Red Chemicals (Young Justice FanFic)

Chapter 3

Hey, sorry it's been so long. Things to do, Homework to ignore, books to read, and friends to worry about. But I found some time to do this, so here it is.

I was dark, I was alone. All alone. My head was swarming, trying to find answers.I thought back to what happened. Dizziness then shaking. Then black. I remember I hadn't eaten. I take such poor care of my health, but I had other things to do.

I sat there in the dark for what seemed like an eternity. Then slowly, but surely a dull pain arose in my head. As the pain got worse and worse I felt the strong urge to to open my eyes. The urge got stronger and and stronger. I gave in and split open my eyes.

It was bright and blurry. I sat up quickly trying to get a better look around. I didn't know where I was. My head was harshly pounding inside my skull.

Someone started to push me back into the bed i was lying in. I couldn't tell who they were because my vision was still really blurry but slowly getting better.

I strained to see who it was. "your okay, your okay, just slow down your okay" An all too familiar voice said. I looked at him and my vision was finally clear enough to see his features. I became furious he was near me. Then I remembered I fainted I was probably in the nurses office. I didn't ;want him to see me like this.

"Go away" I said louder than intended
"That's not very nice" he pouted
"Just go away" I said quieter trying to calm down
"What happened" he was really getting on my nerves
"Go away" he doesn't need to know
"Esmeralda, just tell me what happened" seeing that he wasn't going to give up. I sighed.
Fine and it's Izzy not Esmeralda" I hated being called Esmeralda

I watched him sit back down and shift a little bit like a kinder gardener waiting for story time.

"Apparently when I was born I didn't quite come out right, and well.. I got sick a lot.... still do. And I have really bad athsma and I'm hypoglycemic so if I don't eat I end up fainting. And with the life I've had I've been diagnosed with depression and they think someday I'm going to commit suicide and die."
"Well that's not good" I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but it pissed me off.
"Well no shit Sherlock"
"You don't have to be so mean, Maybe I'm just trying to help you."
"I'm not a damsel in distress, I don't need your help"
"It's clear you do and I'm not going to stop tying to help you until you don't need help"

I sighed he was persistent. I started to get up, I was off the bed, but felt really dizzy, so I gripped the bed for fear of falling.

"Whoa slow down. Get back in bed" Dick said jumping to my side
"I'm fine I just need some food"
"The nurse thought so. There is a tray right here" he pointed to a tray of food next to him "now sit down, eat some, and relax"

I sighed again "fine' I said reluctantly "you can go now, I'm fine" I picked up the yogurt and looked his way.
"I'm not leaving until I'm sure your fine"
"Whatever"

In my mind I was thinking of every possible way to escape, I hated the nurse's office and I really hated Dick Grayson.