Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Richelle was internally grateful that the rest of the Titans were passed out, because she did not want any of them to see just how easily her old teammates were able to get under her skin and injure her so thoroughly.
Once she was certain that her old team were gone, she shakily got to her fee and glanced over to Raven while hiding just how badly her injuries were affecting her. "I'll be in my room, I need to clean myself up and then I'll be in the GPS room. You don't have to worry about the mess the fight made, or about the blood that's everywhere, I'll take care of it later. Also, could you please stay here with the others to make sure that they're alright?" She asked and Raven nodded her head mutely, so Robin shifted and said her thanks before she walked off to the elevator.
Once she was safely inside of the elevator and out of sight of Raven, she quickly put as much pressure to the stab wound on her side as she could in the hopes of stemming the alarming rate of blood leaving her body while simultaneously slamming her bloody left hand onto the nineth floor button.
Once the elevator doors opened again, Richelle was moving as fast as she could to the med bay, and once she reached the med bay she made a beeline to their blood reserves. She didn't even hesitate before she grabbed two of the blood bags with her name on them and the needles required to do a blood transfusion, and once she had those she went right back to the elevator. And once she was in the elevator again she slammed her right hand on the fifteenth floor button so that she could get to the floor her room was on before her hand went back to putting pressure on her wound.
Richelle was starting to feel the effects of her blood loss so the minute the elevator doors opened back up again, she bolted to her bedroom as fast as she could go.
She opened the door to her room before she proceeded to lock it shut, and once her door was locked she clumsily made her way over to her nightstand where hastily grabbed her Leslie issued portable vigilante injury treatment first aid kit then she made her way into her private bathroom. Once she was in her bathroom, she stumbled over to her shower before she collapsed to the ground and her first aid kit along with the blood bags and needles skidded into the wall of her shower. 
Richelle had to bite back a scream as her injuries were jarred, but she knew that time was of the essence. So she carefully repositioned herself so that she was sitting on the floor of her shower with her back leaning against the marble tiled wall that was across from the showerhead, and once she had repositioned herself she took off her utility belt and tossed it to her right, not even caring that her belt was now on the other side of the room and it was covered in blood. However now she had arrived at the hard part, so she took a deep breath before she proceeded to very carefully extricate herself from her blood soaked shirt before she tossed it off to the side where her belt was. Seeing as she now had full access to her wounds, she reached over with her left hand and pulled her first aid kit closer to her before she hurriedly opened it up. 
Richelle clumsily dug through the kit until she had found what she was looking for, and she triumphantly pulled out the stitching kit. However before she could apply any stitches she would have to first clean and disinfect her wounds, otherwise she risks an infection. So she reached back into the kit and pulled out the bottle of disinfectant, but she also grabbed the small leather strip so that she had something to bite down on.
Richelle hastily bit down on the leather strip as she took the lid off the disinfectant, unfortunately she didn't have the luxury of being able to clean her wounds the way Leslie had taught her too since she was literally bleeding out, so she poured the alcohol over the stab wound on her torso. She clamped down hard on the leather strip as a scream tore it's way out of her throat and the burning sensation overwhelmed her senses, and she nearly spilled her bottle of disinfectant all over the floor of her shower due to the pain. However she forced herself to work through what she was feeling, so she carefully set the bottle down.