The Son of Death in Gotham(A Nico Di Angelo Fan Fic)

6) Ughh... Rich People

*Spoilers to The Sun and the Star in this chapter, and I edited the last chapter slightly and it might not have updated, Nightwing is taking Nico to a hospital, not the batcave. I hope everyone reading enjoys the story, and if you do please comment and vote. Should I add more Nico angst? Have a good time reading =D.*

Nico's Pov

Usually Nico drove himself to exhaustion to avoid the nightmares. Will said that it wasn't healthy but he didn't understand, he couldn't understand. He didn't have his worse experiences haunting him, every day and night. He didn't close his eyes and see his mother's body.

That's the real reason why Nico didn't like sleeping. It wasn't because it made him vulnerable to attack like he had told everyone.

But now there was no way to avoid it. He may have passed out from blood loss, but Hypnos didn't care.

He was walking through Tartarus after having drank from the river of fire, he was scraped up and being stalked by who knows what. The dream sped up and he was on Nyx's island, staring at her mansion of night, then he was in front of the elevator, then being tossed into the jar, being saved, Croatia, the battle, his argument with his father, being punished, arriving in Gotham.

So much had happened to him in just over a month, and then over the past week, the fates really did love messing with him.

He slowly shifted back into consciousness after relieving his encounter with Stupid Cupid in Croatia, he felt lights shining in his face and he wondered where he was. Then the memories from the night before flooded in and his eyes flew open.

He was laying in a hospital bed, still in his clothes luckily, but when he looked down he saw that his left pants leg had been sloppily cut open to more properly bandage the stab wound, which bandages he'd forgotten to change.

There were bandages wrapped around his head, probably for the gash on his temple, and he was hooked up to a few monitors and machines.

He immediately ripped out all the tubes and took off all the medical thing-a-magings they had put in him. He heard a beeping but he didn't care, be wanted to get out of there. Being in a hospital reminded him too much about a person he really didn't want to think about right now.

A two people ran into the room, probably nurses by how they were dressed, and held him down, keeping him in, he shoved them off and tried to make a run for the door.

There were probably better ways to handle the situation, like maybe asking to be discharged, but Nico was to overwhelmed to think about them.

A doctor stepped in front of him and holding up her hands in a peaceful gesture. Nico reached for his knife before realizing that it wasn't in his pocket anymore.

"We took your knife, you'll get it back after you're discharged, but first, please let me do a quick checkup on you."

Nico glared at her, but the adrenaline from before was slowly fading, replaced by exhausted. He realized that he had barely slept in a few days, him passing out was probably less from blood loss and more from his body shutting down.

So he grumpily headed back to his bed, doing his best to ignore the headache the fluorescent lights were now giving him.

The doctor did her best to do the check up, even when Nico refused to answer any of her questions about what happened or if he had somewhere to go when they discharged him. She seemed suspicious that nobody had come to check on him in the hospital but Nico wasn't surprised.

After a few minutes she got a page and she had to leave. So Nico just lay there, thinking about how he had gotten ambushed the night before. That was embarrassing. He really needed to start training more.