I could hear my mother, the hymns she used to sing when I was younger to calm me down and help me from the nightmares that I would. Her sweet voice filled my head, almost calming down the ache that I was feeling over my body. But I didn't know where I was if I was still alive or dead, and where the others were.

What happened to me?

"No. no no no please no…please wake up. Don't do this, come on."

I could hear his voice, sounding so desperate and so concerning for me as I was still out of it and unconscious, once again hearing my mothers' singing in my ear and feeling as though I was about to drift into heaven. It felt like I was, something or someone pulling me up by my shoulders and arms, the feeling of being pressed into something warm and comforting, and then hearing other voices that were close and yet so far away.

"Is she alive?"

"I think she's still breathing.

"We need to finish this, finish off that bitch once and for all!"

"Diablo, stay with her and stay out of sight!"

I could see him in my head, how his eyes looked compared to the rest of the world and how his eyes made me feel safe. It was odd for me to feel like this to someone like Diablo, and it hadn't been feeling like that inside of me in a long time. I wondered who it happen or why it did, or even if it was left up to fate to something else. Who knew? I didn't, but I was more occupied with the fact that I was in limbo with life or death.

"I got you, open your eyes for me. Please, Diamante, please wake up for me." He sounded so sad and desperate, and I wondered for a split second as to why he would fret over someone like me. I knew what I did, acting on a selfless act if someone wanted to see it as Selfless. But other could see it as selfish, not understanding why I did what I did. But I knew he needed another chance at life, all of them did, which was why they were doing this in the first place. Get time off their sentences and then go out.

As for me, my time was already ending.

I woke up in what looked like a medical wing, three of the walls were concrete and blank with at least one monitor that had what looked like my X-Ray of my chest and arms. The other wall and a large window that filled the whole wall from top to bottom, having me see outside a hallway that also had concrete walls. I blinked, my eyes were feeling heavy and my whole body was aching all around. My arms were bandaged up, along with my hands there and one of my hands was handcuffed to the railing of my bed. Well, that's reassuring I guess.

But where was I really?

My heart monitor was beeping nice and slow, the smell of medicine and disaffected tools were filling my nostrils and I was getting some of the pieces placed together in my head now as I was looking up and around to get some kind of clue as to where I was. But it was about to be answered when I looked over to see the door opening and none other than Amanda Waller, along with a doctor with a file in his hand, coming in. I looked at Waller in shock, how was it that she was alive? I didn't know what to think of her at this point, since the last time I saw her physically she tried to get Harley killed. So why was she here in the first place, wherever here was.

"How are you feeling, Rose?" She asked me, calmly, having me look at her in confusion as the Doctor walked over to the foot of my bed and grabbed my binder there to look at.

"Fine…" I trailed off, seeing her nod her head shortly before motioning to the Doctor.

"If you're still feeling out of it and heavy in the head, the Doctor didn't know why much pain killers to give you since you have a high tolerance for pain," She explained, making me look at the Doctor now as he looked at my information up and down.

"You suffered from heavy trauma from the explosion, a few fractured bones here and there along the forearms, they could have been shattered if it wasn't for your ability. But for now, you have fabric casts on both wrists for a few weeks. nothing vital happened to your organs, which was lucky save to say the very least, and you had a concussion as well. All in all, better than what we hoped. In a few days, you're free to go," He explained to both me and Amanda Waller.

"Thank you, Doctor James. Can I have a moment alone with her please before you give her more treatment?" She asked him, seeing him then nod and walk out of the room with a small close of the door. I was left there alone with Amanda now, seeing her watch me carefully and keeping a good distance there between us as I was giving her some kind of stare, I didn't know what kind, but it was enough for her to start talking.

"I assume you have plenty of questions for me," She said to me, shifting a bit in her spot and I nodded my head slowly.

"I'll start with an obvious one: Why would I have you be on this mission when I had a good hunch it would fail." She said to me calmly now as she tapped her finger on my file, having me watch her as she went on, "I read up on you, all that happened to you and your family. After what your father did, turning you in for some money in his pocket, I would think that you were someone who just wanted to die and get it over it."

"That's partially true," I added in a grimace.

"But I think I found the opposite in you when I saw you on the roof with the others, how you were fighting with them and helping him. I underestimated you, Rose Talbert. And a deal's a deal: you get your freedom." She said to me now as I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. That lead to another question that I had on my mind.

"What's going to happen to me when I leave the prison? I'm a metahuman, they'll arrest me as soon as they find out and they'll send me back here." I reminded her, knowing that it could be a case with me since I didn't do any kind of crime to be placed here in the prison. It was my DNA that they were afraid off, not my character.

"I'll make sure that it did not happen to you from this point on. You'll be under my care and watchful. As long as your keep a clean record, you'll have no trouble with the police when it comes to you being a metahuman." She explained.

