A/N: Written for Abby-As-Sue.29. Sorry it took so long to get up!

Fractured

"Argh!" Tim clutched his wrist, gasping in pain. Everything hurt, his back, his chest, his legs, and especially his wrist.

It wasn't that pain was unfamiliar to him. Timothy Drake, the newest addition to Bruce Wayne's family, was all too familiar with the sharp stab of being wounded in combat. Being Robin carried that particular hazard. There were many times when Tim's father had attempted to pull his only son out of the game after an injury.

This time, though, the pain was different. This time Tim had not been burned, stabbed or bitten. This time Tim had climbed too high in one of the ancient trees on the grounds of Wayne Manor. This time one of the old boughs had snapped beneath him. This time Tim's injury had been caused by falling out of a tree.

The pain of humiliation at having to wait for Wally West to come rescue him was almost worse than the pain of his broken wrist.

Wally sped up and looked down at Tim. "Dude, what happened? Are you alright?'

"My wrist,' Time managed to grunt through clenched teeth. He still found it hard to breathe after having the wind knocked out of him.

Wally nodded and helped Tim stand, but the third Robin yelped as soon as he tried to put weight on his left leg.

"Want me to take you to the ER?" Wally wasked

Tim nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Really, Tim was incredibly lucky that Wally had gotten to Gotham early. If not, Tim might have laid there for several hours, possible all night, before being found. Since Bruce was in London for business, and since Alfred had gone with him, Dick had been planning on coming home from Blüdhaven for the weekend. Wally, who had been trying to find an excuse to fly out from Paolo Alto and visit, had jumped at the chance of a guys' weekend.

Wally's flight had been scheduled to get in three hours from now, but the uncharacteristically speedy airlines had gotten him to Gotham early. He and Tim had been playing extreme hide-and-seek using their various hero abilities when Tim fell. As it so happened, Tim had been planning on climbing that tree already, so it worked out brilliantly that Wally had been there to rescue him after he had fallen.

"Hello?"

"Dick?" Richard Grayson was mildly surprised to hear the voice of his best friend on the other end of the phone.

"Did your flight get in early?" Dick asked. He made to grab his favorite leather jacket off the back of the couch. "I'll be there to pick—"

"I've been in Gotham for about four hours," Wally admitted. "I was hanging out with Tim." Dick noticed the worry in the back of Wally's voice. "He fell out of a tree."

Dick's brow creased. "Is he ok?"

Wally hesitated, and Dick could clearly picture his worried look. "He broke his left leg and his right wrist. And he has three cracked ribs and a concussion." Wally took a deep breath. "The doctor says he was lucky not to have snapped his neck."

Dick swallowed his worry. Being Robin had been the only thing that had saved his little brother. "I'll be right over." He hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch before running out the door.

A/N: Hope you guys like! Yep, a little thing like a tree is enough to do anyone in. :)

~Red~