Don't Fear the Reaper

57) BRAND New Chapter... get it?

A/N: I DREW THIS INSTEAD OF BEING SAD SO TELL ME IT'S GOOD!!! this is a threat. Also, I am tired rn and don't feel like editing so... I didn't.

When Nico woke up for the first time after the meds were gone, it was like a jolt through his entire system. He was looking at his room, not his cell. He was in the room that the Waynes had given him when he had been a willing visitor... and it was the exact same as the day he left.

He forced himself to sit up, gritting his teeth slightly at the ache that came from moments before taking a mental assessment. Her felt tight wrappings around his lowers ribs, probably from the surgery he vaguely remembered Bruce mentioning. He had an IV in along with an NG tube, meaning he was most likely unconscious for multiple days. His joints were stiff and his mouth felt like a desert, but someone had left a glass of water on the side table along with a sealed letter.

I was called away for an emergency, but Tim is across the hall and I asked him to check in on you every hour to see if you were awake. Alfred has fully stocked your bathroom with toiletries, along with stocking it with all the dressings you will need for your injuries in case you would like to take care of them on your own. If not, Tim or Alfred, who will undoubtedly be someone close by, are more than willing to help. Please wait for one of them to help you remove the IV and NG tube, as I am not sure if you have been taught how and would like to make sure it is done correctly so that you don't have any complications.

You can ask Tim or Alfred to call me (do not worry, it will not distract me or cause any problems with what I am currently doing) if you need anything, or you can ask them. I hope you are feeling much better and I will see you later.

-Bruce Wayne

(P.S. I still do not speak Italian, so I had Jason write this. He says Hi.)

Nico set down the letter, picking up the water and beginning to sip it slowly, getting used to the feeling of a tube running down his throat. He finished the glass before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, grappling the IV stand for support as he pushed himself to his feet.

His head swam for a second, but he just let out a breath, forcing the dizziness away, before making his way to the bathroom. He expected his face to have at least remnants of bruising due to the fact that his head had been slammed around quite a bit each time he was thrown into a tree, but the only darkness came from beneath his eyes.

He stared at the tube that was leading into his nose, parts of it taped down as it ran behind his ear and down the side of his neck before disappearing into his shirt. He noticed the hadn't removed either of his necklaces, and his mind was too exhausted to try and work out how he felt about that.

"Holy fuck," a voice said from his room. "Kon, I gotta go. I I lost him and Bruce is gonna kill me if I don't-"

Nico cleared his throat, one hand still holding onto the IV stand, as he stared at the human embodiment of sleep deprivation that was standing in his bedroom doorway. "Hi Tim," he said, his voice sounding like shit.

Tim let out a breath of relief as he shoved his phone into pocket after hanging up. "Thank god. I thought I somehow lost a comatose person."

Nico pushed the IV stand in front of him as he walked, his breathing still painful, but not nearly as bad as it should have been. He slowly sat back down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at Tim. "How long was I out?"

"Well, you woke up on day 3, and then proceeded to sleep for a while longer after that even without any meds, so just over 5 days." Tim checked his phone briefly before adding, "It's 9pm right now."