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Sirens were flashing, with a mask on her face of oxygen; the only thing she was able to see was the top of the ambulance. Her vision was slowly coming back to her with the pains flowing through her body. She moved her arm; she had a handcuff around it. There was no more hiding from the cops. the pain in her felt as if she wasn't able to move anymore. "What happened to her?"
"The Punisher." A man's voice ringed in her ear, turning her head a little to see someone who she wasn't familiar with sitting on the other end of the gurnee she was lying on. "The NightAngel of Hells' Kitchen."
"Always pictured someone else." The sounds of the women speaking were heard, fixing and testing her oxygen levels.
Darkness had surrounded her one more time. Emptiness.
Karen Page moved quickly down the sterile, brightly lit hospital corridor, the sharp click of her heels echoing with every determined step. Her heart was racing, chest tightening with every second that passed. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, sharp and suffocating. She rounded the corner to the waiting area, her eyes immediately landing on the hunched figure sitting against the wall.
Leah sat there, crumpled in on herself, her hands buried deep in her hair as if trying to hold herself together. Her face was pale, streaked with dried tears, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying. The moment she looked up and saw Karen, her body jolted, a broken gasp leaving her lips.
"Fuck—there you are," Leah breathed out, scrambling to her feet. Her voice was raw, laced with panic and exhaustion, and barely holding steady. She wiped at her face with trembling hands, but it did nothing to hide the state she was in.
Karen's expression softened, though worry was carved into every line of her face. She stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on Leah's arm. "How is she?" Karen asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid of the answer—afraid it was already too late.
Leah's lips quivered, her gaze dropping as fresh tears threatened to spill. "I don't know... They—they won't let me past. No one's told me anything," she choked out. "It's been hours, Karen. I didn't know who else to call. Matt's not answering, I... I just—" Her voice broke, and she shook her head helplessly.
Karen squeezed Leah's arm gently, grounding her. "It's okay. You did the right thing," she murmured. But her stomach twisted, the pit of dread growing heavier with every second of silence. She glanced toward the doors leading to the trauma unit, her throat dry looking at the cop standing at the door. "I'm Karen Page working at Nelson and Murdock. They're Ms Ambrose's lawyers."Letting go of Leah's hand and showing her badge towards the officer.
"Uh, I have strict orders." He uttered.
Leah had dropped her shoulders at this, and Karen looked into the ground for a moment. "Uh, Officer Smith, you know what else is strict? The Bill of Rights. Especially the Sixth Amendment, which establishes a defendant's right to the assistance of counsel. Furthermore, neither the federal nor the state government may deprive a person of their legal rights."
"What she said." Leah nodded in agreement.
He still didn't seem to crack for one second. "The reason I'm saying this is so that you realize that by keeping me from conferring with my client, we're risking a mistrial and Y/n Ambrose from being falsely charged and being locked in her cell forever." Stepping forward with a smirk on her lips. "And I'm sure that your coworkers at the precinct would not appreciate that, now would they?"
Refusing to look her in the eyes, the officer had shaken his head. "I guess now." Muttering and staring right at her, his eyes had moved on Leah. "Only one, though."
"Thank you. Thank you very much." Karen had walked backwards for a second. "I'll go and tell her you're here, okay?" Leah had nodded and crossed her arms spirling in her head.
Karen opened the doors, being guided by another police officer opening another pair of doors. Showing the same area of the hospital that looks just like the rest. The room was silent. Y/n was lying there in the bed, hooked up to at least two machines for blood and pulse. Her eyes were closed peacefully, with bandages draping on her nose and stitches on her cheek and chin. Upon looking at her, she realized why Y/n didn't call Matt as her emergency contact. Opening her eyes, she had turned to Karen silently, tears seemed to be dried up in the corners of her eyes.
"Y/n, how are you?" Karen tried to help her out. The women with (Y/H/C) had turned to Karen silently. "Your name isn't on the news yet." Trying to give her some kind of comfort in the empty pit of her stomach. "Was this with Billy Russo? Were you helping Frank?"
Shifting weakly on the hospital bed, Y/n winced, her body aching with every slight movement. As she tried to lift her arm, she felt the cold bite of metal against her skin—her wrist handcuffed to the bedframe. A broken laugh, barely a sound, escaped her lips. Of course. Of course, this was her reality now.
With effort, she sat up, her body trembling as she wrapped her bruised, stitched-up legs against her chest. Every inch of her skin felt raw, battered—evidence of the nightmare she barely survived. Her arms clung tightly around her knees as if holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from breaking completely.
"I lost it... Karen," her voice cracked, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. Slowly, like it took everything she had, she turned her head toward the door. Her hollow eyes found Karen's, the weight of her grief heavy enough to suffocate her.
Karen's heart stuttered. She took a cautious step forward, her brows furrowing. "Lost what?" she whispered, searching Y/n's face for the answer, though a part of her already feared she knew.
Y/n sucked in a shuddering breath, her throat closing around the words. "The baby, Karen." Her voice splintered as the truth finally spilled free, dragging the breath from her lungs. "Karen... I lost the baby." Her body shook as the dam broke, fat, silent tears sliding down her bruised cheeks. "I can't... I can't tell Matt. I can't—" The words crumbled into sobs.
Karen froze; the air knocked from her lungs as the weight of those words hit her. Shock flooded her face, but it didn't take long before she moved—halting, unsure—then slowly, carefully, she closed the distance. She stood beside the bed, trembling hand hovering for a moment before she finally reached out.
Y/n didn't hesitate—she collapsed into the embrace like a drowning woman finding air. She clung to Karen with everything she had left, burying her face into her shoulder as heart-wrenching sobs wracked her body.
Karen held her tighter, running her hand over Y/n's hair, her own tears falling silently. "I've got you... I've got you," she whispered, rocking her gently as if trying to shield her from a pain too big for either of them to bear.
A/n: Born again sequal is out now as well, I miss writing her sb.
