I am not done, I repeat, not done. I just feel like I owe you guys at least something so here it is. Enjoy!
Bruce listened to the noise of the doctors trying to save his son. Everyone had froze, time seemed to slow down. Jim was kicked out of the room. The batfamily just froze as they listened. Bruce had put the phone on speaker. Then the doctor said the worst thing they hoped never to hear.
"I'm calling it, death time-" they stopped as the heart monitor beeped.
"He's back" another voice sighed in relief.
"He's back" Jim whispered, "Bruce get down here".
"See you in a bit, Jim" Bruce said, then hung up. They stood there, frozen, thinking over the events that just occurred, "get in the car".
When they got to the hospital, they saw Jim waiting for them.
"Jim" Bruce greeted, with a nod.
"Bruce" Jim did the same, "he's in surgery, turns out it was internal bleeding".
"Was he awake" Bruce asked.
"No, he hit his head during the crash, been unconscious ever since" Jim replied.
Bruce sighed, then Dick spoke up, "I'm gonna call Jay, he'd want to know".
Dick let and called Jason. He told him to get to get to Gotham General and he'd explain everything when he got here.
They sat down in the private waiting room, waiting for news on time. Dick had made Damian and sit on his lap and held him close, while silently crying. Damian was just sitting there with an expressionless look, thinking. Bruce sat next to them, silently drinking coffee, well Alfred was trying to contact Leslie, and Jim trying to contact Barbara.
Jason walked in and saw the song expressions, "damn, what'd I miss".
"Car accident number 3" Dick murmured.
"Oh" Jason whispered, "c'mere Dickie".
Dick moved Damian onto Bruce's lap and hugged Jason. "It's all my fault" he cried into Jason's shoulder.
"Shh, shh, Dickie it ok. He'll be fine" Jason whispered into his ear.
"He... He died" Dick sobbed.
"But he's alive right now, right? He's in surgery" Jason said, Dick nodded, "ok then, he'll be fine. He's strong".
-later-
Alfred and Jim left, Leslie was doing all she could, and Barbara was comforting Dick.
" " Bruce head shot up from its previous position in his hands. He quickly stood up and walked over to the doctor, the others soon followed.
"Is he ok? How'd the surgery go" Bruce asked.
"He will be fine, . I'll admit it was touch and go for a bit and we'll have to keep a close eye on him, but he should be fine if we don't have anymore complications" the doctor said.
"Can we see him" Dick asked, the doctor looked hesitant, but Dick added, "please".
"Fine" the doctor sighed, then quickly added, "but, we lost him a few times and he should wake up soon, so please don't get him riled up and make sure he stays calm". They all nodded and the doctor led them to Tim's room, except Barbara, she had to go back to the tower.
Dick covered his mouth and held back a sob when they saw Tim covered in so many wires and machines. Jason pulled him into his side and whispered so only he heard, "shh, Dickie, it'll be alright. He'll be fine". Jason quietly added the 'hopefully' in his head.
Guilt had risen in all of them, Bruce, because he thought he could've done something to prevent all of this from happening, Dick, if he didn't ask Tim to apologize, Jason, if he stayed when they asked him to, when Bruce came back, Barbara, if she could've done something, and Damian, if only he didn't push Tim over the edge. All of it was in the past and all they could do was think of the future, for Tim's sake.
Leslie walked in, "I got it from here, thank you". The doctor left and Leslie noticed all their shocked expressions and sighed, "He may be in pain when he wakes up or if he gets hysterical then increase his dosage of pain medicine".
Leslie left after she got a small nod from Bruce, knowing that was all she'd get out of them. Dick slowly, hesitantly, walked towards Tim's still figure. Dick kneeled down next to the bed and picked up Tim's limp hand. Tears slid down Dick's cheek, he kissed the back of Tim's hand, minding the IV that's in there.
Jason walked up behind Dick and massaged Dick's shoulders comfortingly. Bruce walked in with Damian close behind. Bruce sat on a chair on the other side of the bed, opposite of the boys. Damian stood straight, tensed, next to his father, which didn't go unnoticed. Bruce pulled Damian onto his lap, which almost made Damian yelp. Bruce kissed Damian's temple and held him close, Damian relaxed after a few seconds.
Tim's heartbeat excellerated, meaning he was waking up, it soon regulated, meaning he was listening for his surroundings. Then, Tim groaned moving his hands over his eyes, "I'm in a fucking hospital" he whispered.
"Language" Bruce mumbled, Tim opened his eyes, and looked at everyone.
"Sorry, anyone care to explain" he asked.
"Car accident" they said, simultaneously, except Damian, he didn't answer.
"Well, escaping is out the window" Tim rubbed his eyes, then looked around, "do I have a window" he mumbled.
"Damn" he mumbled not finding an escape route other than the door. Then he saw a vent. The rest of the family followed his line of sight.
"Don't even think about it, BabyBird" Jason said.