"You have that kind of power?" I asked in a bit of shock.

"A lot of people tend to forget how much power I do have, and that is one of them," She replied, having me sigh and rethink that whole thing in my head.

"So…then that means if I'm going to be working for you and not get in trouble…then I won't be arrested again?" I asked, making sure it was clear enough in my own head. She nodded her head slowly, having me sigh in relief then. It was better than nothing, much better than nothing and looking over my back constantly on rotation.

"I can live with that," I stated.

"Good, I'll keep you in close contact in case the team does need you in the near future," She agreed.

"You're still going to use them?" I asked in confusion.

"Of course. They each got 10 years off their sentences, but they're not completely off the hook. I still have their bombs in their necks," It made me freeze up and reach up slowly to where I knew they placed mine. Before I could even touch the skin there under my ear, Amanda spoke up finally.

"We took yours out while you were unconscious and you were brought in here," She explained as I felt a small gaze there along my skin, a tender spot where I squinted and I looked at her in shock.

"No bomb in me?" I asked plainly.

"Nope. You're no longer a prisoner so I don't need to have that insurance hanging over you," She answered, which was another thing lifted off my chest now as I laid there on the hospital bed, my head already feeling a bit heavy from the drugs that were still lingering inside of me.

"I have one more piece of information to give you before I let the doctor come back in and check up on you," She explained to me now as she then handed me a heavy envelope, something inside that seemed like a bunch of folded up papers as I took them in my hand gently without hurting my hands.

"What's this?" I asked her, about to open the top of the envelope when she answered.

"It's information on your father."

There was a light tap on the door, having me look away from the wall that I was at and over to where the big window was, seeing familiar faces that were grinning at me from ear to ear, though they were handcuffed and back in their orange prison clothes.

My Suicide Squad.

They filed in, one by one and they looked happy to see me there, not even mad that they were back in prison. Harley's face was beaming, Boomerang's grin was genuine and kind, Deadshot had a smirk on his face, and Croc growled in content there. The only person that was not there, that saddened my heart a bit, was Diablo himself. Where was he? Was he already in trouble?

Did he get hurt, like me?

"Look who's up and lookin' as fresh as a daisy!" Harley chirped at me now as she grinned with her orange just on and her hair in what looked like rollers.

"We were worried about ya, Sheila," Boomerang said to me with his cheeky toothy smile. I looked at each of them now, since I blacked out and the last half of the whole fight.

"What happened back there?" I asked them quietly, wanting to hear it for them and no one else since they were there.

"After you stalled that big ass of a thing, the bomb went off. You were in it, and we thought you were toast and done for," Deadshot explained in his serious tone now as he moved a bit to stand over near me, "Diablo stayed behind with you to protect you, and we took out the Witch once and for all."

"That bitch is long gone," Croc said in agreement.

"No one got hurt, though, did they?" I asked them all in wonder as they were still drinking it in too.

"Naw, we were just fine, dearie. We were more worried about ya, though," Boomerang said to me softly.

"You gave us a scare," Harley added, "We all thought you were a goner, for sure we did for a split second."

"That's a nice thing to say to her while she's in the bed, Harley," Deadshot said in almost a scolding manner.

"What? Ain't I speakin' the truth?" She asked him back, then looking at me "The only one that knew you were alive was Diablo. Hell, he never left your side, not once until we were picked up and brought back here."

"Had to rip him away from you so you can get over to medical," Deadshot added to the story, "He almost burned the whole place down from being away from you."

"Told ya," Harley said to me with a smirk, winking at me once again now as I was giving her an angry look of annoyance since I knew what she was talking about.

"Told her what, shorty?" Croc asked in crusty.

"Nothing," I replied shortly, taking a deep breath before looking at Deadshot now, "Where's Diablo now?"

"Back in his tank," Boomerang answered for him, having me look over at him in sadness, "He wanted to come out, he really did. But he didn't think he wanted you to see him all worked up."

"He has to cool down honey before he can grace you with his response," Harley said in a softer tone now as she could see the distress on my face. I nodded in agreement with that, I would rather have him rational than heated in emotion. He needed to collect himself, as did I in the host pail bed.

"So apparently, Waller's letting me work with you guys, though I'm a free metahuman," I informed them, seeing them grin at me now from hearing the news that I wasn't going to be gone forever. I wonder dhow they were going to react to the news, and now they were grinning from ear to ear as if they were never in prison in the first place.

"Well shit, we get to see you work some more of that magic?" Boomerang asked in glee as Croc chuckled.

"I like seeing that shit," He agreed with Boomerang, Harley winking at me and Deadshot just smiling. It didn't feel too and after all, with what I did and how I handled it. I thought it would be worse, but it ended up much different than I imagine.

My future was getting a wee bit brighter.