"God damnit!" Dick shouted as he threw the remote across the room.
"Dick I know this is upsetting for you but you are just going to have to live with it."
"Do you have any idea what it has been like I have been going crazy stuck in this bed for two weeks and now you tell me that it will be two weeks more? Are you freaking kidding me?"
"I know it sucks but that was Leslie's recommendation. Your body is not healing as well as we had hoped. So yes you need another two weeks before you can get out of bed."
"Bruce what am I supposed to do huh? What am I supposed to do you tell me that!"
Bruce sat on the bed next to Dick. He was so tired it felt like all he had done for the last two weeks were comfort people and bring them back from the brink. He was really sick of it.
"I know Dick, I know it is bad but you will get through it. We will get through it together ok?"
Dick just shook his head and stared out the window.
"Look why don't you call Barbara and ask her to come over? That would be nice for you."
Dick remained silent and stared out the window.
"Alright well I am going to go and check on Tim."
Tim hadn't come out of his room much the past two weeks. Bruce was really starting to get worried about him. He just had no idea what was going on in Tim's head and so therefore had no idea how to help him. Bruce had tried to get him to go back to school but Tim had cried and begged him not to make him go. So Bruce relented. Other than that he woke up every night screaming and spent his days in his room.
"Hey Tim how ya doing?" Bruce asked as casually and nicely as possible.
Tim looked at him and Bruce could tell he had been crying.
"Oh Timmy what is it?"
"I-I tried, I tried, but I couldn't."
"Couldn't what?"
"Save him"
"Save who?"
"Dick!"
"Tim Dick is fine he is right down the hall."
"He is? But I thought…"
"Oh Tim have you been having your hallucinations again?"
Tim nodded and crawled into Bruce's arms sobbing.
"Bruce what is wrong with me? When am I going to get better?"
"I don't know Tim it is just going to take time. How would you feel about going to see a specialist?"
"You mean talking to a complete stranger?"
"Well yes, but more than that it would be someone who specializes in this type of thing someone who could really help you."
"I suppose if you think it would help I could give it a try."
"There's my boy."
"How is Dick?"
"Furious about having to spend more time in bed but otherwise ok."
"Good"
"Tim you know I will always be here for you right? Whatever you need."
"Yes I know."
"Ok then"
"Do you think it would be ok if I go in and see Dick?"
"Yah I do. It might cheer him up a bit."
Bruce went downstairs into the kitchen and began to rummage through the cabinets. He heard the two boys talking and it warmed his heart. No matter how much their hearts or minds were hurting they were always able to find comfort in each other. It made him feel good to know that as long as they had each other they would be ok. Even if they didn't have him.