Tim didn't respond, just stared at the vent doing the math, "oh god, he'd fit in that too" Dick laughed, lightly.
"I wouldn't have to if you guys got me out of here" Tim chimed in.
"No" Bruce said, "you need to heal. You need to rest".
"But, I can do both of those at my apartment" Tim added.
"You can, but you won't. Tim, we know how you are, you'll just go home and do work. We are too much alike, it scares me" Bruce said.
"But-" Tim winced, he shut his eyes tight, his bandages we turning red. Tim's heartbeat increased, they needed to calm him down.
"Timmy?" Dick said. Jason slid his hands off Dick's shoulders as Dick stood up and Dick sat on the bed.
Jason looked at Bruce and he nodded, Jason nodded back, and went to go find Leslie.
Dick ran a hand through Tim's hair and whispered, "Timmy, I need you to calm down, please" Dick played with Tim's hair, while his other hand applied pressure on the bleeding bandages. Tim jerked, "relax, little bro, Leslie's gonna see what's wrong, she's on her way.
Tim shook his head and tried to lay on his side and curl up into a ball, but Dick wasn't having any of it. Dick laid his hand, that was in Tim's hair, on Tim's chest, keeping him still, "stay little bro". Tim's hand shooed Dick's hand, that was on the wound, but Dick didn't budge.
"Hurts" he gasped, his breathing was labored.
"I know, I'm sorry, but I have to" Dick starred up at Bruce, silently pleading him to do something.
Bruce leaned next to Damian's ear and whispered, "go to his IV and increase the pain medication" he then kissed Damian's temple, and set him on his feet. Bruce gave Damian a small push and Damian walked towards the IV pole. He rolled the rolling clamp, which is used to increase or decrease the flow of the medicine.
Tim opened his eyes and stared at Damian. Damian gave a tight smile for a few seconds, then went back to his blank expression. Damian looked up at Bruce as he stood up and walked over to the bed. Tim turned his head and stared at Bruce.
Bruce was staring at Tim's torso, then looked at Tim. Bruce gave Tim an apologetic look. Tim's eyes widened, "please don't. It hurts, please" he begged. Bruce stopped at the side of the bed and ran a hand through Tim's hair, offering a sad smile. Bruce went to apply pressure on the wound, when Tim's hands got in the way.
Bruce sighed staring at Tim's hands, then got an idea, he smirked, and applied pressure on Tim's hands, which fell onto the wound.
"You'll bleed faster if you don't calm down" Damian said.
Tim took a deep breath and they all stared at the door when Jason and Leslie walked in. Leslie rushed to the bed, "move your hands".
When they moved their hands, Bruce kept Tim's hands in his, and Bruce held Tim's hands to Tim's chest. Leslie took off the bandages and Bruce was crouching, so he's at Tim's eyes level, and whispering into Tim's ear. Tim wasn't paying attention though, he just stared at Leslie.
"Tim" he whispered, Tim looked at Bruce, "don't look, don't pay attention to what she's doing, just look at me" Tim's eyebrows furrowed, he looked at Leslie, she had gotten the bandages off. Tim attempted to curl up, but Jason grabbed his ankles and pinned them to the bed. Everyone seemed to forget Damian was in the room. Until, Dick picked him up and carried him out of the room.
"Let's go get something to eat" Dick whispered in Damian's ear as they left the room. Bruce held Tim's wrists in one hand and ran his free hand through Tim's hair.
Tim just stared at Bruce, attempting not to look at Leslie, and winced. Bruce played with Tim's hair, "it's ok, it'll be over before you know, promise. Just close your eyes and sleep".
Tim gave a pained smile and closed his eyes. He had calmed considerably until, Leslie pressed his side, Tim jolted up and screamed. Bruce's eyes widened slightly and wrapped his arms around Tim's chest. "Hey, shh, it's ok, relax, calm down" he whispered.
"I-it… sh-she… I" he stuttered.
"Shh, I know, I know, it's ok" Bruce whispered, cutting him off.
"It hurt" he whispered.
"I know, it's ok" he said.
Tim shook his head, "no it's not".
"Why's that" Bruce asked, running his hand through Tim's hair.
"Because it hurt" Tim said.
"But it's ok because she did it for a good reason" Bruce said.
"So did I" Tim said, "and Jason yelled at me".
Jason's eyes widened and Bruce raised an eyebrow at Jason, "what's he talking about".
"Nothing" Jason said, quickly, "it's the meds, he's not thinking clearly".
"Jason, don't lie to me" Bruce warned.
"I can't tell you" Jason said, "it's his secret, I just found out by accident".
Leslie slowly reached for the rolling clamp, but Tim grabbed her wrist. Leslie was surprised by the tight grip Tim had, especially in his current condition, she tried to pry his fingers of. His grip only tightened, "Bruce".
"Tim, let go" he whispered, the grip only tightened.
