AN: So I changed this story to M because of well...the dark themes of this little story thing. Let me know if you want a lighter chapter after this or the next part. I think theres gonna be like one or two more chapter of this story.

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Taking in the room in front of her, she wasn't sure whether she was going to puke or scream. Unable to move or turn away, she could only stare, wide-eyed, as the churning horror built inside her stomach. It was Wally, sort of. She almost didn't recognize him. His face was the sick grey of a corpse and was frozen in a wild twist of pain and fear. One of his arms was bent at a bewildering angle. For the first time in his life he was completely still. No fidgeting, no breathing, nothing.

Numb, she took a hesitant step forward and her bare foot landed in something cold and wet. She looked down and saw her reflection in a pool of slick, bright red liquid. There it was again, all that red. Wally was covered in it. The red was matted in his hair, was coming out of what looked like a wound above his eyebrow, nearly covered that half of his face, and made a trail from his mouth down to his jaw. His shirt was soaked through with it. It was all over the room and all over him, and even seemed- it seemed to be coming out… of… him.

Her brain finally caught up with her and told her what she had not wanted to believe.

Blood.

It was blood that was covering him. Blood was coming from the gash on his head. Blood was all over the living room and hallway and bathroom. There was just so much blood.

Too much blood.

She let out a strangled gasp and was by his side in a second. She pressed her fingers against the side of his neck and checked for a pulse. There wasn't any, at least none she could find. Something jerked sickenly in the pit of her stomach. She let out a half-choked sob before letting her training take over. She started performing CPR. Chest compressions to manually circulate blood. One, two. While she worked she assessed the depth of the visible injuries and considered whether she could rig up a defibrillator quickly enough to restart his heart. She knew if he could just get a heartbeat going he'd begin to heal quickly, just as he always did. Why had she forgotten her cell phone at home today of all days?

"Come on, Wally!" she was panicked now and pushing down on his chest as hard as she could. Her mind was betraying her. Usually she could put herself in autopilot at times like this, but not now. Not with that twisting churning ache in her abdomen. Not with the sights and smells of death pressing in on her. It was suffocating. She was quite certain her lungs and even her own heart were broken, because nobody's pulse or breaths should be so loud. They were echoing off the tile. She forced herself into autopilot again.

Between chest compressions she worked. Press. Open the cabinet. Press. Take out the hairdryer. Press. Break the hairdryer open. Press. Twist the wires in the circuits. Press. Tear the cord in half. Press. Arrange the twisted wires on his chest, one coil of wire on each side of his heart. Press. Time to plug it in. She took a deep breath and wondered for a moment whether she ought to be praying or something.

No time. She plugged it in and briefly touched the two halves of the cord together.

Zap.

His body twitched. She checked for a pulse. No good. Again.

Zap. Twitch. Zap. Twitch.

She pressed her fingers against his chest and held her breath. Yes. YES. Movement, faint but discernable. He had a pulse. She exhaled in a relief as big as the ocean. His heart was beating. He was going to be ok.

She un-tucked her shirt from her skirt and lifted it over her head. Then she ripped the fabric into strips. She tore off his shirt- no bloody wounds there, thankfully- and started wrapping the gash in his head before moving to the ones on his arms, wincing in spite of herself at the bruises all over his chest and his obviously broken arm. She wrapped two toothbrushes against his arm to serve as a makeshift splint.

When she had finished taking care of his visible injuries she did her best to pull him upright. If it wasn't for her adrenaline she doubted she would have been able to lift him at all. But something wasn't right. It shouldn't be this difficult. A feeling of dread began to stir in the bottom of her stomach. She looked down and nearly dropped Wally from his leaning position against her side.

His legs. His legs were broken. Both of them. Rudolf broke Wally's legs. How was that even possible? The beginnings of tears blurred Babs' vision as she pulled Wally up over her shoulders into a fireman's carry. She took the stairs slowly, step by step, wobbling a bit. Her lower back hurt and seemed to be cramping up. He was heavy.

She finally reached the front hallway, snatched the keys to the West family Subaru off the table, and lugged Wally out the door. Leaving the front door wide open she carried him to the car. Opening the car door was a struggle. Once she got it open she laid Wally out across the back seat and made sure he was stable before closing the door and getting into the driver's side. She turned the key in the ignition after missing it a couple times- her hands were shaking badly- and ripped out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.

