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'Any change?'

'Nothing.'

Nightwing sighs. Progress was going to be ...difficult, but recently it seemed to be non existent. He glances over to the bed, no movement, no signs, nothing. Just the steady hum of machinery. The league's infirmary was state of the art technology, yet it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was not going to be enough.

Nightwing takes his place standing by the door, his eyes wander to the other visitor.

M'gann sits in her usual spot by his bedside, her eyes narrowed, for the third time this week she tries to enter his mind. Desperately trying to piece the fabric together.

Sometimes she feels she has made progress. She see's memories unraveling like yarn on a wheel. She's see's the team, their mentors, Atlantis , Garth and then Tula. She tries to hold them, stitch them back into place but they tear under the strain and M'gann is left back at square one.

'He's not strong enough yet.'

'Give him time.'

'Its not going to work!'

M'gann grits her teeth, tears form in the corners of her eyes.

'Hello Megan! I was so angry, I thought Artemis was ...' She turns to face Nightwing, the temperature cools.

Why did you not TELL ME! WE WERE A TEAM! FRIENDS! I would never of ...' She holds back a sob. Nightwing looks to the floor, for once he's lost for the right words. Nothing was going to make this any easier.

'We are both to blame M'gann.'

Nightwing moves to rest a hand on M'gann's shoulder. He looks towards his teammate, friend, agent.

'He can pull through this.'

'Please Kaldur, try! Say something! you can be angry! BE angry! We DESERVE IT! Just do something, please!'

M'gann voice breaks, she returns to sobbing quietly subdued in her chair.

Nothing.

Our true character is shown in defeat.

He has already forgiven them.