It seems as a tight and suffocating tension slips from the room. It seems as if everyone breaths at once, just realizing they weren't breathing before. It seems as if all of their hearts return to their chest.
Their director. Their boss. Their leader. Their role model. Their hero is alive.
The slow, but beating, pulse of Alex Danvers returns. But she doesn't awake. They pause, but they must all start working at once.
And they do.
They rush her to the x-ray, immediately operating on the unconscious woman. It's obvious that bones are broken because her limbs lie at irregular angles.
Two broken ribs. A fractured leg. A broken arm.
But the other person in the car is dead. But they were drunk too and the victim's sister is in a coma.
People think that the one dead, the other intoxicated one, was the one who crashed into Alex. Only she knows the truth. They still do not know that Alex was drunk too, but again, only Alex knows that. And Maggie.
There is a shard of glass wedged in her shoulder and they go straight into surgery. If they don't she will die of internal bleeding.
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Alex lies in a stretcher in the med bay. It's 3hrs after the surgery and she is still knocked out from the anesthesia and laughing gas, even though she wasn't awake in the first place.
Her body is motionless and her face... It may be bruised and bloody but she finally seems at peace. You can not see her anger or sadness. You can not see her despair and greif. You can only see calm.
Maggie is sitting next to her, from a distance, and gazes off at her. There is a brown and purple bruise along het jawline, but she doesn't even care about that anymore. She just cares about her. Her.
The DEO immediately notified her after they found her, but she didn't come right away. Truth was, she was scared to come. She was scared because she was scared to confront the fact that this was her fault. She's the one who didn't stop her from walking ourmt those doors. She's the one who didn't stop her even when she saw it coming. She's the one who didn't help her when she needed her the most.
But the real truth is, it's not her fault.
That's just what the little demon in her head told her.
Maggie watched carefully as she sat and stared at Alex's chest rise and fall. Rise and fall. Her heart would squeeze when it seemed to have stopped but she watched as it continued its slow cycle. Maggie's lifeline is depending on that rise and fall right now. That breathing. The graceful and peaceful rise and fall that she eventually drifts asleep to.
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Broken Hearts
Fanfic||SEQUEL TO LENA FINDS OUT (ONE SHOT)||After a great tragedy between Supergirl, Alex, Cadmus, and the world, the Girl of Steel is dead. She was struck by the evilness of Lillian Luthor. And now Kara Danvers and Supergirl herself is gone. This isn't...
