Chapter Twelve: Difficulty

Zing!

My spidey sense went off!

My mind came to life, I surged up ward from the blackness. Hitting the surface my senses buzzed.

Opening my eyes to see a nurse by my bedside holding a needle just above my skin.

Not thinking straight I jumped on to the wall before the needle touched my arm.

She looked up at me sticking to the wall her mouth opened in a silent scream then fainted with a sigh.

As I had jumped though, I had pulled myself from medical equipment. I knew what happened when you did that.

I waited.

Yep! The alarms blared, telling the staff something was wrong in my room.

I quietly landed back on the bed and made it look like I had rolled of the bed. And just in time nearby medical staff swarmed the small room.

The nurse stirred but did not wake up.

Last night was a bit fuzzy but things were coming back to me.

The shot, Joe finding out, and waking up in the operating room.

I let the staff help me back into bed and get me hooked up to the IVs and monitors again, though I was not very pleased about that.

Ugh!

Did I mention that I hate medical equipment.

Sigh.

The nurse was awake again and they were questioning her as to what happened.

"I was just about to take more of her blood as ordered when she came to and jumped up onto the wall sticking to it!"

"You must have hit your head hard Mal!"

"Get some rest we will look after the girl."

They helped her out of the room and left me alone.

I sighed.

My shoulder and chest still hurt like crazy but I was feeling better. They had fixed up my wounds and given me some more blood.

"Wait! They must have tested my blood to see what type I was and noticed something different about my blood. Why else would the nurse be ordered to collect more!" I thought aloud.

What I mess I was in. Looking around the room for escape routes. The window was a option, I settled on that unless. I found better way.

I fell back on the bed and checked my wrists to see if my body had produced webbing.

A strand shot out and landed in my other hand. Good if my webbing was still working then I had a chance.

I heard foot steps coming down the hall, that was fast. I hid the webbing just as they entered the room.

I hoped and prayed they would and had not noticed my wrists. My web glands were noticeable. That's why I wore my web shooters, the exterior looked like smart watches. They were popular at school so I did not draw attention.

They entered the room, three men and a woman. Two of the men were security, the other a suit and the woman a doctor.

The woman and man pulled up chairs.

And the award for the best acting go to a teenage superhero trying to desperately hold on to her secret identity. I played the run away card. One of the story's I had prepared for problems like this.

"Who am I? I'm just a run away from a small town. I couldn't stand my foster parents." I lied.

The man leaned forward," how did you get shot?"

"I found a job as a bar waitress, and this crazy guy came in yelling something about how mad he was at Web-Girl I tried to get him out of the bar but he shot me after that it I can't remember much." The man wrote this down.

"Can you give a description?" He questioned. I shook my head.

He sighed and looked down at his notes. The woman spoke," Well be right back maybe five minutes."

They stood and left the room. I smiled now was my chance.

I carefully began to pluck myself free from the wired prison. Then I secured the hospital gown and bed blanket around myself. Crossing the room I opened the window I heard footsteps they were coming back!

I quickly jumped out the window and climbed up the wall to the roof. The sirens and horns blared. A voice came over the intercom. I began to run across the hospital roof. Pain flared through my body but I kept going.

"We have a code yellow code yellow female patient missing."

I jumped down into the ally below.

The ally's were quicker and less populated way for me to get around.

I swung my way home going at lot slower this time as it took a lot out of me.

When I got there I opened the door and walked in barely managing to make it to the couch before I collapsed. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me away.

I came to more slowly this time. First came the throbbing pain in my shoulder and chest. I groaned.

"Your awake! Oh Samantha you had me so worried!" A voice exclaimed.

I shot up, wincing as pain flared through me.

Joseph stood beside my couch looking both concerned and relieved. I moaned again. Concern took over and his gentle hands found my shoulders and carefully pushed me back down.

I relaxed sinking into the pillow.

"Now Samantha Sanders you stay down. Don't even think about getting up for Pete's sake you just got SHOT!" He reprimanded me.

I smiled enjoying his concern.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

Using my good hand I pulled up my covers before realizing I was no longer had the thin hospital blanket covering me but my favourite quit that me Savta made me.

As the realization hit me I sat up again only to be shoved back down.

"Wait what did you do when I was unconscious?!"

"What part of you should be lying down because you just got SHOT did you not understand!"

I glared at him. Before resigning myself to my fate.

He blushed when he realized what I had just asked.

"Over an hour I was waiting for you in the living room when you walked in and collapsed on the couch. You had me so worried you know! Anyway I lifted you onto the couch and grabbed your favourite blanket."

I blushed thinking about he was seeing me like this.

We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, I broke the silence.

"Do I smell smoke?"

Joseph paled and dashed down the hall. I was left alone to giggle wincing when it hurt.