Where a sick birdie is.

Awaken

Wally p.o.v:

I hunch over, resting my head in my crossed arms. It had been nearly six hours since dick had gone into surgery, and here I was; In a baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and bags under my eyes. I sigh and close my eyes, foring another bite of a granola bar into my system. The rest of the team was scattered around the room, superboy staring at the static of the tv, but you could tell he was thinking of the little bird. M’gann was attempting to bake cookies again, each batch coming out even more charred as the last. I stared, Aqualad and Artemis had left the room, nowhere to be seen. 

            I bite my lip and force the tears to not spill, grabbing a water bottle and chugging it hastily, not caring as I choke and gasp for air. Nothing mattered at all to any of us. The only thing I, we, wanted was to go into that in the process surgery room, and se
e our bird boy. 

            The zeta beam announces a new arrival and I rarely listen, peaking my eyes open slightly enough to see a large figure with a black cape, striding towards me. “ B-batman?” I quickly sit up and stare up at him. He was in worse condition than the rest of us, having uneven stubble and the bags under his eyes were visible even with his mask on. He rests a gloved hand on my shoulder, sighing and pulls down his cowl. 

My eyes widen and I stare around at the team “ B-but your identity!-” He puts a hand up to shush me. “ Wally, you have already given away dicks identity… And the team deserves to know after all this time. If he has gained and trusted every one of you, then so will I.” Tears fill my eyes as he speaks, reaching up to roughly wipe at my eyes with scratchy sleeves.

We stay there in silence, not moving and having no clue on what to say to one another. ‘ Sorry’ had already been exchanged a multitude of times, no longer having any sort of meeting. A breath leaves my lips, starting to stand up to go wander towards my room. The sound of whooshing and footsteps stopped me, quickly whipping my head around to stare at the two medical doctors leaving the room, both having an oath to spill no secret identities to the public. I continue to stare through their soul, taking off their bloodid gloves and coats, setting them on a try to determine. 

            Using my speed, I quickly rush over there in an instant, blurting out questions. “ Is he ok? Is he awake? Will he recover!? Can I see him? “ I continue to ask over and over before a doctor stops me. “ Yes, the surgery was successful, and he will heal fully… We almost lost him a few times in there…” They go silent for a few before nodding. “ Yes, you may visit him for a little” They hand me a surgical mask to put on, his immune system almost nonexistent now.  I take a deep breath before pushing past the door and stare at the broken bird in front of me