Chapter 7: Traveling through Hell
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"What do you mean?" Ollie demanded of the doctor.
Just like Ollie to get defensive, Roy thought as he watched the doctor back away from the enraged archer.
"He almost died, Mr. Arrow. He would died if they had found an hour later. He is going to have to go through intense rehab. There will be physical rehabilitation but there will also be therapy. He will need a good support network."
"Thanks for the opinion, doc. Go bother someone who needs a councilor. The boy got himself into this mess and he can get himself out," Ollie said curtly.
"Mr. Arrow please understand--"
"If you don't want me to shove a titanium arrow up your ass then you will leave right now. I know how to handle my own kid. Get the hell out of here and go bother someone else!"
The slamming of the door alerted Roy that the doctor had fled. He could feel Ollie's gaze once more directed towards him.
Come on old man, make my day.
Hours later Roy felt like his head was going to explode from the tension in the room. The doctors were a chaotic mess around him. The pain coursed through his entire body. His mind droned with the constant knowledge of what was happening to him.
He had put himself in this hospital bed. He had been the culpit. The one enemy who could destroy him had been himself.
Ollie had yelled for hours and pulled Roy through hell. There was the constant rantings of how Roy was going to have to suffer the consequences alone.
"I didn't inject you with that shit. I didn't force you to turn towards drugs. I sure as damn well didn't cause this problem. You did this to yourself, you ungrateful little bastard. You are going t get yourself clean and you are going to stay that way. I won't put up with a drug addict."
It was bad enough that Roy knew he would have no support from his old man.
When the hell is Ollie ever supportive? He's more a drama queen than Batman. If he could just keep his pants on or his mouth closed then he wouldn't have so many problems. I'm the one with issues. The old man should go see a shrink or two.
Roy didn't hear her come into the room. He didn't feel her cold hands stroke his face. His body hurt and the mask was beginning to irritate him.
"Roy," Raven said softly.
He twitched looking towards her.
"You came back," he said softly.
She nodded. She could feel the pain going through him. He wasn't able to hide his emotions well from her.
"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone," she whispered.
"You didn't. You left me with Hal," he answered calmly.
"Hal?"
"Green Lantern. He's a good guy. Says he'll stick around and help me with rehab. Black Canary, and Flash said they would too. Ollie…Green Arrow…he doesn't want a part of it. What's going on with the others?"
She winced slightly at the question. She couldn't tell him that the other Titans were angry. He probably had already guessed that.
"Roy, I think you should wait until you hear about the others. You're on edge as it is."
"Don't coddle me. I won't break," he said raising his voice.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Send Dick in."
Her eyes widened at the name.
"You do know who Dick is right?"
"Considering my minds linked to his, I should hope so. How did you know?"
"Ollie used to be a billionaire. I met Dick at one of Bruce's parties. After that we bonded a little bit."
"Why didn't you tell him what was going on?"
"Like he's a real open guy to talk to. Just send him in. I don't care if he's pissed at me."
She wanted to argue. She wanted to make him listen but she knew him too well. Roy would must likely get out of the bed if she didn't go find Robin.
She glided out of the room silently. Why the hell was doing this for him?
"Roy wants to see you, Dick," she said once she had gotten Robin to a dark corner.
His eyes widened at the use of Speedy's real name. He said nothing as he entered the hospital room.
To be continued...
