Hey !
I'm finally back…being the impatient person that I can be…I started many stories before with interesting plots that are yet to be updated…and I realized that this one seemed to have the most comments…so I'll start here. But I promise…they'll ALL BE UPDATED. =P
I apologize for not updating earlier as promised…my dad passed away back in September…and my brain has been pretty crazy…but I guess the break helped my writer's block to lessen…and I'm determined to get these done.
*This chapter revolves around Wally's focus and thoughts…and is understood to be taking place while the first chapter was. So basically, this is what was happening to Wally when the elders were having their little cat fight. This is kind of a filler…but with the next update including Artemis' POV…things will blend together better. It's kinda sloppy and choppy…but I'll revise later.
(He's a bit OOC…but you'd approve considering the circumstances you'll be discovering as you read.)
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Wally
Tick…
Beep…
Tick…
Beep..
Tick…
Beep…
Tick…
Beep…Beep…Beep…
The annoying & constant ticking of the stainless steal clock that was drilled into the wall above him tuned off with the beeping of the heart-monitor that he was hooked up to. Wally lay pale and sickly within the infirmary…feeling nearly driven mad.
He was uncomfortable…that was one thing for sure. Wally woke up about two hours ago thanks to the pain of his broken leg being set intruding his slumber…and to say the least…it was not pleasant. After his injuries-that he didn't even remember receiving-were tended to…Batman left him there to rot in boredom with pain killers leaving him loopy and grumpy.
You are to remain here until deemed fit, & are not to leave the premises in order to not agitate any given injuries...Wallace, you're under orders to rest until your superiors are satisfied with you being unsupervised for any given amount of time...&
-Wallace...BLAH
…BLAH…it is crucial…
…BLAH…YADDA this and YADDA that…
BLAH!
"It's not l-like I'm freaking two-o…and I-I couldn't go any-wh-where even if I tried-d-duh…ugh assho-oles!" Wally mumbled while weakly clawing at his bed-sheets and throwing his head back into his hard-pillows. Batman's demands and conditions were racing thorough his head…giving the annoyed teen even more of a head-ache than he had before. The red-head pulled up his thin white blanket as efficiently as possible while vicious chills racked his collapsed frame…each after the other. His head hurt…he was drenched in sweat, and felt beyond nauseous. Restlessness had taken over his sober awhile ago…and now he wasn't tired.
Ugh…it's not like they told me anything to begin with…I don't even know how I got here, the fifteen year old thought grudgingly.
He crossed his lightly-freckled arms over his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to block out the invasive bright-light that just happened to be left on in that particular position.
It's like they hate me…mmmnph …Iwish I could just go back to sleep, he moaned. THERE'S NOT EVEN A WORKING DAMN TV! What hospital doesn't have one? The only electronic device that could appropriately be used for entertainment was broken…hanging lonely from a dark corner without an antenna-it looked like an old thrift-store dumping burial. Oh…one day I'll shove an antenna so far up their…WAIT-
-That made his eyes bolt open. Day…day…DAY! It's Valentine's Day; that's what day it is. It has to be! His disoriented mind began to whizz around under the influence.
"Uhm-uh…yea…Mom a-and Dad went out for a-an early lunch-h before she went ta-to work…and I…ugh", Wally babbled out to himself quietly…struggling to remember. He was rubbing his temples…trying to sooth the burning in his skull and to keep the discovery in his focus-avoiding the bandaged gouges on his neck. The answer was right on the tip of his tongue…he knew…I know I know I know-uhhh…RIGHT! He nearly snapped his fingers.
"-And I went to the cave to hang-gout with R-rob for the rest of the day after a routine-patrol with Uncle Barr-ry. We fought the Trickster-r!" Although, a frown took over his features…-"But there's no way he co-ould've done this."
Even so, the side-kick felt loads better…he was getting answers-finally and to put the icing on the cake…his shivers were slowing down! Although…something still didn't feel right…I don't recall getting into a fight and losing to a garbage truck…
He let out a breath in defeat…my 'superiors' should be able to fill in the blanks whenever they decide to remember the one injured here…and apparently 3 years old…he mocked to himself. Uncle Barry soooo owes me! Luckily, his head felt clearer…and he took the opportunity to take his surroundings into detail.
It obviously wasn't the medical facility at the Cave….so he clarified that it was somewhere more high-tech-probably some League fixer-upper. The room surrounding him had plain white walls…no windows…a heart-monitor, oxygen tank, and lots of other machines that he couldn't identify. Aside from the thick hospital bed that he lye in, a small side-table stood next to it…housing a pitcher of water next to some paper-cups…various forms of medical equipment and supplies were stored in shelves against the walls…and a huge light-extending from the ceiling- was radiating down on him. Not to mention the shitty TV. Surprisingly, the room seemed small.
The poor kid had breathing tubes lodged up his nostrils, tape on his nose, and Wally's left leg was propped up in a pale, white cast. Multiple IVs –awkwardly- were jabbed into as many veins visible as possible. He groaned at the sight. Man, I fucking hate needles.
He carefully pulled down the blanket covering him-suddenly feeling over-heated- and was shocked to find nearly his whole chest wrapped in tinted-red bandages, along with a Velcro brace-like contraption secured around his thighs that extended down into a metal splint. He winced at his predicament…but daintily smiled-not feeling any pain.
Heh…I must be on some strong pain-killers.
Seeing nothing else really worth inspecting…especially not the still-ticking clock that he'd rather avoid before he'd resort to throwing the urine bag fastened to the bars on his bed at it…he went back to his previous predicament, which included him mumbling with his eyes closed…practically burning wholes through his eyelids. His disoriented mind was beginning to waver…and the ginger ironically slipped into unconsciousness once more. Although, he wasn't aware that somebody else was in the room with him, probably just as confused- if not more than-as he was.
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-Kristie
