My muse is in hospital and is comatose. Send me "Always by your side" for my muses reaction to waking up to find your muse at their bedside.
There was pressure on her hand. Not just pressure - someone was rubbing soothing circles into the back of her hand with their thumb. It felt … nice. Warm.
"Jinx? Jinx! Can you hear me?"
Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, just long enough for her to see a mixture of red and green. Like Christmas, she thought hazily before the darkness pulled her under again.
When she woke up again, there was still pressure on her hand, but on her stomach as well. Heavy eyelids flickered open as she stared down at a mop of red hair on her stomach.
"W-" Her voice cracked around the feeding tube and oxygen mask, making her lips numb. Only a whisper came out of her throat, but that was all the speedster needed to wake up. Concerned eyes shadowed by too many nights of worrying peered at her, at first looking uncertain, then relieved. He grinned, a big wide smile, one that would’ve caused her to roll her eyes had she not been panicking from her current situation.
"Jinx!" The speedster immediately removed the tubes as gently as possible, shushing her as her throat convulsed around the hated tube.
"Wally." Her voice was faint, but somehow still managed to sound irritated. "You better not have been using me as a pillow."
"Oh please, you’re too skinny to be a good pillow! I mean, that is, uh-" He was saved by the nurse, who bustled in and firmly pushed the speedster aside before removing the tubes. She did the perfunctory checks, shining a light in the pink eyes, asking her to squeeze back, all the while asking her basic background information. Did she remember the explosion? Yes. Did she know her name? Of course. Did she know what year it was. Yes, I’m fine, will you stop asking stupid questions. Finally, the nurse asked her to raise up a leg. Jinx sighed and frowned.
The frown turned into an alarmed grimace as she desperately tried to move her legs. Even wiggle her toes. But nothing happened. The heart monitor sped up, its beeping drawing Kid Flash to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. At the touch, her heartbeat held steady, but still fluttered frighteningly fast.
"Mrs. West (the monitor showed a complete miss of a heartbeat that everyone in the room ignored), you’re going to be fine. Your stats look promising. With physical therapy, I’m confident that you will make a full recovery. In the meantime, your husband can help you around in a wheelchair."
Her face lost the little color it had. Forget the wheelchair. Husband? Did he have a death wish?
Wally shrugged lightly at the disbelieving look on her face, though he had to bite back a smile. It had been the easiest way to sign all of her documents without blowing her cover as a wanted criminal. The look in her eyes though, promised a world of pink pain later.
When the wheelchair was brought in, Jinx glared at it, trying hiding her nervousness. For a gymnast, someone born to fly into the air, the though of sitting in such a contraption was suffocating.
As if sensing her anxiety, the speedster gave the nurse a smile. “I can take care of it from here.” She nodded and left. When the door slammed shut, he braced himself, wincing slightly as a small hex zapped into his back. He turned back around to smile sheepsihly at the pinkette.
"Two months, 3 days, 15 hours, 27 minutes, and 12 seconds."
Jinx stared at him in shock for a moment before shaking her head, trying to get out of the bed.
"I’m not staying here. And I’m not getting in that thing."
And before she could protest, he wrapped her securely in his arms and zoomed out the room. The wind flew smoothly past them. “Until you get back on your feet, I’ll be your legs. Aren’t you lucky?” Wally teased, poking her cheek with one finger.
"-Just don’t trip." Jinx muttered, clinging onto his neck, distracting herself by staring up at his unmasked face. His eyes really were a beautiful shade of green. Like Christmas.