Wally groaned quietly as he woke, feeling a deep, exhausted ache all over his body. For a few moments he couldn't remember what had happened, and panic stirred in his chest, but the memories trickled back and that... that didn't calm him. His parents, his old life, that was something he wouldn't mind forgetting again, because it hurt, the physical blow and the emotional ones. The redhead bit his lip, opening his eyes as he felt tears stinging behind them.

A quick glance around revealed the hospital room he first woke up in, and his uncle sitting in a chair by his bed. Barry, was Barry safe? Did he know what happened in that house? Did he want Wally to hurt? He didn't know the answers to those questions, and he was too afraid to ask.

His uncle was holding his hand, and he quickly wriggled it free.

"Wally?" The blond immediately sat up, staring at him intensely.

Wally swallowed, hunching his shoulders up as he fixed his gaze on one corner of the room. He wasn't ready to talk. Especially not to Barry. Even when he sounded like… that.

"Wally? Who hurt you?" He sounded broken. Was that real? Was that a trick? "Wally, please, look at me."

His hand came up to touch his shoulder, but it froze when Wally flinched, his heart breaking at the action. Whoever did this, whoever hurt and scared his baby so bad he was frightened by such a small movement, they were dead. Barry'd hunt them down and end them, he promised silently.

"Oh, Wally." He whispered, pulling his hand back. "I'll, uh, I'll just get the doctor."

Barry stood and left, and Wally relaxed a little, letting out a tiny sigh. He didn't like hearing Barry sound so sad, but he couldn't risk it. He liked what happened the night before even less. Wally tensed again when the door cracked open, fixing it with a suspicious glare. That look didn't lessen up much, even when it opened more to reveal Robin.

"Wally?" The boy sounded sad too, and his glare faltered. "Since, uh, the Fla- Barry isn't going on a killing spree… I guess you didn't tell him what happened?"

Wally bit his lip, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping an arm around it. No, he didn't, and he didn't want to talk about it now. Just go away, Rob, go away, go away, go awa- He squawked when the boy appeared right next to him, settling on the bed.

"You can talk to me, Wally." The boy leaned against his leg, cushioning his cheek on a knee. Wally froze, watching him with wide eyes. Robin sent him a small smile, and settled against him more. "I want to help you. I… you're my friend. My best friend."

Wally swallowed, bending his head down to rest his own cheek on his other knee, and his nose brushed against Robin's as he did. They were so close, and it was nice, but if he was going to say this, he needed space. So he closed his eyes.

"Are… is it normal." He paused, his voice breaking. "Are your parents supposed to hurt you?"

He could feel Robin tense and he hurried on.

"Because they did, well, Dad did, he hit me- it doesn't hurt anymore but it did before, it scared me- and Mom, she was just, she wasn't like Barry or you or the team, she didn't really care she just told me to go to my room and don't leave without permission don't eat don't be a nuisance- and that shouldn't have hurt right? But it did, and Dad said I was nothing and maybe that's true, me- now me not old me, I'm not much of anything but-"

The words just poured out of him and he didn't stop until lips were on his and that made the words die quickly in his throat. Robin pulled back slowly, one hand nestled in his hair and the other covering the hand with the IV. Wally opened his eyes, staring at the boy and lifting his head. Robin didn't smile or turn red, he just looked… sad and angry and it made the breath catch in Wally's throat.

He reached up to wipe at Wally's face, and he hadn't even realized he'd been crying until that point, but it made sense.

"Wally, that's not okay." His voice was surprisingly steady for how much he was trembling.

"Oh, good." Wally breathed, deflating a little. "I thought, maybe that was normal. That you guys sent me there so I would get hurt." He added when he saw the confusion on his face.

Robin shook his head rapidly, squeezing his hand.

"No, never! I never, ever want you to feel hurt, Wally. I just want you to be safe and happy, but obviously sending you home did neither." The boy forced a laugh, shaking his head. "You don't have to go back. You can stay here, or with me. Or with Barry, anywhere but that place."

Wally froze up again when he mention his uncle, and Robin made a soothing noise, quickly making sense of the reaction.

"I promise, Barry didn't want you to get hurt. He didn't know that would happen. If he knew, he wouldn't take you to your parents."

Wally nodded after a moment of thought, leaning into his friend with an exhausted sigh.

"If you say so. I'll…. I'll tell him about it. When he comes back."