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epilogue

00. revenge

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two months later

IT HAD TAKEN PAIGE'S BODY A WHILE TO heal. Because she had so many injuries, her body wasn't able to assist in healing as quickly as she would've liked. In total, when Paige was found, she had a broken leg and nose, two bruised ribs, a deep stab wound in her stomach, and suffered from malnutrition and dehydration.

The past month was torture for everyone. She had to be put into a medically induced coma to allow her body to recover. While she was asleep, her friends visited her room in the medical wing of the Tower. Dick visited the most out of everyone. Some days, he simply refused to leave her side. It pained him to see her so weak. Paige was one of the toughest people he had ever met. She hated to show weakness. She had survived more physical and psychological trauma than he could've ever imagined. The fact that she was even alive still felt like a miracle.

The other Titans would sometimes visit Paige together but knew to let Dick be alone with her. He never asked them to do that. Yet, they all understood that he needed to be with her without anyone else there to interrupt. Deep down, Dick felt guilty for not being able to protect her properly. She was his weakness and it was becoming obvious. Sometimes he had woken up abruptly out of his sleep because all he could see when he closed his eyes was the horrible sight of Paige lying in her own blood.

When she had finally woken up, Dick had been right by her side. He was the last thing she saw when she lost consciousness and the first thing she saw when she woke up.

Now three weeks later, Paige was gaining strength back in her body, slowly but surely. Her biggest challenge recently was physical therapy. She hated doing it but knew it was the only way to get herself back to one hundred percent. Dick had taken it upon himself to be her physical therapist. Paige was grateful for him, but some days she felt like beating the shit out of him. Of course, in her current state that was a more demanding task considering her foot was in a boot. Recently, she had been able to get back into training once she got off crutches — it was kind of a challenge throwing a knife while her hands were occupied holding a crutch. She mainly trained with Kory and Dick, their knowledge in hand-to-hand made them the most suitable to train with since they were within her skill level.

Paige enjoyed training with Kory more than with Dick. Kory pushed her to be better while Dick took it too easy on her. She knew he was just scared of hurting her, but Paige had survived so much there was no way he possibly could.

"You're going easy on me," Paige sighed. The two partners stood across from each other in the training room. Paige dropped her arms from their defensive position — her hands on her hips felt like a more appropriate pose to signify her annoyance.

"I'm not," he countered.

"Yes, you are. I told you to stop doing that. It's not gonna help me."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Well...no pain, no gain. So..." Paige shrugged. "I need to be ready for anything. No matter the state my body's in."

Dick had a slight idea of what she was talking about. "Nothing's gonna happen to you—"

"You don't know that. She's still out there—"