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Day One:

The day had begun with Ivy doing everything normally. She had gone to where she had her internship. She got everything she needed done, done. So she was told she could leave eary. They didn't actually have anything else for her to do. She was ok with that.

So she went to the bank to pick up some cash. She was planning on eating out, thn picking up some things she heard were on sale. Something she wanted for the future anyways. She would rather that purchase not appear any place others might blink if it was on her bank statement. Sometimes a girl needs privacy.

She dudn't think there would be a hold up. Three o'clock slowly turned to fuve. No real progress had been made. Ivy though at that point was very nervous.

Someone had her at gun point. It was the kind of thing that made her wonder if her luck was turning bad. Then there was the fact that they decided to use her as a hostage.

What the hell. But she wan'yt going to fight them. They out numbered her. And she liked remaining unharmed Buyt then they decided to ditch her during their escape. They did something very...foolish. Ayt least it seemed that way to Ivy. They...injected her with something. And suddenly the thing she was most afraid of was the funniest thing ever. The worse it became in her mind the more she laughed. And it was starting to hurt. To itch. To feel like a madness building up inside of her and she just didn't under stand it at all.

Day 2:

It was the late afternoon. The doctors had only been able to stop the coctail of cdrugs from killing her. They had to call in a few specialists in to fix the problems that had cropped up. They were starting to make heads on what was going wriong and slowing it down.

They could flush out the drugs. But that would take a few hours. Thankfully she was pretty stable. And the press had been kept away. No one knew that wasn't supposed to of what had happened to the young woman. It was bette so the doctors could get her back to herself. It was a small miricale now that she was totally out of it. So the drugs weren't so strongly affecting her anymore. But she isn't going to be awake or aware of anything for a long while.

Day 3: Thinks might just be normal. Or they will be. Ivy is still out cold. But that isn't a problem. Her muscles have been having small spazums while she has been out cold.

It looks like her bosses for the summer sent her flowers. They had been really worried when they got the news. But nothing could be done about it right now.

So, anyone going to show up, now that anyone who should know about this, does?

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Shegulps a bit. "Careful. Please. The drugs are still...Um. Sometimes what people say kind of affects me too strongly. In a bad way."

"Fear inducing. Along with the Joker...gas. It...was bad. I was really scared. But wanted to laugh at how stupid the fears were. So I did both and it...Nearly gave me a massive heart attack due to too much adrenline. That's what I was told anyways. I only remembering passing out."

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He hurks a bit himself. "S...sorry! I didn't mean to... oh man, please don't stress out. I didn't meen to worry you," he stammers, feeling guilty.

His brow furrows. "Fear inducing? Like what Dr. Crane is supposed to... no, I doubt there's a connection. Never mind." Even if there was a connection, the idea of mixing it up with Dr. Crane is rather anxiety inducing anyway. "I'm just glad you're okay. If you'd..."

He swallows. "But you're back with us. That's good. How long did they say it'll take before your system's fully flushed out?"

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She shyly smiles. Didn't mean to get him worried. But right now she's pretty much very tired.

"Yes. But not the one from the Nexus. And...combining it with Joker Gas...Bad."

"A few days. They're more worried about my heart mostly. It keeps racing in a way that's rather worry some."

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Joker Gas... he's not sure what it is, exactly, but just from seeing the state she's in she can tell it must truly be horrible stuff. "I'm sorry, Ivy. Who would do... I just don't get it. There wasn't any point, was there?" He rubs his face. "No point at all."

Phoenix feels himself clench a bit hearing this, but calms himself. "I'm sure you'll recover just fine. You're young, you can probably bounce back pretty quickly." He hopes. No, don't tell her THAT one.

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It is. It looks like it washed her face out. And as if she'd fighting the urge to grin madly. "It was a dely tactic. To distract the police whuke they got away. And I know it's rather cowardly."

"So do I. I'm pretty sure it's nothing. And...I feel better than the first time I woke up."

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Phoenix has to control the urge to curse loudly. "Cowardly is putting it mildly. It's downright contemptible." He takes a deep breath. He doesn't want to set her off too much, but it's hard not to get angry when he hears things like that. "I hope they figure out where they found that sort of stuff. It shouldn't be on the streets." He shakes his head.

"The first... no, don't tell me, please. I don't think I want to think about you being... worse." He swallows. "Just concentrate on recovering for now. I'll try to come by as often as I can, okay?" He reaches out to touch her hand.

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She flinches a little. Then relaxes lightly. "This is a common thing in Gotham. Idiot crinimals. They...probably found some stuff left over in old hide outs. It sucks but it's probably true."

She weakly smiles. "It's fine Phoenix. I'll get better. I'm just...weak right now." She touches his hand in return. Right now she needs some kind of comfort.

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He sighs. "You weren't kidding when you said this place was dangerous. You can't even expect danger in the normal, sane ways." He thinks back to his own kidnapping a couple weeks ago and shakes his head. "This doesn't happen often, does it?" he asks, sounding worried.

"Okay. Go ahead and rest. You need your energy." He strokes her hand with his thumb reassuringly. He hates to see her like this.

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"I wasn't. I just had no idea I'd get hurt." She shakes her head. "Not to me, no. But I had a roommate who got murdered the first year I was here." Now she looks a little...sad. Not a common look on Ivy's face. "It's why I refuse to have a roommate again. It...would hurt to much."

On a tiny impluse? She picks up his hand and kisses it. Just lightly before she settles back for a nap.

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"Nobody really knows they're going to get hurt when they go out in the morning, I guess," he says, sighing. "Part of the unpredictability of life, when it comes down to it. Though it still sucks."

His eyes widen. "She was... murdered? I had no idea..." He shakes his head in disbelief. "I guess... we have a little something in common, then. Knowing someone who was murdered, I mean." He swallows. "I'm sorry to hear that, though."

A bit of a blush shoots through his system when she kisses his hand. Phew, was that a spark? And then she's asleep, and he watches her for a bit before leaning over, kissing her on the forehead, and leaving.

He has things to do, unfortunately.