Enigma had approved Dinah's visit, and sent Marcus down to escort the crime fighter to her floor, figuring at least if something were to go wrong, she would have her most trusted at her side. She wiggled back into a sitting position, almost sinking into the mound of pillows Bruce had left for her, raising one of her IV studded arms to rest against the top of the comforter.
The bright red blood flowing into her veins was a stark contrast against her pale skin and white sheets, matching the brightness of her hair. She worried at her lip, waiting.