Helena picked up a wooden chair and threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces. She spun around and slammed her fist through the already holy drywall. Her eyes changed back to normal when she made contact with the wall, causing her to cry out in pain. She pulled it back to reveal a bloody, broken hand. She cradled the hand and slid to the floor, crying. She curled up into a ball, fighting the pain in her head and crying from the pain in her hand.

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Barbara was enjoying her new home. She invited Alfred to stay with her, since no one was at the manor anymore. After some arguing, Alfred agreed and took the back bedroom. Even with Alfred there, something was still missing. And after two days in the Clocktower, Barbara decided it was time to give Helena a push, mainly resulting from her worry state. The only time Helena was showing up on surveillance was when she stole breakfast in the morning.

Barbara left the house early in the morning and arrived at the coffee shop an hour before Helena usually showed up. She checked out the shop and placed herself where she could watch the door and counter, but wouldn't be seen by Helena. She ordered some coffee and settled in for the wait.

Forty-five minutes and three cups of coffee later, Barbara was not disappointed. Helena walked in, her eyes were wild as she looked around. Barbara immediately noticed the t-shirt rapped around Helena's hand. It was red with blood, causing Barbara to catch her breath. Helena headed toward the bathroom and stayed in there for about ten minutes. When the waitress left with a tray of coffee's and rolls, Helena raced out of the bathroom grabbing a coffee and a bunch of rolls on her way. Barbara followed her out of the shop and watched her go into the alley.

Barbara slowly wheeled down the alley looking for Helena. She found her crouched on the other side of the dumpster, eating. Helena's hand lay cradled in her lap and she stuffed her mouth full.

She was skittish so Barbara approached her cautiously, "Helena."

Helena looked, about to run, when she recognized Barbara's voice, "Barbara?" Helena dropped the rest of a roll and slowly stuck her head out from behind the dumpster.

"Yes, Helena, it is me. Come out here."

Helena walked out cautiously. Barbara received her first close up look at Helena and her hand immediately flew to her mouth. Helena had tares in her clothes and her hair was a mess. She looked malnourished. Her eyes were wide with fear, and looked like she hadn't gotten any sleep. The shirt that covered her hand was caked with blood.

Barbara was unprepared for the sight, which stood before her. She held out her hand, begging Helena with her eyes to take it. After hesitating, Helena reached out her good hand and took Barbara's. Barbara guided Helena out of the alley and into the back of the hummer.

Barbara left one of the doors open so Helena wouldn't feel confined. She took out the emergency first aid kit, which was larger than most first aid kits. The blood on the shirt was so dry Barbara had to cut it off, and then wet the shirt to get the rest off. She held Helena's fragile hand in her's. It looked like Helena had broken some of her fingers. Without the use of an x-ray, Barbara slowly felt the fingers pushing things back into place as best she could. Helena had tears in her eyes, but didn't cry out. Barbara wiped the cuts with sterilized gauze and used an adhesive strip to close the cuts.

Barbara wrapped each of the fingers up in gaze, tightly so the fingers would stay in place. She then wraped them together and the rest of her hand. She placed an ace wrap around the gauze completing the makeshift cast.

Barbara took out a piece of paper and handed it to Helena, "This is directions and how you get into the new apartment. When you're ready, you will always have a place to stay."

Babs stroked Helena's cheek and she took off out the van. Helena, please come home soon. I am loosing you.