Author's Note:
Guest- The light members have actually referred to them as young justice. So just in case you didn't catch that early on in season one :)
Tysongirl123- so far I am continuing it! I think I might go through season 2 :)
Wally West "Kid Flash"
Gotham General Hospital
January 1st, 2011
"Please, stay."
It was all a blur. Sure, when I'm running with Barry, the blur is exhilarating and easier to understand, easy to pick out details. Blurs always brought excitement, adrenaline, even satisfaction. Blurs usually meant I was being a hero, more often than not it meant I was on a mission, pushing myself not to be seen. This kind of blur, everything was running together, but I still remembered every little detail, like a movie I couldn't pause or stop to think. I remembered the police radio, numerous 911 calls coming from the same nightclub, then the reports of police being attacked by a lone assailant. A female assailant. But I saw her, small and weak looking, but the savage hiding behind her eyes had taken over. I couldn't get the image of her, covered in blood, out of my head. But then I saw her at the plane crash, fighting alongside Cheshire. She nearly killed her own brother and didn't even care. She didn't even know her own name. The only thing that had me holding on, was that she hesitated. She hesitated then, and she hesitated when Vandal Savage had ordered her to leave with him, and she hesitated. But that's what's killing me… killing her. I remember getting bandages and wrapping her up as tightly as possible, ripping the bottom of her dress and using it to make it more absorbent. Flash woke up from the effects of the Cure-Tech and ran with me to take her cold and limp body to Gotham. If she had a chance in any hospital, it would be on her home turf. As bad as Gotham was, they were always prepared for victims of violence, whether it be gunshot wounds, or stabbings, bombings, fires, you name it.
The doctors pushed me out of the emergency room, Flash holding me back as they irrigated her wounds and started replacing her blood volume before taking her to surgery. I watched through the window as her lips slowly turned blue, despite how fast they were moving. The efforts of compressions were feeble as her heart slowly began to give out, but they kept going. I begged and pleaded for Barry to go in there and help her, but he wasn't the medical professional when it came to a living body, and his precision would help, but he wouldn't know what he was doing. I just watched, helplessly as she flatlined. It happened three times before they could keep her going long enough to get her into surgery. I sat there, on the floor of that hallway, just outside that emergency room. My head fell into my hands as I hugged my knees, like it would give me some sort of closure. But all I wanted was to hold her.
After an hour, Barry had returned in civilian clothing and suggested I zeta-ed home to do the same, but I refused. He had thought of that ahead of time and handed me a bag of my own clothing. I made sure no one would be able to tell I was kid, using my super speed to change at a convenience store down the street before returning. I sat with Barry in the waiting area, staring blankly at the wall. She had been gone for twenty five days and seventeen hours, and none of her family was here yet. But, before I could even ask Barry about it, Alfred showed up, his face was worried and expectant all at the same time. After another hour, Dick and Bruce showed up in civilian clothing. When I couldn't take being around shadows one and two, I stood up and went to the front desk.
"How can I help you?" The nurse at the desk asked as she tucked the receiver of the phone under her chin to keep the talking off the phone.
"I need an update on a patient that was taken in just after midnight. Sylvia Wayne." I told her as I tapped the counter top impatiently. She did a bit of clicking and scrolling on her computer and got back to me.
"You're in luck, they are wheeling her out of surgery right now. A doctor will be here shortly to talk to you and the family." She smiled, optimistic since Sylvia even survived the surgery. The nurse pointed over to the hallway to his right and on queue, two surgeons in attending scrubs walked out. One man, one woman, both tired from the long procedure. I rested a shaking hand on Dick's shoulder as he looked up at the surgeons with bloodshot eyes.
"How is she?" Bruce asked, standing up from his chair. He had a look on his face a father should never have. He was having the guilt of being controlled by savage, the pain of having a missing child, and the disparity of getting her back, but only when she's on the brink of death. Seems to be a common theme of state his kids tend to be in when he get's them back from kidnappings.
"Sylvia is currently stable, but she has gone through extensive damage to her lungs, heart, and diaphragm. We currently have her on a ventilator, so to help her heal, the machine will breath for her. She lost a lot of blood, so we're giving her one last blood transfusion to replace what she lost during the surgery. All things aside, if everything goes as planned, she'll wake up within the next twenty four hours." They finished and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "She's in room 423-" I didn't need to know anything else. I left them immediately to find her.
"Wally!" I heard Dick call after me and for once, I purposefully ignored my best friend to go see his sister. It wasn't long before I found her private room on the fourth floor. It was nice, overlooking the bay. I looked to the bed and there she was, completely serene. The blanket was only pulled up to her waist, her entire torso wrapped in bandages and gauze with a thin outer layer of a hospital gown. I didn't know what to do besides grab one of the chairs from the wall and pulling it close to her bed. I just sat there, holding her hand. The longer I sat with her, the more I noticed the steady beeping of the monitor and the forced rise and fall of her chest. I kept thinking of her smile, but that was always pushed out of my head as I looked at the tube going down her throat. I even noticed how thin she was. Her arms were bony and her cheekbones had never been more prominent than they were right now. I could see the aggressive protrusion coming from her hips, even from underneath the blanket. I sat there for hours on end with Dick, Bruce, and Alfred. The only times I let go of her dainty, bony hand was to eat. Alfred kept bringing me fast food and different variations for smoothies, milkshakes and protein bars. I remember fighting to stay awake, only to drift off, my head resting on the bed and her hand loose in mine.
"Dude, I've just heard. You saved an entire country! Major kudos!" Robin congratulated me as Sylvia leaned in the door frame. I looked past Rob, noticing for the first time today how beautiful she looked. I had been so engrossed in everyone else, my birthday, that I hadn't really paid attention to how she looked.
