Artemis wasn't in the mood to talk about the conversation her a Dick had so she simple said that he was tired but feeling better.
"We should go." M'gann said.
"Yeah...you should rest Tim. See you tomorrow." Barbara nodded and motioned the rest towards the door. The clock read 9:00pm, and even though he usually had a hard time sleeping these last few weeks, he had no trouble falling asleep.
At about 3:30 in the morning, he woke up. He sat up, his chest sore and his legs tight and cramped. He stood up with the I.V in his arm on held on to the pole beside him so he could stretch a bit. He leaned out the doorway to see the hallway completely dark except for a light down the hallway. Curious, Tim walked down the hallway towards the room, and as he got there he realized it was Dick's room. Dick was propped up by his pillows and he breathed slow. He was very pale and didn't blink.
"Dick?" Tim whispered walking into his room. Dick slowly moved his head towards his brother.
"Hey Timmy. Why aren't you asleep?"
"I don't know, just sorta woke up. Why aren't you asleep?"
"My leg hurt too much to sleep. Also my ribs are still healing. Kinda hard to breath." His words were short and raspy.
"Did Artemis tell you what happened?" Tim made his way over to Dick's bed and sat down.
"Yeah she did. Question: why Boston?"
Dick tried to sit up more and winced.
"We were trying to get you healed somewhere where you wouldn't get too many questions. Also so Bruce wouldn't find you. We were afraid you'd get angry if he knew where you were." Tim shifted more onto the bed.
"Thanks then. You okay? I heard you had surgery."
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little sore." Tim wanted to tell him about his anxiety he had had over Dick for the last couple weeks, but decided it was best to wait until Dick felt better. The two brothers sat in silence. (AND NOW I JUST SITTTTTTT)
"Tim? I'm, uh, sorry for running out on you like that." Dick looked down at the bed.
"It's....okay. Well not really, but I know why. I probably would have done the same anyway." Tim looked his brother in the eyes.
"And I would have come home sooner...but..." Dick trailed off.
"But what?"
"Part of the reason I ran off was because I felt alone and stuff, ya know I don't wanna get to emotional, but uh, I kept hearing their voices..."
"Who's?" Dick chucked.
"Who do you think? And you know I just couldn't face it, so I kept running. Which now I see nearly cost me my life. So, you know, thanks Tim. Now get to bed before the nurses kick you out." Tim stood up and smiled at his brother. He quietly walked back to his room and fell back into a deep sleep.
----------------------------------------------SO YEAH IM NOT DEAD
ANYWAY MY FRIENDS OLDER SISTER TOLD ME I WAS MAKING MY STORY SAD BECAUSE I WAS BEING AN EDGY THIRTEEN YEAR OLD BUT I'M NOT TRYING TO IT JUST GOES WITH MY STORY LINE
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FanfictionWally is dead. Dick has left the team. He can't go back. Jason is still dead. Bruce is still quiet and composed. Tim and Barbra are focused on the team. Dick is alone. Now, all he has is crime fighting. But will he take it to far?
