent. I try to readjust for comfort and end up screaming in agony. "Miss, stay still. Your injuries are severe. I don't know the extent of them. We are waiting for an ambulance."
I look over and see a police officer talking to me. His face looks worried. He's young with kind hazel eyes and dark hair. It looks like he has anxiously been running his fingers through it. The pain is fading and I realize I'm going into shock. I laugh. "What's the matter officer? Scared of a little blood?" I raise my hand up in example since blood is on it. I think blood is coming from my side.
"No but you need to be seen by a doctor. After we figure out how to even get you out of there." He looks around the car trying to find the magical solution.
I just laughed again, mostly the irony. "I am a doctor. The wrong kind though. My ex. He was the right kind. He could fix me up."
He looks at me like I'm crazy and realizes I'm in shock and starting to daze. "hey, hey, stay with me." his hand reaches in and touches my shoulder. It's warm but I start shivering. I grab his hand clinging to its warmth. "It's okay, its okay. It's just the shock. What's your name?" His voice is so kind and the last logical part of me knows I need to tell him all he needs to know before I pass out or worse.
"My name is Seph. Persephone Sotiropoulos. I have a brother named Hector. I was coming to pick him up at the airport. I'm 26 years old. Birthdate October 13th. Blood type is O positive. No allergies." I rush to tell him as my vision starts fading. The last I see is his panic stricken face.
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There is a flurry of movement around me. Lots of talking and I hear sirens. I'm in even more pain and people keep moving and prodding me. I feel a warm hand on mine and I turn to find it owner. It's the police officer. I feel less panicked. "They are giving you something for the pain, just hang in there. We lost you there for a second." I only then realize I was moaning and crying. There is a mask on my face and my torso feels bare causing me to shiver. He holds my hand tighter. He sees the fear plainly written on my face.
"It's ok, you aren't alone. I'll stay with you. I have someone trying to contact your brother. My name is Dick." He tries to comfort me but something happens causing more of a flurry and his hand leaves mine. I quickly drift into the nothing again.