"Don't" Tim grounded out.
Jason let go of Tim's feet and walked over to Leslie and pried Tim's hand off her. Leslie increased the dose. Tim ripped out his IV and sighed in relief. He leaned back against Bruce.
"Tim" Bruce said, Tim leaned his head back and looked at Bruce, "you have to keep that in", Tim shook his head, then Bruce asked, "why".
"She's trying to get me to sleep" he said, simply.
"You need your rest" Bruce whispered, Tim shook his head.
"Not that kind of sleep" he said, Bruce glanced up and Leslie curiously.
"What are you talking about Tim" he looked back at Tim.
"Surgery" Tim whispered, "she wants to do another procedure, I saw it on her face".
"Leslie?" Bruce looked at her.
"His appendix is in bad condition, we have to remove it, now" she said.
"No" Tim said, stubbornly, and glared at her.
Dick and Damian walked in, "woah, I'm gone for ten minutes and this is what happens?" Dick asked.
"Nope, the discussion is over, we're going home" Tim tried to slide off the bed, but Bruce wrapped his arms around him.
"No, Leslie go get ready, we'll deal with him" Bruce said, he got two reactions.
"Ok" Leslie said, then left the room.
"BRUCE!" Tim yelled, turning to face him.
"Boys, give us a minute" Bruce sighed, they nodded and left, closing the door after them.
"Tim, you're doing this" he said, sternly.
"No, I'm not" he shook his head.
"Yes, you are" Bruce's eyebrows furrowed. He grabbed the IV and reached for Tim's hand. Tim jerked his hand away and started backing up.
"Stay away from me" he said. He slipped off the bed and kept backing up.
"Tim-" Bruce started.
"No!" he yelled, not caring what Bruce was going to say "Bruce, I am an emancipated minor, you do not get to make these decisions for me, I said no, so it's a no".
Bruce got up and walked up to him, "Tim, calm down, you're freaking out".
"Freaking out! I'm not freaking out!" he paused, "ok maybe I am… but I have every right to be!".
"Tim, breathe" Bruce said, calmly, acting like he was approaching a cornered, injured animal.
Tim took a deep breath and looked up at Bruce with tears eye, "I don't want to" he whispered.
"Hey, it's ok, I can ask Leslie to be there with you" he whispered.
Tim had tears sliding down his face and he blinked up at Bruce, "r-really" he asked.
"Of course" Bruce said, slightly offended, "now, come here" he whispered.
Tim hesitantly walked over to Bruce, who picked him up, and carried him to the bed. He laid him down and grabbed the IV. Tim's eyes widened and he tried to get up, but a hand on his chest kept him down.
"It's ok, it won't take you to sleep, I'll lower the dose, it'll just make you…dozy" Bruce said, "Do you trust me?".
"Promise, promise you'll be there" Tim said.
"I promise" Bruce said, "hand" he held out his hand and waited. Tim hesitantly gave Bruce his arm. Bruce pulled out a disinfectant and cleaned the blood from when Tim pulled it out. Tim winced and Bruce rubbed the injection spot, "it's ok, almost done" Bruce put the IV in it's previous position.
"Ow" Tim winced, Bruce ran his hand through Tim's hair, and lowered the dose.
Leslie walked in, "ready?" She asked.
"Yes" Bruce smiled down at Tim and Leslie started pulling the bed to the room, but Tim immediately grabbed Bruce's hand, "Leslie, this is happening under one condition, I'm there".
Leslie was hesitant, then nodded, "fine". Tim pulled Bruce along as Leslie pulled the bed to the operation room.
"Boys, we'll be back, we have to do another surgery" Bruce said, as they passed the guys, "Jason knows the details… well most of them".
Jason answered all their questions, while Bruce was with Tim. When they got to the OR Tim was hesitant. Bruce sat on the bed with Tim's head on his lap. He was playing with Tim's hair, while Leslie worked.
In the middle of surgery Tim's heartbeat spiked, unknown to them Tim had been awake for a few minutes, he groaned. "Hey, it's ok, relax, give us a sec, we'll give you more anesthesia".
Leslie did exactly that and continued the surgery, but there was a slight problem, Tim had slipped into cardiac arrest. Bruce held him down as Leslie gave him something that'll calm him down. A few moments later, Tim had calmed down. Leslie finished the surgery.
Leslie pushed the bed back into the room while Bruce cradled his head, Tim woke up when they were half way there. Tears slipped down his face, "hey, what's wrong?".
"It hurt" he said, more tears slipping down.
"It was only a second, right?" Bruce asked, Tim shook his head, "how long".
Tim shrugged, "it felt like eternity, but probably a few minutes in reality".
"I'm sorry, my poor baby, I'm so sorry" Bruce whispered.
"What's wrong" Damian asked as we passed them.
"He woke up during surgery" Bruce wiped Tim's tears, "it's ok, no more, I promise" he whispered.
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