Not caring about paltry concerns like speed limits or traffic laws, Babs sped through the suburbs of Central City, vaguely aware of cars pulling to the side to let her pass. Looking back on it later she thought it quite remarkable that nobody was killed. She only had one thing on her mind: getting Wally to the Zeta Tube as soon as possible, preferably alive. Other considerations could wait.

How she got him out of the car and into the Zeta Tube she would never know. When she saw the familiar Zeta entrance area of the cave she collapsed and started screaming hysterically.

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP! HEEELLPPP!" she screamed again and again. By the time Batman and Black Canary came running and took command of the situation, she was numb. The medical team pulled Wally out of her arms and strapped him to a stretcher, plunging IVs into his arms and checking his vitals. Batman briefly acknowledged her, giving her a pair of dark sunglasses then left. Black Canary and Batman were some distance away with a communicator, talking fast. Nobody paid her any mind. She stood and followed the stretcher like a ghost.

Her heart was empty. When the stretcher disappeared behind the doors of the operating room she didn't know what to do. Wally was in good hands now. She supposed she should sit down and wait for him to come out.

Wally had almost died. It had finally hit her. She had almost lost him. The thought crushed the breath out of her. She had almost lost her best friend in the world. She staggered sideways and leaned against the wallpaper next to the operating room door. Her body ached. She slid down the wall as with a sudden rush of breath she began to cry. Really cry. She ended up in a heap on the floor outside medical bay, crying like there was no tomorrow.

And that's how the team found her nearly an hour later when they had returned from their mission: hair and clothes torn, fetal position, covered in blood. They passed her while exchanging their usual weary, good-natured banter on their way back from the zeta tubes. She must have been a sight.

"Batgirl!" M'gann exclaimed.

"Batgirl, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Is that blood?"

"Oh my god!"

She heard them all on some level, but they sounded like they were miles away. Unable to bring herself to understand and respond, she chose to cover her ears and shake her head.

"Team!" she heard Bruce's voice as if she were underwater. She vaguely heard him telling what had happen, and then the awful silence that followed. She vaguely heard Artemis' sobs and M'gann's screams. Oh, the horror. Everything sounded distorted. A tear slid down her cheek when he mentioned Wally's broken legs. Bruce did not fail to notice.

"You should change," he said gently. She shook her head.

"I'm not leaving- I can't- not until he gets out," she said.

"You know that he might not wake up for days, weeks even. You need to go change," he persisted and tossed a duffle bag into her lap.

She sighed. He was right, of course. She stood unsteadily, leaning against the wall. Once she was steady on her feet she was off to the bathroom, leaving the awestruck team in her wake.

She shut the door firmly behind her and turned on the shower. She wanted Wally's blood off of her before she thought about anything else. She peeled off her tank top, which was sticking to her skin from the blood soaked through it, then awkwardly shimmied out of her skirt. She looked at her reflection and cringed. Blotchy skin, wild eyes, blood caked into her hair- Batgirl did not look her best after a hellish day like the one she had just survived. She sighed as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She slid off her panties as the steam started to fill the room.

She was about to get in the shower when she noticed something. How in the hell had the blood soaked through all the way to her panties? She looked at it closer and realized it was her blood. Was she getting her period? While pregnant? What the hell?

Suddenly she understood the pain that had been concentrated in her abdomen all day. She gasped and her hand flew to her stomach.

"No," she said aloud, as if that would help. "No. No, little one. Please no. I want to keep you. Please stay with me."

Another cramp made her double over in pain. She grabbed the counter for support and looked with loathing at her reflection. First she had messed up with her father, then she went out drinking and got herself raped, then through her inaction she nearly let Wally get killed, and now apparently she had even screwed up motherhood. She was so pathetic her own baby would rather die than be with her.

"Please don't go," she pleaded as the mirror fogged up and the merciless pains in her stomach began to come closer together. "Please don't go."

AN: What is this happiness you speak of and how does it work? Please review and tell me if you want the next part or a lighter chapter to break up the little agnst party i have going on!