Young Justice One Shots / Imagines

Roy Harper: Red Arrow || Timing {Part Three}

Title: Timing
season 1

Y/n - your name
E/c - eye color
Note - I really fucked up when I said "here's to 2020" in the last part at the start of the year, didn't I? Sorry about that, folks. 

—

𝑹𝑬-𝑪𝑨𝑷:

Your hearing zeroes in on his [Richard's] voice.
"We'll fix you up. Just hold on a little longer. Just look at me. Look at me."

You lose your ability to speak. You nod. Your hand begins to shake, and you start losing feeling. 

You're scared. Tears form in your eyes. You're not ready to go, but you feel out of control. Nothing hurts anymore. You can't feel anything.

He holds your hand. 

You fade away.

Is this what death feels like?

—

The heaviness that weighs your eyelids down lifts as you slowly come to consciousness. There's a tune playing, you can't put your finger on what song it is. It takes a second to slowly open your eyes. Your focus doesn't settle, but you can see two people hovering over you.

"Is that Poker Face?" You mumble.

"They always wake up to this song," one of them says. 

"It's purely coincidental," the other counters.

"BPM is rising," the one with darker hair announces.

"Alright, look at me." You turn to whoever called for your attention. How do they know your name? Your eyes focus on the person, who appears to be a woman. Why does she seem so familiar? Why can't I remember anything past waking up?

"Take some deep breaths with me. Seven seconds in, eight seconds out. Okay?" She asks.

You nod. She breathes with you, helping you calm your nerves. "You're okay." 

"My name is Dr. Snow, I'm going to be asking you a couple of questions."

"Where am I?" You sit up.

"You're in STAR Labs. Now, can you tell me your name?"

"Y/n. My name is y/n."

"Can you tell me what you last remember before waking up?"

Now that she's asking, you realize that your mind is blank. The trip down memory lane is foggy, inaccessible. 

Stress grows again as you shake your head and answer, "No." 

"Interesting. It's okay, don't panic, it's okay. It may take a few minutes to collect yourself and settle in. Keep breathing, seven seconds in, eight seconds out."

"What happened to me?"

"You were severely injured last week. There was no direct head damage involved, but you were declared dead for an hour."

"An entire hour? And I can't even remember how or why?"

"There are a couple reasons for this. Being declared dead for an hour may have caused unforeseen side-effects such as damage to the amygdala and hippocampus, which are memory parts of the brain that control fear and also recognition."

"Recognition?" 

"You don't remember either of us," Dr. Snow clarifies, referring to her and the dark haired man a few feet behind her.