They made a strange group as they moved down the halls of Arkham. Dr. Krantz leading the way, Ivy easily carrying Harley in her arms while Johnny the Whistler nervously brought up the rear. Harley was frowning angrily at Ivy. She gestured at her throat and then pointed at her legs and then made walking gestures with her fingers. Her meaning was clear; her throat was what was hurt. She was quite capable of walking on her own.
"Now Harley…" Ivy whispered to her as she carried her along. "You have had a great shock and have been injured. It won't hurt for you to let me carry you for a while, will it?"
Harley shot her another glare that clearly said. "You are enjoying this aren't you?"
Ivy hid a grin as her hand 'accidentally' slid up Harley's waist till she was almost cupping Harley's left breast.
As they entered the Infirmary, a female nurse rushed over to try and take Harley from Ivy's grasp. If looks could kill, Ivy would have earned another thirty or so years in Arkham. Shouldering the nurse out of the way, Ivy carried Harley over to a table and gently laid her down on it. Ivy slowly slid her arms out from under Harley. She made sure the hand that held Harley under her legs slowly brushed Harley's butt as she pulled away. Ivy was worried sick about Harley after the Joker's attack but damn if she would miss such a once in a life time chance like this.
Harley shot a suspicious look at her but didn't attempt to say anything.
Dr. Krantz pulled a large overhead light down and clicked it on. The glare was nearly blinding to poor Harley who quickly scrunched her eyes closed.
Being very gentle, Krantz lightly probed around the barbwire cuts and marks on Harley's throat. Not just out of consideration for his patient but also because he was keenly aware that Poison Ivy was standing right beside him watching every move he made.
"This is not good I'm afraid. The barbwire was wound so tightly around her throat there has been damage done to her larynx. It won't interfere with her breathing but she may have trouble with speaking and her voice will never be the same again."
Harley's eyes even under the glare of the lamp shot open in alarm and she looked at Ivy in terror. Harley was a talker, making her nearly mute was not anything she could face.
"I may have a solution doctor." Ivy began. "You know that Harley and I have the same blood type, don't you?"
"Of course. It's in your medical records which I am familiar with but Ms Quinzelle does not require a blood transfusion."
"I think she does." Ivy replied.
"What? Oh, wait. I see what you are getting at. Your unique enhanced genes. You believe that a full blood transfusion will transfer your rapid healing abilities to Ms Quinzelle." The doctor mused.
"You don't think so?"
"It's possible. No false flatteries but you are truly a unique individual Miss Isley. Rapid healing, enhanced strength and endurance and of course your immunity to all toxins and poisons. It is quite possible that if we do a full body blood transfusion between you and Harley that your blood will 'jump start' her body into producing the same effects but I have to point out that Harley's blood will weaken your system until your more dominant genes transmute her blood into yours. Also we have no way of knowing how long the effects of your blood will last in Quinzelle. It maybe very brief or it may change her forever." Dr. Krantz stated.
