The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

61. Awake

~~~Your point of view~~~
You struggled to move. Everything was dark as you struggled to open your eyes. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open revealing a somewhat blurry view. A mop of black hair was lying in your bed. "Damian?" you rasped quietly, reaching towards the person. You blinked a few more times and your vision cleared up. "Tim?" your heart began to speed up as you remembered everything that happened and you sat up suddenly. Tim's head shot up as a doctor rushed into your room to check on you.
"Ms. (Y/n) you need to calm down," she told you calmly, putting her hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you to lean back in the bed. "You need to rest." The lady did a few small tests, recording whatever she observed and left. You were breathing heavily. You took more time to look around you were covered in Damian's hoodie and there were flowers, cards, and candy filling the room.
"Where are these from?" you wondered, reaching for one of the gift boxes which was wrapped in glossy marble wrapping paper and a sparkly silver ribbon, but your injuries stopped you. You breathed in sharply and held your rib cage.
"Let me help you!" Tim quickly stood and brought the box you were reaching for closer to you. You took it from him cautiously, studying him. "A-are you still scared? I c-can leave!" he stammered out nervously. You looked at the silver gift tag attached to the ribbon.

To: (Y/n)
From: Kate

"No, you can stay," you decided, tugging at the ribbon gently. You could feel Tim's eyes on you as you opened Kate's gift. You pulled off the lid once you had disposed of the wrapping paper by the side of your bed. There was a note.

Dear (Y/n),
Hopefully you get to use this some day. Get well soon!
Love Kate

You pulled a black case out of the box and dropped the box with the wrapping paper, startling the disheveled Tim. You popped open the case to reveal a sparkling microphone.

"I really hope I get to use this," you sighed, shutting the box and holding it close.
"You will," Tim tried assuring you. He was still standing from when the doctor had come in. "It should take a few weeks for your ribs to heal and only a bit longer for your leg."
"Thanks," you smiled. You looked at Tim. His hair was tangled and messy and his eyes were red. He seemed tired and his posture implied that he hadn't moved from his position of leaning over the bed. "You don't have to stand." Tim immediately sat down.
"I—," Tim started.
"What happened out there," you demanded, looking him directly in the eye.
"I... lost control," he admitted.
"I know you did, but why?" You sighed, looking out the window. Some sun was peaking through the clouds and light fog.
"I think you know why," Tim choked. He wouldn't look you in the eye. "I couldn't lose you."
"I do know, but that was years ago. I'm sorry, but I've moved on. You've done wonderfully being my protective older brother figure and a really close friend," you assured him. He looked up at you.
"Thanks," he grumbled, playing with the silky silver ribbon from Kate's gift.
"You should move on," you reached for the ribbon in his hands. He gently grabbed your hand.
"I know I need to move on," he cried, "but it could have been different!" He was crying. Tears kept slipping from his eyes.
"This is all because Kate and Jackson liked each other. We were all friends, Tim. We all knew what would happen. Those two were always meant to be together. I think that made you think the same was for us. But before that...when we were all just friends, you still treated me like a little sister. I think you confused your feelings for me as romantic ones. You were young and confused." You wiped the tears away from his eyes. "I think deep down you knew that something wasn't right and that you knew you felt like you were supposed to be my protective big brother and one of my best friends. Isn't that why you got so mad? You felt like you failed me, your little sister." You stared at the blankets covering you.
"I suppose you're right," he sniffed, you passed him the tissue box from next to you. "I felt pressured to like you. After all, we were a guy and girl best friend team just like Kate and Jackson. I thought that's how it was supposed to end for all teams like that. You're like my little sister (Y/n) and I'll protect you like I'm your big brother. I guess you managed to understand our situation and accept it better than I did. I'm so so so sorry for putting you through that. I promise you that I will never scare you like that ever again. I'll work on it! I promise!" He was holding your hands together inside his and staring at you with pleading eyes.
"Good!" You smiled cheerfully. "Now, wanna help me open all these gifts?" You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.
"Heck yeah!" A goofy smile formed on his face as he reached for another box to hand to you.

~~~Dick's point of view~~~
Jason, Damian, Bruce, and I walked down the hospital hall way to (Y/n)'s room. "So you left her under Tim's watch?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah, I couldn't really get him to leave. He was so torn up about making it up to (Y/n) that I couldn't force him. He needed this." I frowned. I could hear light giggles from one of the rooms. They sounded like...
"(Y/n)!" Damian recognized the laughter immediately and sprinted to her room, the rest of us left to catch up. When we reached the room and opened the door, we found Tim and (Y/n) surrounded by separate piles of tissue paper, bubble wrap, various boxes and bags, ribbons, and lots of random objects. Smiles were plastered on their faces.
"Please don't make me laugh; it hurts," she tried to suppress her giggles.
"Ok I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tim was out of breath from laughing. He had small plastic ribbons tying his hair up in several small pony tails.
"You look like a plant," Damian smirked, folding his arms. "Of course she woke up the day Grayson drags me back to the manor to take a shower and change."
"You needed it," I shrugged guiltlessly as he glared at me.
"Cinnabon!" (Y/n) lit up from the sight of her boyfriend. She held her arms out for a hug since it was obvious she couldn't get up by herself. Damian walked over to her and very gently hugged her, careful of her broken ribs. She was wearing Damian's sweater and was holding a box of candy. "Did you guys want some?" she held out the box. I couldn't refuse and ran forward to pick one.
"We're very glad you're awake. However, we would have been here sooner if someone had remembered to text us," Bruce smiled looking at Tim who shook the ribbons out of his hair sheepishly.
"Sorry, we kinda got distracted," he laughed nervously.
"I can see that," Bruce looked at the various piles around him. Jason made his way to (Y/n)'s bed, accepting a candy from (Y/n).
"Glad you're feeling better, Kid," he grinned, ruffling her hair.
"Me too," she sighed. "Still sucks that I'll be in a wheelchair for a while though."
"Hey, you got lucky," Jason remarked. "Your injuries weren't as bad as they could have been. None of the breaks pierced anything."
"I guess I owe that to the Riddler. I learned how to take a hit without all the damage over the years," she sighed, looking down.
"Hey, let's not think about that dark stuff," I tried to cheer her up. "Let's just be glad you're here!"
"Thanks," she smiled slightly. I moved to sit next to Tim.
"You're very happy. Let me guess. She wasn't even mad?" I asked quietly with a smile.
"Not one bit," he grinned, looking at (Y/n). Somehow, something had changed over the past few days Tim had been here. There used to be some hesitation when Tim went to look at (Y/n), but now he seemed free. I wondered what had happened, but that's their secret. Secrets are what this family deals in.