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I had been in bed for days. The doctor said my wounds had become infected, and I was under strict bed rest. So for the next week, I was expected to lay here and submit myself to endless tests and examinations. I, of course, wasn't planning on staying here long. But if I left, where would I go? every part of Gotham is either filled by maniacs, or claimed by criminals.

I laid in bed, all these thoughts filling my head. It was amazing how bored I had become. I was fiddling with my fingernails when I heard the door open. I turned my head to see who it was, praying it wasn't another doctor. it was just Selina. She walked up to the side of my bed, a pitiful look written on her face.

"How are you?" She asked, sitting in the chair next to my bed. "Ok." I said, obviously lying. She chuckled. "Trust me, I've been there." She said. I guess she had. I wondered how she was able to walk again. I heard she was paralyzed. "How did you find Jeremiah?" I questioned. I guess it was a random question to ask, but I wanted to know. "I went to this church, that was dedicated to him." She responded with a disgusted look. I don't know why I wanted to know. I guess in some way, I was grieving.

"Well anyway, I just wanted to check up on you. I remember when I was in that bed, I did some things I regret." She said. She waved and walked out. I didn't want her to leave. I felt so alone here. It was late though and she probably wanted some rest. I did too. I closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep.

"Ok... let's have some fun." He hissed. In an instant he rushed to the side of the table. "Now. Let's remove those old rags." He suggested. His slid the scalpel down my abdomen lightly enough to only cut through the fabric of my top. I gasped as he ripped my shirt off. "Now we can begin." He whispered. Begin what I thought to myself. But before I could process what was going on, I felt a cool sensation slide down my abdomen.

It took a few seconds, but eventually the pain registered. I let out a shrill scream of pain, as he continued cutting into my flesh. "Please, god stop!" I yelled. He held me down with one arm, to prevent me thrashing. "Calm down, Darling. We've only just begun."

"Wake up miss! Miss, wake up!" I felt gentle hands rock me back and forth and eventually my eyes opened. "It was just a dream." Then nurse assured me. Just a dream. Just a dream. This was the second nightmare I had like that. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. I didn't want to go through that again. That is some kind of torture. My own body making me relive those moments over and over again. For the rest of the night I sat up in my bed, trying to keep myself from falling asleep.

The next morning, more doctors came to see me. I was just existing. All I had were nightmares, and restless nights. Around noon, Jim walked in after all the nurses had run their tests. "How are you doing?" He asked. Why did everyone want to know? "Fine." I replied. I felt tears run down my face, so he could probably tell I wasn't fine. I didn't know why I was crying, but I had been doing a lot of that lately.

I curled up and faced away from him, the tears still falling. I didn't want to be interviewed right now. "I know how you're feeling right now." Jim said. "But I promise you, however dark and scary the world might seem right now..... there is light." He said. I didn't reply. My mind wandered back to Jerome, and the night he died. Jeremiah was feeling like I was now, and I tried to comfort him. Everything seemed so bad back then. Looking back now, it was actually as good as things were gonna get.

Jim sighed and walked away, as he gave up on interviewing me. He should've known I wasn't up for it yet. I wouldn't ever be. Thinking about revisiting those moments made my skin crawl. As I heard the door shut behind him, I knew this was my chance. Though I didn't know where I was gonna go, I figured Barbara might have an idea.

I slid out from under the sheets. I hadn't stood up in about a week, so I was a little wobbly at first, but it didn't take long for me to get my balance. They had my old clothes on a table near by, so I grabbed them and began changing. Although they were infected, my wounds didn't hurt too bad. They were a little sensitive, but they felt okay.

As I was changing I heard the door open. To make things worse, I was shirtless. Nonetheless, I quickly ducked down and crawled towards my bed. As heavy footsteps approached me, I knew I would be seen. I had to think fast. Quickly I rolled over until I was hidden under the bed. "Oh my god." The voice said. It was one of the nurses.

I held my breath. I knew if I was found they would put me in restraints, and I really didn't need that. As I laid there shirtless, and terrified, I heard her dial a number on a phone. "She's escaped!" She informed over the phone. Whoever was on the other end said something I couldn't make out. "Ok, ok. I'll tell them." She said in a distressed tone.

The footsteps scurried away. Slowly, I rose from behind the bed and continued putting on my clothes. Now, I really had to hurry. They'd be looking for me. I never thought I would be trying to escape the safest place in Gotham. I didn't really know why I was fleeing, or if I even should. But I was. And I was in too deep to change my mind.

As I approached the door, I checked to make sure no one was there. Once I was sure I wouldn't be seen, I snuck out of the medical wing and headed down through the hallway. If I remember correctly, this hallway led me right next to the exit.

I tried making a plan, as I approached the end of the hallway, but I knew I was just gonna be winging it. As I came into the opening, cops busied themselves all around me. I was shocked that I wasn't noticed by anyone. I was wearing pajama shorts and a teeshirt, which wasn't exactly stealthy, but it wasn't too different from what the other civilians were wearing. but as I looked around, I realized that was what the other civilians were wearing as well. I felt a sense of guilt wash over me. I was ungrateful for this place. I was trying to escape, when the civilians around me risked their lives to get here.

As bad as I felt, I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I had to get out. I silenced the thoughts racing in my mind, and headed for the door. I kept my fingers crossed I wouldn't be noticed, but to my dismay, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was, and was surprised to see Selina. "What are you doing?" She asked. Her voice didn't sound questioning, however. It sounded disappointed, as if she already knew. "I can't stay here." I responded. Every minute in this place made me feel like I was suffocating. Maybe I was crazy.

She gave me a small smile, but it looked like a pitiful one. "Relax kid, I understand. Like I told you earlier, Ive been there. If I could've been able to walk when I was hospitalized, I would've tried to escape countless times. You should go fast though, Jim is on his way." She urged. I nodded, and walked out of the door. I felt my eyes water, but held back the tears as I left the safety of haven.

Before me was nothing but a city in ruins. I looked down the street, and all I saw was the aftermath of Jeremiah. Maybe it was a good thing that Selina killed him. Maybe now Gotham could recover. That is, if Gotham ever did.

I knew the way back to the sirens club. It wasn't far, maybe a twenty minute walk. I remembered the path that Barbara's guards took me on, and began walking in that direction.

The way there was pretty safe, as a majority of it remained in the GCPD's territory, but I still had to worry about lurkers, and dark zone defiants. In the days that I had been in the GCPD, I had Selina tell me all about Gotham, and what it was now. She had informed me on all the gangs, and all the different territories, so I knew my way a little better now.

After walking for a few minutes I reached the end of the GCPD's territory. The next five minutes were in the dark zone, before I would reach the sirens territory.

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