Disclaimer:
I don't own Young Justice.
She wheezed and gasped. She felt like she was choking on something. All she could see was the needles and scalpels looming over her, threatening her safety. She screamed for help, she pleaded. But nothing could be done.
She waited for the horrid, agonizing pain to race through her body.
She bolted upward at an alarming rate. She was crying and gasping for air. Her entire body hurt. At that moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a gentle touch, a comforting touch. She turned her face to look at who it was, half afraid, half curious. Her eyes met a pair of silver ones and she felt as if something had caught in her throat.
He was frowning, a look of concern on his face.
"Are you all right? You were screaming. Does anything hurt?" he asked her.
She looked down at her feet and then back at him. She smiled and said, "Everything is fine. Thank you Mr…."
"Aqualad."
"Vine."
"Huh?"
"My name. My name is Vine."
"Oh."
The two simply exchanged glances before Vine asked, "What's going on? Where am I?"
"You're safe. You're recovering remarkably. I'm sure you'll be able to stand within a day or two."
"A day?"
"The drugs they pumped into you still haven't worn off yet. Chances are, they're going to mess with your balance, not to mention your fine motor skills."
Vine just looked at Aqualad and asked, "How'd I get here?"
"John brought you. Seems he's come to join us," the Atlantean teen said.
She looked around and then said, "You're going after Mock…right?"
"No. I'm staying here to hold down the fort. Black Canary, Superboy, and Superman are going to stay with me and you."
She blinked a few moments and said, "Please save them…they aren't bad people. I'm afraid for them."
Aqualad paused a moment and said, "My friends were taken with them. I'm also worried."