"What can I say? I'm the man." I smirked, putting my hands on my hips, like Superman always does when posing. I was so much happier than I was earlier. Sure, my birthday was great, but seeing that little girl's smile was the cherry on top of a perfect birthday. Sylvia lifted up my camera and took a picture. I gave her a smile and walked over.
"I'll give the birthday boy some privacy." Robin laughed, leaving Sylvia and I alone. I gently took the camera from her hands and lightly set it on the floor. I rested my hands on her lower back, pulling her small frame into me.
"Happy Birthday, Wally." She whispered in my ear as she stood on her tip toes. But even then, she was pulling my down slightly to do so. I kissed her neck softly, working my way up to her lips. My hands slid up her back, feeling her soft sweater on her slight curves, and in that moment, I stopped kissing her. I just held her in my arms and took a breath. She giggled softly, the chiming sound muffled by my shirt. When I finally let go, she bent down and grabbed the camera, putting the neck strap over my head and letting it hang.
"I think there's still cake left." I told her, and she slipped her hand into mine.
"I don't know, you were a fiend with it the moment you blew out the candles." She joked, skipping a little in her stride. "You know, if we go back to the manor, we could make some waffles…" She looked up at me as we walked. Almost automatically, we grabbed our coats and made it to the zeta tube.
Most of what I remembered after that were flashes of mixing batter, eating waffles, chasing each other with the whipped cream, and something happened along the way that lead us to her room. We weren't doing anything wrong, and we even left the door open, Alfred even checked on us. The two of us may have just been laying on her giant bean bag, listening to music, but I was perfectly relaxed. I was all sprawled out, and she was curled up in a ball, her sleepy head resting on my chest. I never wanted to move again, not even caring if I died in that moment. I would have her in my arms, and that would make everything okay. I was at peace. But of course, it ended when I got a text from my mother saying that it was time to come home.
"Hey, Sylvie," I called her by the nickname, shaking her shoulder, "I gotta head home." She looked up at me, bleary eyed.
"I'll walk you to the zeta-tube." She sighed, getting up off the bean bag and grabbing my hand. She took my hand and walked me back down stairs to the kitchen where I left my coat and camera. But before I could put on my coat, she got this look in her eye, pushing me against the wall. Her lips crushed upon mine, triggering a fast reaction of my grabbing her thighs, hoisting her up, and setting her on the counter so her small frame was level with mine. My hands ran through her obscenely soft hair as she pulled on my waist, bringing us closer and closer. We went on like that for a few moments, but it slowed down, becoming more delicate and careful.
"I love you." I told her in between breaths. She froze, pulling away from me. Her emerald green eyes met my forrest colored, and her face seemed excited and happy at the same time.
"Wally…" She looked down and my heart dropped. She let out a little giggle and kissed me again for a moment. "I love you too."
I woke up to a brushing feeling in the palm of my hand. I looked outside the window, noticing that it was nighttime once again. But when I looked over to Sylvia, she stared at me, weakly with tired eyes. It was painful to look at her, the state she was in. She was so thin, and her eyes had all but lost their vibrancy. The green was no longer emerald, but a very pale grey, lifeless and milky. Her hair wasn't shiny like it used to be, but dull and coarse. She blinked at me, and I couldn't help but smile as she reached up with a shaking hand, and rested it on my cheek.
"Alfred," I looked over to him, "I think you should find a nurse, she's awake." I looked over and he had just woken up from a nap of his own.
"Oh, thank heavens." Alfred got out of his chair, woke up Bruce and Dick, and proceeded to find a nurse. I looked back at her and her eyes were staring about the room. I turned around and put two and two together. She had her eyes locked with Bruce. It was almost like they were having a telepathic conversation with eye blinks, eyebrow raised and cheek wiggles. But, Sylvia looked back at me, her eyes watering. The moment the tears fell from her lifeless eyes, she grabbed my arm and extended only one of her claws, lightly tracing something on my arm. I looked down at my skin and saw the white number before it faded. 358. I looked at her, confused.
"Three hundred and fifty eight?" I asked her, and she lifted her small hand, shaking her fist like she was trying to say no. This time, she air drew the numbers in the air. "Five hundred and sixty eight?" I ask and she blinked, tears falling from her eyes. I held her hand again, but in that moment, the heart rate monitor when crazy. She just stared at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused. I froze, watching as the doctors came in and began compressions. They were calling code blue. For ten minutes that felt like forever, I watched from the door as they brought her back. When the monitor finally sounded normal, her eyes were closed again. I didn't know what to do with myself. But, the doctors came to us and started talking as a nurse wheeled Sylvia out of the room on her bed.
"We're going to take her to get an MRI and CT. There may be more damage to her body than we've seen when she came in. You said she was missing?" The attending asked Bruce.
"She was taken on December fifth. It's very possible that there are other things that were inflicted upon her." Bruce sounded like a robot, not even able to look the doctor's directly in the eyes.
"Well, we'll find out as much as we can. In the meantime, there are some detectives in the waiting room that need to question you about the situation. And I know it'll be hard, but when she's awake and we're sure she's lucid, they'll have to question her as well." The doctors kept talking to us about the situation, but I zoned out.
"Why don't we go take a walk?" Dick said to me, his hand on my shoulder. I nodded and got up with him, leaving the adults to talk about what comes next. I kept thinking about it, those three small words.
"I love you."
Author's Note: Hi guys! Sorry to keep leaving cliffhangers, BUT, I hope you all are enjoying the story! Please Review! If you guys are enjoying the switching of pov. If you want, you could make requests on points of view you'd like to see.
-thegirlwhoisstillwaiting