I am not a doctor, so there might be some medical expressions or contexts that might be wrong. If you are a qualified professional and notice any mistake, please do notice me and I will do my best to improve. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Also, in this fic Jason and Bruce have made peace with each other and Jason works with the bats from time to time

Jason sighed as he waited in the line to the check out. His vision was blurry and he definitely had a fever there. All he wanted to do was pay for his beer and go home where he could pop some aspirin and crash on his couch, but of course the one grocery store near his apartment needed to have the world's slowest cashier. He swore he would track down this guy later and plant a bullet in-between his eyes, but now he needed the man so he could get his beer. He swayed a little on his feet and maybe the other customers noticed because they were giving him some worried glances. He glared at them as to tell them it was nothing and they should mind their own business, but the world was spinning too much for him to keep at it for too long. He dropped his beer-pack on the ground and held his knees so they didn't buckle under him. He could hear some rustling around him, but the whistling on his ear was too loud for him to make out much of it. Jason felt someone put their hand on his shoulder and he quickly slapped the offending hand off

"Are you alright, sir?" It was the freaking cashier who had came to check on him, and Jason didn't need his concern, he needed his beer, which, now that he noticed it, was smashed on the ground beside him. As he was about to tell the guy to 'fuck off and go back to his business', though, the world suddenly became black and as he was about to pass out, Jason heard someone shrieking and someone else shouting for anyone to call an ambulance. 'Not an ambulance. I'm fine, just leave me alone.' were the last conscious thoughts Jason managed to have before he swam into the darkness

Jason woke up to the nauseating smell of disinfectant, blinding lights and an annoying beeping in his head. He tried lifting his eyelids, but the world was too bright for him to manage to do it in one try. After a few painful tries, though, his eyelids could keep open for longer than some instants. He tried to make out the blurry forms he was seeing, and decided to give it a few more seconds before the world started to make sense around him. Sure enough, he recognized the room he was in, a hospital room. The beeping he heard came from a heart monitoring machine that was connected to him, and it was getting increasingly louder as his mind went into overdrive. He instinctively pulled out the electrodes that were attached to him and the machine gave out a loud annoying sound, but Jason couldn't care less as he hurried to rip out the IV connected to him. Just as he jumped out of the bed, his vision swam and he held on to the bed frame so he didn't pass out, again. This little bit of time was enough for a nurse to come in rushing to the room, followed by a doctor and another nurse. She gasped at the sight of the patient, and the other nurse rushed to Jason and put his hand on Jason's shoulder, steering him back to the bed. Jason shrugged the nurse off of him and focused on deep breaths in order not to pass out. He heard some shuffle and a clean, white pair of shoes appeared on the right corner of his vision.

"You are in safe hands, but we need you to rest." He heard the doctor tell him in an infuriatingly placating tone of voice, Jason's knees couldn't hold his weight anymore and he fell to the ground. The two nurses tried to help him back into his bed, but the doctor stopped them "My name is Doctor Geller, all I want to do is to help you. Can you hear me?" Jason nodded his head as he rested it in his arms, which rested on his knees "On a scale of one to ten, how would you describe the pain you feel?"

"Zero." He grumbled out and the doctor sighed, not at all believing him

"Let's try it in a different way. On a scale of one to ten, how would you describe the discomfort you feel?"

"I'm fine. I just need my couch and a beer." Jason tried standing up, but his muscles didn't obey him. He was feeling as tired as he usually was after the roughest of the patrols, which was weird, seeing as he didn't patrol at all the last two days

"I'm sure you do." The kind doctor said with a smile "You will go home after we perform a few last exams on you. So work with us, alright?" Jason sighed and nodded, mostly because it would be a lot of work to sneak from the hospital right now and he wasn't in the shape for that "Thank you. Well, for starters, would you tell me your name? You didn't have anything we could identify you with."

"Jason."

"Jason…"

"Todd." Jason answered with a sigh, he hated handing out his name now. Why did that stupid Bruce decided they should announce it publicly that Jason was alive? Now everyone looked at him different once they know his name

"Oh, I see. Do you want to call your family?"

