The Starling Saviour

Chapter 37

Abruptly awakening, I found myself in a dingy alleyway, crumpled against wet concrete slabs and rotting brickwork. Finding my bearings, I could just make out Tommy's car resting on the road, people already at the scene. But I was hidden away from view, almost to divert the public's attention to the main road and leave me forgotten.

But who would want to do such a thing? Maybe The Reverse Flash, but he was too quick and impulsive to do such a thing as this. This was dramatic and well planned.

I waited as my attacker silently bided their time, each second another step closer to the inevitable. It was as almost as they wanted to create unnecessary tension, leaving me in an anxious anticipation.

As time went on, I could feel my side aching more and more, writhing with pain. Dabbing the affected area, a cold liquid touched my fingertips, red in colour upon further inspection. I was bleeding out, and fast. No wonder I was rather lightheaded.

Maybe I was just there for no reason, left to die after the accident. Maybe no one actually cared about me, and this dirty, ugly rut of a passageway would be my final resting place.

However, my thoughts were incorrect. But I wasn't completely wrong either. My attacker didn't greet me, but a hooded hero did instead.

Pulling me up from the filthy gravel, the vigilante carried me in his arms, his robust muscles unfazed by the dead weight of my body. It was as though I was paralysed; unable to move myself and relying solely on my saviour for mobility.

My ears soon gave way, an empty silence invading my thoughts. I watched my surroundings as though they were a silent movie, each person nearby moving as though they were dancing in an over exaggerated Charleston.

The Hood dropped me off at some hospital's revolving doors, nurses rushing to my aid as the vigilante disappeared once again. I felt particularly queasy, no doubt due to the loss of blood I was experiencing, my limbs heavy and numb as I tried to move them. Everything started to go hazy as I entered a trance, as though my senses had gone on an impromptu holiday, and my eyelids grew weightier until they closed for good.

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'Hey,' Oliver's voice filled my ears as the bright lights above me seared into my vision.

'Where- where am I?' I fretted at once in disorientation. 'What happened?'

'It's all gonna be okay,' he smiled genuinely at my side.

I looked to the chair where Oliver was perched, its legs pushed up against the bed I was laid on. His hand was intertwined with mine, as if he had been waiting in my aid for a long time.

'How did I get here?' I asked him, unable to remember the past events of late.

'The hood guy brought you here,' Oliver retold me what had happened. 'You and Tommy were in a... Road accident last night.'

'Is Tommy okay?' I suddenly sat up in worry.

'He's fine,' Oliver nodded, gesturing for me to lie back down. 'But you need to focus on getting better first.'

'But he's okay?' I persisted.

'Yes,' Oliver told me definitely with a slight nod.