My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless.
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Sweater Weather (Instrumental): The Neighbourhood
I shoot my eyes open and sit up. I look around and realize I'm in the hospital. I look at the IV in my arm and the hair on the back of my neck sticks up. I snap my head around and Clark enters. I look away and pull the IV out of my arm.
"Don't." Clark says and I roughly grab his wrist before he goes to touch my arm. "The doctors said you had some kind of chemical poisoning. Possibly from Arkham. You've been here for about a week. But you're gonna be okay." He nods and I swipe his arm down before getting up. "Where are you going?"
"Someone needs this bed way more than I do." I take off the hospital gown.
"Okay." He turns around from the corner of my eye and I grab my bra before putting it on, then getting my hoodie. "Your back." I feel his fingertips graze my back and an ache passes through my stomach. "Is this from Arkham?" He runs his finger down the scars on my back.
I thickly swallow. "Don't touch me." I roll my shoulder and put on my hoodie, then my leather jacket.
"You need to get back in bed."
"Give me three reasons." I sit on the bed and start putting on my high tops.
"You-"
"I'm not bleeding, I'm not seizing and I'm not dying." I tie the laces extra tight before exiting. "Hey." I walk over to the lady at the counter. "Detective Brianna Brady. GCPD." I hold up my badge. "I'm releasing myself."
"Sign here, Detective Brady." The lady hands me a pen and clipboard.
"Miss Brady." The doctor walks towards me. "Your test results came back in. You've experienced some chem-"
"Yeah, I know, Doc. I was in an asylum full of nut cases for about 3 hours, give or take. Am I clean or what?"
"Not entirely. You need to flush out the rest of the poison-"
"Drink Gatorade. Got it." I nod and sign my name on the form. "Thanks for all your help, Doc." I hand the clipboard and pen to the lady before walking towards the elevator.
"Brianna." Clark walks over to me. "Brianna. Hey." He blocks me from going into the elevator.
"Hey! Don't let him get away!" A woman shouts and I turn to see a man running our way with a gun, making the nurse scream as she ducks behind the counter.
"Move, kid!" The man keeps his gun raised.
I deliver a hard kick to his face, sending him flying, and he lands hard on his back and groans. "I don't think so." I yank him up and shove him into a seat.
"Who the hell even are you?"
"Someone who's trying not to kill you." I snarl and take out my cuffs. "What is he doing here?"
