Chapter 6
Dawn had been in a lot of situations that just scared her to death. She guessed it was just part of the job as a vigilante.
But somehow, all of those situations paled in comparison to how she felt when she found Donna lying there unresponsive in her room.
She was so scared that she’d broken down crying, screaming for help. Hell, she didn’t even know Donna could make her feel like that.
With help from Dick, the two of them had carried Donna to the medical room, and laid her on the bed. Dick knew the procedures all too well-- he hooked her up to a heart rate monitor and an IV drip, and put an oxygen mask over her face before taking the defibrillators from Hank and preparing a current.
Dawn could barely keep it together as Hank slowly pulled her away from Donna. The tremble in Dick’s voice could be heard as he said: “Charging… three… two… one… clear!”
The electric current sent through Donna’s chest caused her body to jerk upwards for a second before going limp again. The heart rate monitor maintained its long, flatlining sound.
Please, Donna, Dawn begged. Please don’t do this.
All the noises faded out in the background-- Dick cursing as he prepared another shock, the dreadful flatlining sound of the heart rate monitor, she couldn’t even hear her own heartbeat anymore…
And then it happened.
The most wonderful sound Dawn could hope to hear more than anything at that moment.
The sound of a gasp escaping Donna’s lips, followed by shallow breaths as her chest began to rise and fall again. She was alive.
Dawn thought she would pass out with relief as Hank and Dick exchanged relieved smiles with her. Oh, thank god.
Dick took a moment to examine Donna. “Well, she’s still unconscious, but at least she’s breathing again. I’ll stay by her side until she wakes up. She might not wake up until tomorrow though, so when it’s 1am and she’s still not awake, I’ll get one of you to take the next shift.”
Without even taking a moment to consider, Dawn jumped in with a response. “Forget it. I’ll watch her. You two can go get some sleep.”
The two guys looked at her, surprised.
“You sure--?” Hank started.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. See you tomorrow.”
Time check: 1:45 am.
Dawn chugged down her sixth cup of coffee. About 45 minutes ago, Hank had walked in, offering to take her place. She told him to go back to bed.
Her eyes had remained fixed on nothing but Donna for the last few hours. This was weird. Sure, she knew she cared for Donna, but...this time, it just felt different.
At one point, she started crying again.
“Why?” Dawn whispered to the unconscious Donna as tears streamed down her face again. “Why would you do something like that?”
She slowly took Donna’s hand, entwining her fingers with hers.
“Please wake up, Donna. Because you scared me, you’re fucking scaring me right now. I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”
It was a pointless statement, she knew. Donna probably couldn’t hear her (on account of her being unconscious and everything) and Dick already said that she may not wake up until morning. But she couldn’t help herself. She needed her to wake up. She needed to see her open her eyes.
At one point, Dawn noticed a lock of Donna’s dark hair out of place, resting above one of her eyelids. Gently, she reached out with her other hand and brushed it away from her face, and froze, taking in the sight of her sleeping face.
Wow. She’s beautiful.
How had she not noticed that before?
She didn’t pull her hand away. Instead she ran her thumb over Donna’s cheekbone, amazed by how… perfect she looked.
Must be that Amazon physiology, she mused.
Dawn could feel her heart beating faster and faster as she slowly ran her hand down Donna’s arm, toned and ripped as a result of all the vigorous training she’d gotten since childhood.
As she continued to trace Donna’s arm with her fingers, the memory of Donna putting those arms --those perfect arms-- around Dawn’s shoulders to comfort her flashed across her mind, causing her to blush.
She remembered the warmth she felt from Donna's embrace, how incredible it felt and how much she loved it.
She’s so damn perfect.
Without knowing what she was doing, Dawn slowly leaned over and gave Donna a tender kiss on the cheek, keeping her hand locked with hers.
Then, she put her lips next to Donna’s ear, and whispered once again, hoping --praying-- that she could hear her somehow.
“Please, Donna. Please wake up soon.”