"No!" Jason answered a little too fast, which made the doctor laugh a little

"Alright, then, we won't. Now, how about you go back to your bed?" Jason sighed again, dreading making his muscles do that much workout, but dreading even more that the doctor would think that there was something wrong with him and would keep him even longer than needed in here. With a herculean amount of effort, Jason managed to get on his feet, and as his knees hobbled, he was figuring out a way to get on the bed. The nurses were trying to help him, but Jason didn't want their help, he was a grown-ass man, he could do it by himself. After about five minutes, Jason managed to get on top of the bed, even if he was sweating buckets and panting so much he could pass out. The nurse took out another syringe and tried to grab Jason's arm, but even in this state, Jason had enough strength to tell him to 'fuck off'. The doctor stopped the nurse from trying it again, saying that there was no need to if he didn't want to, and Jason was seriously starting to like this dude. He was beginning to doze off, but he was going to hold himself until there was no one else in the room. The three professionals seemed to get the hint as they all got out of the room, and as soon as Jason saw the sound of the door closing, he fell back into dreamland

The buzzing of his cell phone was what woke Jason up. He fished it from the hidden pocket on his t-shirt and looked at the screen to recognize Tim's phone number –Jason didn't keep any numbers registered in his phone so he could use it both at day and at night.

"What do you want?" He grumbled out

"Whoa, good evening for you too." Tim's voice was annoying Jason way more than it should "You sound sleepy. Did I wake you?" Oh, the disapproval tone

"As if you're one to talk about sleeping habits. What do you want?"

"I'm in your apartment and I'm looking for those files you borrowed from me last week."

"Third drawer on my desk."

"Ooh, cool, thanks."

Jason's sleep fogged mind didn't properly register the fact that Tim was at his apartment "Wait, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY PLACE?!" but it was too late when he realized, as he didn't have time to yell at him for that

Jason grumbled to himself something about 'fucking replacements' and 'payback' when he glanced back at his arm to see the freaking needle was back to its place. He grumbled some more acid things and quickly removed it. His mind wasn't swimming as much as it was before, so Jason figured it was safe to stand up. Sure enough, his knees didn't buckle under him. He looked around the room for his jacket and found it draped over the back of the chair beside his table, he quickly put it on and as he reached for the doorknob, the door suddenly opened, jump scaring both Jason and the doctor

"Jesus, Mister Todd, can't you lay still in your bed?" Doctor Geller asked, holding his heart that threatened to jump out of his ribcage

"You traitor!" Jason said holding the neck of the doctor's shirt, but he didn't have enough strength to do anything other than crumple it

"What?" Jason let go of the doctor so he could point at the discarded needle and the hole in his arm "Oh, that. I'm sorry, but you aren't my first stubborn patient, and it was easier to trick you than to force the needle in you."

"What did you come here to do, Geller? I hope you've come here to let me go!" At that, the doctor's face got a somber tone, and he pushed Jason until he sat down on the chair

"Mr- Jason, we are going to ask you a few questions, and I need you to answer them honestly." Jason didn't like the tone of the conversation, but he nodded anyway

"Do you smoke?" a petite doctor asked. Jason hadn't noticed her before, and immediately got on defensive

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled out

"She's Doctor Cassidy, a specialist I am asking advice to." Geller answered for her

"A specialist? For what?"

"It might be just me overreacting."

"A specialist for what?"

"Oncology." Cassidy answered shortly

"The hell? I don't have fucking cancer."

"We hope you don't, so let's be sure of it first." She said in a calm tone. Jason swallowed hard and nodded at her "Do you smoke?"

"I need one right now." At Cassidy's raised eyebrow, he smirked "What do you think?"

"How many packs do you smoke?"

"One or two. Three on the bad days."

"Do you have any family history of blood diseases?"

"I have no idea."

"Okay. Did you feel faint, short of breath of feverish lately?"

"Considering I got here 'cause I fainted at the grocery store, yeah."

"Have you had any nosebleeds?" Jason paused a little before answering

"Yeah, what about it?" he eyed her suspiciously

"Have you noticed any lasting bruises or bruises that you don't know how you got them?"

"Where are you getting at?" Cassidy's face got even sober, if it was possible, and she motioned Geller to meet her outside the room "Hey! Get the fuck back here!" When Jason found the strength in his legs once again, he was too late already because the two doctors were back on the room

"Mr. Todd, we need you to perform a bone marrow biopsy. The room and the anesthesiologist will both be ready in about one hour. We need you to sign these documents and the instructions for the procedure are written in these papers." Geller said as he handed out two sets of papers to Jason, who numbly took them

"What? Wait, wait, WAIT! The fuck is this! I won't do any biopsy 'cause, guess what, I ain't got no fucking cancer!"

"Mr. Todd, I hate to break it to you, but you do have something, even in the case it's not cancer, which I bet my career as a doctor that you do. We need you to do this exam so we know what we're dealing with and we can help you. So stop acting like a stubborn child and let me help you!" Cassidy shouted, getting even closer to Jason's face until he sat back down on his chair "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have screamed at you. I will get the operation room ready." With that, she rushed out of the door

Geller looked as though he wanted to say something to make things better, but realizing there was nothing he could do, he also got out of the room.

Jason just sat at the chair, staring at the wall as he tried to sink in the fact that he was going to die again