CHAPTER 3
The stretcher was raced into the emergency room. There were doctors and nurses surrounding her stretcher as they raced it towards the OR. Helena's eyes fluttered open. The world was speeding past her. Extremely incoherent, Helena tilted her head to her left to see her left wrist handcuffed to the stretcher. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth. Her right shoulder felt like it was on fire, as she looked over at the blood soaked clothes covering her wound.
Helena struggled to stay conscious, but she knew she was fighting a loosing battle. The lights of the hospital speeding past her view just made her more incoherent and weary. Clips of past memories flashed through her mind. Some of faces of those she cared about including Jesse Reese, Danielle, and Barbara. Other clips were from what had happened to her to get her here. Those clips had a lot of blank spaces in which she could not comprehend. Finally, the fight to stay conscious was too much. She slipped back into unconscious.
* * * *
Danielle and Dinah cam running unto the platform, having been told by Barbara that there was an emergency. What the emergency was, neither of them were sure of. Alfred was standing behind Barbara, almost as if trying to show her support, which greatly concerned Dinah. "What's going on?" Dinah asked as they reached the platform.
"We've got a major problem. Helena has been caught."
"By…" Dinah asked.
"No, you're not saying…"
"The police have apprehended her," Barbara said, putting her glasses down onto the top of the desk.
"You're not serious, I hope," Dinah replied.
"I'm afraid it's even worse than that. She was shot."
That news startled both of the girls. "Oh my god," Danielle gasped. "Please don't tell me she's…"
"She's still alive. This happened about four hours ago. Before I informed the both of you, I wanted the full details of her condition. According to her medical records that I was able to hack into, she was shot in the right shoulder blade. The bullet has been removed, and she is in the recovery room right now. However, she is heavily guarded by police. There are even snipers ready to shoot anyone who tries to enter her room from the window. They are taking no chances."
"We've got to get her out of there!" Dinah pleaded.
"I know, but I'm out of ideas. I don't know what to do."
"Well I do!" Detective Reese stormed into the lair and marched up the ramp. "I'm going to get Helena out of the hospital." It was transparently clear that he was furious.
"I can't ask you to give up your job for this. If you do this, you will not only loose your job, but you will be in the same situation as Helena and Dinah. I can't ask you to do that."
"Screw the job; I'm getting her out of there. What room is she in?"
Barbara sighed, knowing that it was pointless to argue any further, turned to her computer and typed away to find an answer for Reese. "She is going to be moved to room 234 within the hour. How do you plan to get her out? She will not be able to walk on her own, and they will stop anyone who tries to carry out a half unconscious person.
"Do you still have the case of syringes full of the morphing formula?"
"I have it in a safe hiding place so no one can ever find it. What's the plan?"
"I am going to inject both her and the patient next to her with this stuff. They will switch forms, giving Helena some time to recover enough to make an escape herself."
"I don't know if there will be that much time, but this will give us time to find a way to get her out ourselves. Those syringes are yours."
* * * *
It was three in the morning when Reese arrived to the hospital. He showed his police badge to get in. He made his way to the second floor and followed the signs to Helena's room. Only police officers were allowed to visit at this hour, due to their special circumstances that she is incarcerated by the police. He found her room and there were two officers standing guard by the door.
"At ease boys. Just here to see the condition of the prisoner," Reese flashed his badge before the officers.
"Go ahead, detective."
Reese entered the room to see a shadow laying in bed, in the dark. All lights were off above the cots. Reese braced himself as he stepped towards Helena's bed and flipped the light switch. The light came on, and Reese stood there in confusion. In the bed was a dummy made to look like Helena. "What the hell?"
"I figured you would show," Commissioner O'Reiley stepped out from the shadow, sitting by the closet.
"What's the meaning of this? I want to see the Huntress!"
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Detective Reese. You are too close to her. You may try and help her escape, and that I will not allow."
"I am only here to see if she's okay, damn it! I have a right to see her!"
"Not this time, Detective. I am taking no chances whatsoever. She is being observed by doctors at a disclosed location. She is going to be fine."
"Damn it, what are you doing? This is not police protocol!"
"Calm down, detective. I did this for your own good. I don't want to lose my best detective, and I was afraid that you would do something rash, so I removed the temptation. Go home, and get some sleep, detective. If anything important happens, I will let you know."
* * * *
"I must protest to this! This is beyond comprehension!" The doctor protested. Several officers pushed Helena's stretcher, one rolled the heart monitor next to the stretcher and one rolled the IV that was pumping blood into Helena on the other side of the stretcher. "She needs at least three days to recover! You can't just roll her off to prison the night she has been shot and through a major surgery! This can kill her!"
Helena's eyes groggily opened. Her right arm was in a sling. Her shoulder was causing her great pain. Extremely disoriented, she barley comprehended the conversation between the doctor and whoever was pushing her. "We're just following orders, doctor. This woman is very dangerous and deceiving. This is a precaution so she can not escape."
"You had her handcuffed to the stretcher for god sakes, how dangerous could she be?"
"We have you here to observe her and give her the medicine she needs to recover. That's all you need to know at this point."
A security officer opened up the electrified metal gate to allow the officers and the doctor to go through. In the center of the room was a large sized octagon shaped plastic cell. It was twice times the size of Harley Quinn's to allow the stretcher to fit inside. One officer used a remote to open the plastic cell door. The officers rolled Helena inside, along with the IV and her heart monitor. "First thing tomorrow morning, you will be allowed in here to see how she is doing." One of the officers said as they began to file out of the cell. One of the officers took the cuffs off of Helena and brought them out with him.
As soon as all the officers were out, the cell door was closed and the lights were dimmed to allow Helena to sleep. Helena again, nodded off, too weak to remain conscious any longer.
