Here is the next chapter, written by me. Sorry it took a couple days. Enjoy!
For the next hour, I tried to think of a way to fight Ivy while hiding it from Bruce. Everything I thought of was impossible. Plus my arm hurt so badly! The bandage I made from my torn up school uniform wasn't going to last much longer, but I didn't want to come out of my room in case someone walked by and saw it. But when I looked at it and saw that it had started bleeding again, I knew I had no choice.
I pulled my sleeve on my T-shirt down as far as possible and silently opened the door. I didn't see anybody coming down the hall, so I stepped out and ran around the corner to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it, falling back against it and sliding to the floor, relieved that the Great Detective hadn't come knocking already. I opened up the cabinet underneath the sink and found what I was looking for: the first-aid kit. I opened it and found bandages and my least favorite thing: rubbing alcohol. I absolutely hated the stuff! It always hurt so badly when you put it on a cut! But I knew I had to put it on my arm, otherwise it might not heal if it was infected. I unwrapped the cloth from the cut, then clenched my teeth and poured it on.
It took everything I had not to scream. I accidently let out a yell at first, but then I covered my mouth with my hand so that it wouldn't happen again. I waited for what felt like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes. The stinging slowly started to subside, and the cut felt like it was numb. I wiped it with a damp towel, then got out the bandages. But before I could wrap it, I heard footsteps down the hallway and sure enough, there was a rough knock on the door I was leaning on.
"Aysel, are you okay?"
It was Tim.
"I'm fine. Go away!"
"Hey, don't be mad at me. I'm not the one who put you on R and R." He said.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I heard you scream."
"That was nothing," I said, grabbing my arm. It had started to hurt again. "I… I saw a spider." Tim laughed.
"A spider?" He repeated.
"Yeah. So what?" Tim laughed some more.
"Didn't think big tough Blue Jay would be afraid of a little spider." He retorted.
"I wasn't afraid of it! It just startled me, that's all."
"Yeah, right." He said. I rolled my eyes. Will he just go away already? Just then, the alcohol that I had put on the counter fell off and clattered on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere.
"What was that?" Tim asked, jiggling the door handle. "Hey, why'd you lock it?"
"To keep perverts like you from opening the door!" I snapped.
"Hey!" Tim said. "I'm not-"
"Shut up and go away!" I said.
I could almost see him cross his arms. "Fine!" He yelled.
With that, I heard his footsteps recede. Finally! I thought. I stood and bandaged my arm, then got a towel and cleaned up the alcohol. When I opened the door, there was no one in sight, so I ran back to my room.
Then I tried once again to devise a plan to escape and stop Poison Ivy, without much success.