[A/N: I do hope you all enjoy this chap., not my best but I hope you like as said~~reviews are most welcomed :D *]
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`I ducked behind the driver seat then, hanging onto the driver seat, screaming at the top of my lungs as I felt the van going faster than before and then my ears were flooded with the sound of loud metallic screeching, and the tears were warm against my skin as they ran down my face in a stream. My screams were starting to stutter in hiccups as I re-opened my eye lids. I could feel us, well...the van tilting on the side, only on two wheels. My body slid down the van as I tried to hold onto the driver seat in fear. Then the van titled back down on all four as it drive on at rapid speed. Manic laughter that echoed flooded my ears now, the sound nearly making me deaf. I wiped the tears off my face with one of my coat sleeves, making the tears stained slightly as I moved around the driver's seat, looking out the front windshield but then the van started to skid, I didn't even have time to look to see the Joker as I slid forward quickly and harshly, my face connecting with the dash board like thing and I slumped to the van floor once again unconscious.
The next thing I heard was police sirens. This was odd...the van wasn't moving anymore. Everything was still and nearly calm. I could hear the soft thud of something splattering onto the floor then, my eye-lids fluttered open then and took one long blink before staying open. My head hurt and it was throbbing with a loud banging noise. I flipped over quickly, groaning in pain as I laid on my back, turning my head to the left to look past the driver seat at the door that was now being open. That's when I saw Gordon there looking as if he had just ran in marathon or something, then his face seemed to pale slightly as he saw me. He had worried written all over his face, he quickly turned to look at some other people, probably cops that worked for him
"It's Jessica Hilton!" He yelled "I found her!" Then he looked back at me, getting into the van, not caring at the ambulance was here now, had they known someone was hurt? I could hear the ambulance sirens and police sirens blending together now slightly. Gordon truly did not seem to care, as he then reached over, picking me up gently in his arms "It's okay. It's okay. You're safe now, Jess. You're safe."Safe. Was I really safe now? I don't think I'll ever have that feeling again...did I ever? He whispered these words of affection to me in comfort, as he he could see my cringe of pain on my face as he picked me up, twisting around with me still in his arms and stepped out of the van. He carried me over quickly to one of the Ers from the ambulance, handing me over and then I was carried up into the back of the ambulance. Laid down on the stretcher there, I could still hear Gordon still talking "Make sure she's in her own room, I don't want anyone bothering her, and make sure the doctors and nurses do their job then scat out! This is Jessica Hilton, let them know Gordon's on his way to the hospital asap!" Then he was gone and I saw through my now blurred vision the ambulance doors shutting. I hadn't took any time to see what was outside as I was being carried, I was too tired. But I knew my nose was bleeding, the blood dripping down my lips now, down my chin and onto my jacket, staining.
I felt my head droop to the side then and I was out like a light just as before when I hit my head on the dashboard or whatever. The next thing I knew I heard beeping noises and my eye lids flickered open, my brown eyes darkening and my vision was perfect now. Hospital...I was at the hospital, right? Yeah. My head no longer hurt and my right hand was numb, I tilted my head to the side as I look at my hand there. There was an IV needle in it and it was taped down securely. I also saw a heart machine near by with a breathing machine. I moved back head back up right then on a nice comfy pillow that I just took notice of. My nose twitched and I cringed as I felt something in my nose, my eye-lids drooped as I looked down. They had that breathing thing in there, I had seen it many times before when my mom brought me here...when she was alive. We came here a lot then for some reason. She always had bruises. So did I.
My teeth were chattering now so I had to clench them together before parting them, the chattering stopped and I licked my lips once before growling slightly as I sat up in the bed, my back and head off the big fluffy pillow. The stupid IV needle was starting to bother me now, I wanted to rip it out. I didn't care if it would hurt. I just wanted the blasted thing out of me and more than a hundred feet away from me. I. Did. Not. Like. Needles.
Out of the room's window thing over there I could see doctors and nurses, and some orderlies talking and walking everywhere. Buzzing about like insects. So-called civilized people. I saw a frilly little nurse walk into the room then, the door shutting close behind her and she had a clipboard in hand. She was blond. What a surprise. Well...I was blond to but dirty blond...she was like, frilly and girly stupid blond, no offense.
"Hi there. My name's Becka and you're..." She looked down at the clipboard and looked back up then at me with a gentle girly smile "Jessica Hilton." Really. I hadn't noticed.
I decided to amuse myself then "Hi." I grinned all friendly and innocently, adding a blush. My hair was still in a pony-tail.
She walked over to me then, brushing a loose lock of my hair behind my left ear. I had to resist the urge to twitch then, I didn't like it when people touched me. Like back when I was being carried from that blasted van, I would have clawed their eyes out if I had been coherent. Well...maybe not Gordon. I kinda liked Gordon to be honest. He was nice. One of the few.
"Are you alright?" She asked me in a gentle tone of concern
I nodded once
"Okay. I'm going to check your IV status and blood pressure then leave you so you can have some sleep, 'kay?" Becka did just like she said she would and left, I sighed in relief then took off the tape over my right hand off slowly and then slid the needle out, cringing and my nose twitched as I saw blood dripping out of the small stab hole there, I put the needle over on a table at the side and then looked around for some cotton or something, bandages. Blood was still dripping, and I grabbed a lone bandage over where the needle was, dabbing at the blood and then holding it down to stop the bleeding. I felt dizzy but I didn't care. After the bleeding stopped but a bruise formed I flipped the blanket covers back and slid off the hospital bed.
Apparently they had switched me out into a hospital night gown now, which made me feel uncomfortable now for some reason, I walked over to where a blue hospital robe hung and yanked it off, sliding it on and tying the blue belt that was looped around it. I held the bandage still on my hand though, the bruise turning from blue to purple and green. Ew. I went over by the door, looking out the window, making sure no one was paying attention right now. I had to time it perfect. I wasn't staying here. I couldn't.
I slowly opened up the door and stepped out out, turning left and running down the abandoned hallway barefoot and turned a corner just as I could see Gordon walking over to my hospital room, which was now empty of course. I pressed the down elevator door, waiting impatiently as the elevator started to move down each floor slowly. I looked down the hallway only to see Gordon running out of my hospital room yelling "Where is she? Where's Jessica Hilton?" He was asking that blond nurse and a doctor. Forget the elevator. I dashed down the other hallway to the stairwell, opening the door that said fire escape and going through it to the stairs and the door slammed shut behind me with a loud bang. I ran quickly down the first flight of stairs breathing harshly and coughing a few times, nearly tripping on the stairs a few times as I got the bottom floor finally. I could hear the same door slamming shut up at the floor stairs up there where I once was. They knew.
I ran out the other fire escape door that led outside of the hospital and then down the short set of steps there, my hands sliding down the metal railings and then I ran across the back parking lot, not caring my feet were hurting due to the rough gravel that scraped at them. I was in a panic now. It was still raining and thundering then. I ran down a sidewalk, heading across another parking lot away from the hospital. I didn't even seem to notice the empty police cars near by as I ran full speed. Heading out into the darkness barefoot and soaking wet with the rain flooding down on Gotham City. I just kept running.
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