Chapter Eleven: Trouble

Back at home recovering from my latest fight with Bots.

My shoulder was petty much healed were I cut the tracer out.

Lucky me I did not have instant healing but it was much faster then normal.

Yesterday was really tough though, I hated lying.

People like Joe were still suspicious but no one knew my secret. Well the neighbours boy still had not given up on the fact SpiderWoman lived here.

I turned the tv on to distract myself from boredom.

I hoped I could get a break from villains. Weekends for me were more work. For some reason more bad guys came out of hiding to do there dirty work on the weekends.

My parents where at work so I could walk around in my spidey suit also I could run off if I needed too.

"Web-Girl has turned dark. In the last two hours she robbed three jewelry shops and five banks.

Chief officer of the Ontario police apartment has put a arrest warrant out for her... "

I flicked the tv off that was all I could take. The news channels did not know much but they sure made it sound like they did.

So chameleon had escaped! why was I not surprised at all? I stood up and pulled on my mask it came to life zooming in and scanning the room before returning to normal.

"A hero's work is never done!"

I sighed.

Now the cops were after me.

How great this was turning out and I still had not figured out who exactly was behind this and why they were doing it.

I connected to the cops wave and listened.

"Web-Girl was last seen robbing a bank on sixth avenue."

That was on the other side of the city! Oh well.

Approaching the scene I could hear sirens and gun fire. I was going to try to convince the police I was the real Web-Girl. If not I was in big trouble.

When I arrived the cops were firing at the bank.

From my spot in the shadows I could see they had formed a barricade around the bank.

I counted about forty cops. I took my chance and swung toward the Chief Henderson to offer to help.

"Hey cap need my help?"

I landed I front of him.

"Need my help?" I asked again. He turned.

"You! You must have escaped out back. I'm not letting you get away again!"He shook with anger as he said this.

"Hey wait I'm the real one and I really want to help!"

But it was to late he pulled out his own revolver levelled it at me.

I knew it was time to get out of here.

"Get her men!"he ordered.

I used a street lamp to swing up on the side of a building.

Zing my spidey sense went crazy.

I raced up the side of the newspaper office making it halfway up before the shower of bullets began.

I did my best to navigate through them, they wizzed by me most barely missing.

One scraped the surface of my suit leaving my exposed skin behind.

I dodged one headed for my head. But I kept running I had too! I reached the top and flopped down.

Wait I felt something wet and sticky running down my arm along with my torso. Oh no!

The pain hit.

Yep I had gotten hit, one was in my lower torso the other my shoulder.

Blood had started to squirt out of the wounds

I had to stop the bleeding before I bled to death.

I webbed the wounds slowing the bleeding.

I needed medical attention fast.

I had lost a lot of blood already. My mind was fading fast.

Stirred some more strength from my determination for justice.

I hopped down to the next office building behind the one I was on.

Clutching my shoulder, I made my way down.

With a moan I landed on a semi truck riding it away from the scene.

I laid down on top, putting pressure on the stomach wound to help slow blood flow it.

The pain was like white heat now making it hard to concentrate along with the blood

loss.

"What have I done! Now I'm bleeding to death unless I get medical help fast." I muttered to myself.

I sudden thought hit me.

"Joe!"

I knew he could help me and I could trust him.

I jumped down from the truck and and ran into a ally behind a restaurant, hiding between two dumpsters.

I propped myself up in a siting position.

The blood loss was making me dizzy. So I waited a second to clear my head a bit.

I pressed a web line.

"Call Joe!" I told my mask.

Three ring later he answered.

"Hello Sandy what's up!"

"Joe meet me in the ally behind Roses Bakery! Bring my change of clothes I accidentally left at your place. And hurry please I'll explain later!"

"Okay you better have a good reason!"

A few long minutes later I watch as he got out of a taxi.

He looked both ways then walked down the ally.

"Sandy?!"

"Over here!"

He walked over and looked behind the dumpster at me.

Joe's eyes widened with disbelief he stumbled backward stunned muttering something. I had taken my mask off.

"Your Web-Girl!" He finally exclaimed.

"Shhhh!"

I nodded.

"Ask questions later, I need help!"

I lifted my hands revealing the gunshot wounds.

He gasped covering his mouth with his hands.

"I need to get to a hospital and get treated with out then finding out!"

I leaned my head against the dumpster.

Joseph knelt down beside me.

"Can I look?" He asked.

I moved my arm away, he lifted some of my suit up revealing the hole clearly. Sitting back down Joseph shook his head.

"We have to get you to a hospital fast!"

"But how?!" I moaned.

I staggered inside the emergency room.

I had changed out of my costume and was in my normal clothes.

Joe had gotten a taxi to take us. Now he was going to pretend to be a brother who found out and raced here the next mourning.

As I limped to the front desk my blood was running down my fingers dripping to the floor leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

The bleeding had slowed a bit but I had lost a lot already.

When I entered the nurse looked up. from her work. She gasped and ran down the hall.

By the time I had reached the desk, the nurse had come back leading a doctor and more nurses pushing a stretcher.

Knowing I was going to be okay. I finally collapsed.

Half awake I felt them lift me on to the stretcher and race me to ward the exam room.

Then blackness came a swept me under.

I came to with a jolt. I was in a operating room.

I could see I was hooked of to monitors and IVs.

I struggled trying to sit up.

I had been strapped to the operating table around my waist and arms.

Though I could easily break the straps, I was to weak to try.

A doctor turned around and held me down reassuring me.

"Your going to be okay! We are just going to fix you up." I stoped struggling. He nodded toward a nurse.

I felt a prick as a needle pieced my skin but no pain as my shoulder hurt so bad.

An icy liquid ran up my fingers then I began the feel sleepy.

The edges of my vision seamed to close in.

"She stopped breathing! Get the respiratory aid over here!" A gargled voice said.

I felt something slide down my throat then darkness came and pulled me under.

Bam! Suddenly I was wide awake my spidey sense on nonstop. I struggled against the hands holding me down I tried to scream but it came out as a gargle from around the tube in my throat forcing air into my lungs.

"Get the sedative! Keep her down!"

Blurred voices and people rushed around me. Then blackness came and hit me like a wall again. The last thing I felt was my head hitting the table as I fell back.