Identity?

Chapter Three

    I was stuck in that hospital for months. I lost track after three months, one week, and two days. I stopped believing that I'd be released. The only happiness I had was seeing Robin and Wally. I was eventually introduced to his other team members: Artemis (Lian), Miss Martian (M'gann), Superboy (Conner), and Aqualad (Kaldur'ahm). They were all really nice and visited sometimes with Robin and Wally.
    Artemis, M'gann, and I hit it off really quick. Since my other friends were noticeably absent during my time in the hospital, we quickly bonded and they became like my new best friends.
    While being in the hospital for those long months, doctors worked constantly on my leg. I'd had countless surgeries. Slowly, my leg started to look normal—as normal as they could possibly make it; I was just glad it wasn't just a disgusting deformity to my body anymore.
    But it was weak, as the doctors said. They'd had to do so much bone reconstruction, muscle and skin replacement, etc. They said it'd be a while before I'd be able to walk; that is, if I even had a chance of walking again. Talk about three months. I hadn't moved out of the bed since the day they'd put me there. When month four rolled around and after a few more surgeries and treatments, I was too start physical therapy if I was healing at a decent rate.
    One day in particular stuck out to me when I was in the hospital, though. As always, Robin returned and it wasn't unusual to see M'gann by his side. But when a tall man wearing a suit with jet black hair and dark brown eyes stepped in wuth them, I was a little confused. Robin smiled, though he was tense as he sat beside me.
    "Good to see that you're doing better, Marceline," the man said. "You've recovered well."
    "Thank y—wait, who are you? And how do you know my name?" I asked, and he merely smiled. The man placed his hand on M'gann's shoulder, and Robin took my hand. I looked at him in confusion. M'gann's eyes disappeared as they glowed bright green. Robin squeezed my hand.
    "Robin—" I croaked, unable to finish. I began to tremble and convulse violently, my breathing shallow and quick.
    "You're okay, Marcie." Robin said, his voice sounding far off, as if talking to me from the opposite end of a tunnel. I felt something small and cold touch my palm, and he curled my fingers around it.
    All light disappeared as I felt my eyes roll up into my head, and I fell into my side. My back arched in a spasm, screaming -- a blood-curdling scream. No nurse or doctor came in to see if I was okay. That's when I realized, no sound was leaving my lips.
    Every nerve ending, every cell in my body screamed in pain. Pain like I was being burned again, burned alive. They were hurting me and no one knew it. They were hurting me, and I hated them all—even Robin—for bringing back the memories of the burning house, the house of death, fire, and blood.
    I was on my side when the pain in my mind vanished and the silent scream stopped, clutching my head and moaning. Why were they doing this to me? Why wasn't anyone helping me?
    Suddenly, the pain returned and I continued to scream. This time, the pain was multiplying with each burning, pulsating beat of my heart, and still no one noticed.
    Slowly, the pain lessened, and I began to slip away into the impelling darkness until I knew that I was dead.