The stretcher was raced into the emergency room. There were doctors and nurses surrounding her stretcher as they raced it towards the OR. Helena's eyes fluttered open. The world was speeding past her. Extremely incoherent, Helena tilted her head to her left to see her left wrist handcuffed to the stretcher. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth. Her right shoulder felt like it was on fire, as she looked over at the blood soaked clothes covering her wound.
Helena struggled to stay conscious, but she knew she was fighting a loosing battle. The lights of the hospital speeding past her view just made her more incoherent and weary. Clips of past memories flashed through her mind. Some of faces of those she cared about including Jesse Reese, Danielle, and Barbara. Other clips were from what had happened to her to get her here. Those clips had a lot of blank spaces in which she could not comprehend. Finally, the fight to stay conscious was too much. She slipped back into unconscious.
* * * *
Danielle and Dinah cam running unto the platform, having been told by Barbara that there was an emergency. What the emergency was, neither of them were sure of. Alfred was standing behind Barbara, almost as if trying to show her support, which greatly concerned Dinah. "What's going on?" Dinah asked as they reached the platform.
"We've got a major problem. Helena has been caught."
"By…" Dinah asked.
"No, you're not saying…"
"The police have apprehended her," Barbara said, putting her glasses down onto the top of the desk.
"You're not serious, I hope," Dinah replied.
"I'm afraid it's even worse than that. She was shot."
That news startled both of the girls. "Oh my god," Danielle gasped. "Please don't tell me she's…"
"She's still alive. This happened about four hours ago. Before I informed the both of you, I wanted the full details of her condition. According to her medical records that I was able to hack into, she was shot in the right shoulder blade. The bullet has been removed, and she is in the recovery room right now. However, she is heavily guarded by police. There are even snipers ready to shoot anyone who tries to enter her room from the window. They are taking no chances."
"We've got to get her out of there!" Dinah pleaded.
"I know, but I'm out of ideas. I don't know what to do."
"Well I do!" Detective Reese stormed into the lair and marched up the ramp. "I'm going to get Helena out of the hospital." It was transparently clear that he was furious.
"I can't ask you to give up your job for this. If you do this, you will not only loose your job, but you will be in the same situation as Helena and Dinah. I can't ask you to do that."
"Screw the job; I'm getting her out of there. What room is she in?"
Barbara sighed, knowing that it was pointless to argue any further, turned to her computer and typed away to find an answer for Reese. "She is going to be moved to room 234 within the hour. How do you plan to get her out? She will not be able to walk on her own, and they will stop anyone who tries to carry out a half unconscious person.
"Do you still have the case of syringes full of the morphing formula?"
"I have it in a safe hiding place so no one can ever find it. What's the plan?"
"I am going to inject both her and the patient next to her with this stuff. They will switch forms, giving Helena some time to recover enough to make an escape herself."
"I don't know if there will be that much time, but this will give us time to find a way to get her out ourselves. Those syringes are yours."
* * * *
It was three in the morning when Reese arrived to the hospital. He showed his police badge to get in. He made his way to the second floor and followed the signs to Helena's room. Only police officers were allowed to visit at this hour, due to their special circumstances that she is incarcerated by the police. He found her room and there were two officers standing guard by the door.
"At ease boys. Just here to see the condition of the prisoner," Reese flashed his badge before the officers.
"Go ahead, detective."
Reese entered the room to see a shadow laying in bed, in the dark. All lights were off above the cots. Reese braced himself as he stepped towards Helena's bed and flipped the light switch. The light came on, and Reese stood there in confusion. In the bed was a dummy made to look like Helena. "What the hell?"
"I figured you would show," Commissioner O'Reiley stepped out from the shadow, sitting by the closet.
"What's the meaning of this? I want to see the Huntress!"
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Detective Reese. You are too close to her. You may try and help her escape, and that I will not allow."
"I am only here to see if she's okay, damn it! I have a right to see her!"
"Not this time, Detective. I am taking no chances whatsoever. She is being observed by doctors at a disclosed location. She is going to be fine."
"Damn it, what are you doing? This is not police protocol!"
"Calm down, detective. I did this for your own good. I don't want to lose my best detective, and I was afraid that you would do something rash, so I removed the temptation. Go home, and get some sleep, detective. If anything important happens, I will let you know."
* * * *
"I must protest to this! This is beyond comprehension!" The doctor protested. Several officers pushed Helena's stretcher, one rolled the heart monitor next to the stretcher and one rolled the IV that was pumping blood into Helena on the other side of the stretcher. "She needs at least three days to recover! You can't just roll her off to prison the night she has been shot and through a major surgery! This can kill her!"
Helena's eyes groggily opened. Her right arm was in a sling. Her shoulder was causing her great pain. Extremely disoriented, she barley comprehended the conversation between the doctor and whoever was pushing her. "We're just following orders, doctor. This woman is very dangerous and deceiving. This is a precaution so she can not escape."
"You had her handcuffed to the stretcher for god sakes, how dangerous could she be?"
"We have you here to observe her and give her the medicine she needs to recover. That's all you need to know at this point."
A security officer opened up the electrified metal gate to allow the officers and the doctor to go through. In the center of the room was a large sized octagon shaped plastic cell. It was twice times the size of Harley Quinn's to allow the stretcher to fit inside. One officer used a remote to open the plastic cell door. The officers rolled Helena inside, along with the IV and her heart monitor. "First thing tomorrow morning, you will be allowed in here to see how she is doing." One of the officers said as they began to file out of the cell. One of the officers took the cuffs off of Helena and brought them out with him.
As soon as all the officers were out, the cell door was closed and the lights were dimmed to allow Helena to sleep. Helena again, nodded off, too weak to remain conscious any longer.
