An hour later, Rubberman and I sat around Nightbolt in his room in the Golden City General Hospital. Nightbolt had been stripped out of his costume by the doctors and now lay on a soft white bed in a patient’s gown. Although Nightbolt always looked old, he looked even older than before now. His skin was paler and his breathing harder. It was a miracle he was still alive at all.
After Mystress disappeared from the Graveyard, I ran over to Nightbolt to check him out. Miraculously, he had been alive, but unconscious and barely breathing. I had called 911 and they sent an ambulance over to the Graveyard to pick him up. I helped the ambulance workers load Nightbolt into the vehicle, but didn’t ride with them in the back of the ambulance. Instead, I took Nightbolt’s old beat-up truck with Spik
