While in the Gambit 2
Karma was flying in her Alpha, it was dark outside, but she could look out her canopy and see her wingman Batgirl. Then suddenly she was flying through the air like she was in a Veritech pilot's seat, but there was no Veritech and she was flying through the air nonetheless. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to burst out, she felt like she was going to fall right out of the sky, but she couldn't look down. Sudden stop! And boom, she felt the sting of her face as she landed hard on the floor, but she couldn't see again. She wanted to cry out, but she could move. She was stuck to something, something hard and cold. She tried to push up, but her arms seemed to have no strength. Her mouth opened in a scream, but nothing came out, she wanted to cry, but no tears came. Then suddenly she was in a cell, tucked away in a corner rocking herself with her knees curled up to her chest. She heard a man yelling, it was her father. She tried to look, she wanted to get up and run to him. She was 8 years old again, *whack*, she felt the sting of her father's hand across her face. She had picked up the lollipop, she only wanted to hold it, she wanted to get it, but she just forgot and walked out -- honestly. She began to cry, sob uncontrollably. Then a punch in the gut by an invisible hand, she was an adult again, curled up in a fetal position on a bed. Her throat, it hurt, it burned -- it felt like something was shoved down her windpipe. Breathing was hard, she grasped at her face feeling something hard she pulled...
She gasped for air as the intubated tube that was helping her breath was ripped out from her throat. It felt like someone had poured a fire down her throat and she coughed, dry and hard, a smattering of blood speckling her grey hospital gown. The lights, they were so damn bright, she held up her hand to shield them from the light as she coughed more nearly retching, but her stomach was pretty much empty. As she moved about violently, she could feel painful tugs on her hands, wrists, and forearms. Through blurry vision she could see needles coming from those places of pain with tubes leading to bags and electronic contraptions she couldn't comprehend at the moment. A furious, but consistent beeping seemed to come into focus in her hearing. Soon thereafter the dull thumping of footfalls(?) -- someone running perhaps. Her vision still blurry the coughing subsiding slightly, she could see a figure in a doorway, wearing white (?) -- she could hear yelling, but only a few words managed to filter through the haze, "...doctor...wake...orderly...help..." It was all overwhelming, and the blackness began to edge in again, she felt herself fall back. Something soft caught her though this time, and she tried to callout, but her throat hurt so damn bad, only a raspy whisper came out, "Michelle...", then a fade to black...