This is longer than previous chapters. I'm updating regularly because I just found this on my PC. among my realms of folders, and wanted to do something with it. I don't however intend to update this as often once this sectioned drabble and other oneshots I've found are finished.

Also if anyone notices words, sayings or spellings which aren't used in the USA it's because I'm from the UK and not really sure if some stuff is the same, but I'll do my best.

I don't own anything.

It felt like only a few seconds later that the black dissolved into a bright light behind her eyelids. Under her head she could feel a pillow and as the feeling returned to her limbs, she could feel them throbbing like she had just ran a marathon. Her head, oh hell, so this is what they mean by a splitting headache she thought.

Opening her mouth to stuck in a gasp in air she winced, mouth felt sore and dry. She waited a moment for the pain to subside in her limbs so she could sit up and have a drink. After a few moments of excruciating pain she realised that it wasn't going to go anytime soon. Cautious she lifted her head slightly. Then with her eyes still shut she lifted her neck a little. Her eyes flickered open, but she had to force them to stay open in the blinding light of the hospital.

At least she thought it was a hospital, it looked like a hospital room, white floor metal bed frame, pastel painted walls and a chair. There was a little TV in the corner, she couldn't see what was out of the window from her angle on the bed, but it looked dark. Then she noticed the windowsill, she was amazed she hadn't noticed it before, because on it was the only bright colour in the, room, red roses, a whole bouquet. She imminently felt much calmer, he must have been.

With that incentive Jinx pulled herself up to lean against the bedstead, searching for a drink. Noticing a full jug and glass set on the bedside table she made to make a drink with her left hand. Seeing her hand reaching she noticing the Iv in the back. Too thirsty to worry about it at that moment she poured herself a drink, restraining herself from gulping it down in one go, she sipped carefully. As she hydrated herself she took in the smaller details of the room, the pattern on the vase of flowers, the colour of the curtains, the readings on the monitors that following her every breath and the little digital clock beside the bed, it read;

4:48am Friday

Friday? When had she collapsed? Through the clearing fog of her mind she grasped the answer, Thursday about 4pm. Twelve hours wasn't to long, but it was enough to know what ever Psimon had done to her must have been serious enough to cause more than a straightforward faint.

Now reasonably assured that she wasn't in any immediate danger Jinx leaned back onto her pillow and waited for something to happen.

6am Friday

By all accounts Jinx was a reasonably patient person, compared to a certain idiots that was, but even the most patient person would tire of waiting at some point. Roe definitely felt that point had passed.

So lifting herself of the bed, pulling her IV bag along with her she made it as far as the door before she realised the degrading hospital gown she was sporting. That would not do, there was no way she was traipsing round some hospital practically bare to the world. There was nothing in the room, except the curtains of course but she was no Maria Von Trapp, furtively she stuck her head of the door on the empty corridor.

It was strange that she hadn't seen anyone or heard anyone for that matter, in the hour she'd waited it had occurred to her that something might be happening and if she hadn't felt like she had just been steamrollered then she probably would have done something before then. As she stepped along the corridor the only noise was the squeak of the of IV stand's wheels, with one hand she pushed it along and with the other she kept the back of her gown from flapping open.

The corridor had rooms leading of it, all were identical to her own room, except for the roses of course. Having a look through one of the windows she saw only a darkened car park below, boxed in with other faded buildings.

Towards the end of the corridor there was some rooms which weren't bedrooms, one looked like a medication room, another alcove held the nurses station, doctors office and a lockeroom. These rooms at least looked like they had on occasion been used, the medication room was fully stocked, the nurses station had a few computers, complete with a swanky screensaver of Rod of Asclepius floating around the screen and the doctors office had paperwork scattered on the desks. The lockeroom appeared to be the most used, with empty coffee mugs in the sink, a few shabby paperbacks on the coffee table and one wall of the room was made up of lockers, some with keys in them. Who could be so trusting? For the briefest of moments she wondered if there was any clothes in one, but she pulled herself out of that idea sharply, that would be some serious moral grey territory she'd be getting herself into and there was no way she was going there. Jinx only worked in black and white, everything else was just too complicated, she left stuff like that to Kid Flash. For that matter where was that speedster?

Anyway her clothes dilemma was solved by a plastic box labelled, lost and found, thrown under the coffee table. Jinx pulled it out using one hand as she wasn't sure her IV line went that far and lifted the lid. Having never been keen on wearing other people's old clothes, she put charity shop clothes through the wash twice before even thinking of wearing them, Jinx wasn't exactly delighted at the prospect of putting them on. But there was no way she could go any further dressed like this. Finding a loose grey shirt and to long jeans which didn't smell to much like the previous owner she pulled the jeans on shuddering at the foreign fabric next to her skin. With the IV it would be no mean feat to put the T-shirt on, so instead she simply pulled the IV off and sticking a band aid from the medical kit on.

Now fully dressed and feeling halfway to normal Jinx headed out of the swing doors to next room, a hallway which housed a elevator shaft, stairwell and door. From here she could hear noise, the lift to be more exact. Preparing herself for whatever fiend was about to spring from the elevator, she assumed a fighting stance on the balls of her feet.

What do you think? It is certainly OOC.

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