Chapter 15

A/N: Here's the next chapter. Hope you guys think it's good. I'm typing one of the other chapters now so it should be updated next week. Anyway, here's the story:

Nikki groaned and cracked her eyes open. The lights in the room were dimmed so she could open her eyes a bit without getting a massive headache.

There was an awful taste in her mouth and she tried to rid it through swallowing. It didn't work and she found herself wishing that she had a breath mint.

She began to prop her herself up on her elbows when she felt two hands on her shoulders, keeping her firmly lid on . . . whatever she was currently lying down on. Panic over whelmed her and she struggled weakly but the hands stayed firmly on her shoulders.

"Calm down, stun guns with holy water still leave half demons with aftereffects," a voice said from up above her and she looked up.

"What time is it?" she asked thickly. She was so tired.

"It's around 4, why?" the figure asked and Nikki sighed in relief. If it was anywhere near 6:30, she was screwed. That's when Raven usually woke them up for school.

"Where am I?" she asked, most of the slur leaving her voice as the aftereffects wore off rapidly.

"My place. I wasn't about to leave you in the alley, even if I stayed there. You may think I'm an asshole but I'm not like it all the time. So . . . I hope that you'll accept my apology for the way I acted earlier," he sounded slightly embarrassed, but when he said this, Nikki realized who it was.

"Of course I think you're an asshole. It was your fault I was in that alley in the first place," Nikki snarled and sat up, glaring at him. She could only keep it up for a moment before she let out a pained whimper and cracked her eyes open. She allowed him to lower her back in the bad as the throbbing grew worse. "It hurts," she whimpered.

"I know," Parker said.

Nikki's eyes were closed so she couldn't see the concerned look that Parker was giving her.

Why is it still hurting her? The aftereffects should have worn off by now. Why isn't it wearing off? He asked himself, worry darkening his eyes.

"How's your–" he stopped when he saw her wince. Now even talking to her was hurting her. She needs help . . . fast. "I'm sorry Nikki," he whispered as he gathered his thoughts and felt the wind caress his splayed fingers gently.

"Parker?" she asked softly, her voice sounding weak and vulnerable, nothing like it had been on their earlier meeting. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you," he said, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see her face, he held his breath as a gust of wind with enough chlorine in it to leave a person unconscious for several hours blew over her face.

Within moments, her breathing had calmed and evened out. Only then did Parker let his breath out. He had done this before to rid people of pain, but only when he knew how severe it was, or what they were suffering from. Now he had to solve the problem of transportation.

He obviously couldn't take his bike, there was no way of keeping her on it while driving. And he didn't know how weird it would look, him going into the hospital after flying through the air. Scratch that, he didn't want to know. But then again, right now he didn't care about any of that, he needed to get her to the hospital right away . . . and now he was babbling.

Picking her up, he began to walk towards the window when he got his first bit of luck in a long time. Someone had left their car running just outside his apartment.

Knowing that what he was about to do wrong, he felt his body lift and float to the ground, then he started running towards the car the moment his feet hit the ground.

He reached it in record time and opened the back door with one hand. He gently lay Nikki's still form in the seat and shut the door, not caring who heard.

"Hey!" a voice shouted and Parker turned to see a middle-aged man running towards the car. "Get away from my car you hooligan!"

Parker knew that he couldn't stay around, this guy already knew what he looked like, and by the looks of it, Nikki was getting worse. By now she'd started to sweat and twitch, not to mention she was growing paler by the second.

He was already in the front seat and putting her in gear when the man started at run in an unsteady pace.

The car owner let out an angry cry and lunged for the car but the teenage driver was too quick and swerved without coming close to him.

Parker still, however, hit the steering wheel and swore breathlessly. He had screwed up big time, and the police were going to find him. The guy had ample time to see his face. He was so going to get caught. But he couldn't think about that now, he needed to get to the nearest hospital.

Glancing at the speedometer, he realized that he was pushing 90km already, but he couldn't slow down, instead he pressed his foot down harder and pulled onto the deserted street.

Thankfully he saw no other vehicles, or police and he pulled into the parking lot in one piece, which was amazing judging by some of the speeds that he'd been driving.

Now he could be a bit safer and look after that guy's car, make sure he got it back without much real damage. Thinking this, he carefully pulled into a free space and turned off the car, leaving the keys in the cupholder.

Taking Nikki out of the back seat, he walked into the hospital, sweating nervously.

"Yes," the young girl at the front desk said, then she looked up.

"Um . . . she needs help now," Parker said and the girl nodded then went into the office behind the desk as if to call someone.

Moments later, several paramedics ran over with a stretcher. One of them took the sleeping girl from his arms and put on it, strapping her down as she began to convulse slightly.

"The waiting room is over there, you can wait for her there," the nurse said quietly and pointed.

Parker nodded and walked over. He slumped into one of the plastic chairs and rested his head in his hands. He was glad that they hadn't asked what happened, but now he didn't know what was going on with Nikki. But she was in better care now then she was with him. Maybe he should just leave.

That's when the doors opened to revel two thug-like guys. He wasn't really worried about them, until they parted to show another figure behind them.

"Shit," was all he could say as he looked at the unforgiving face of . . .

A/N: hope you liked it, I'm not sure what chapter I'm going to put next. It's either the next part of this one, one with Summer or one with Cyborg. Vote for the one you want to see next in your reviews. R&R.