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My medical terminology has come from years of waching Grey's Anatomy and having been a surgical patient. That's 'bout it. Kay. Enjoy *waves*

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Wally felt strange, like he'd been hit with a baseball bat.

And then a truck.

He could hear the slow beep next to him, seeing the heart monitor to his right. His nose itched, a nasal cannula feeding him a stream of cold oxygen. He could hear other people milling around but all he could see was white.

I must be in the emergency medical bay, he thought. Turning his head to the side, he tried looking around to see where he was exactly, but again, all he saw was the white from a large curtain hanging from the ceiling.

Achingly, he turned his head to the right, lifting his arm from the bed to grab the call button. It wasn't far, but it still felt like he was moving through water. He felt exhausted after the small movement and plopped his arm back on the bed and waited, not having long to do so as a flurry of feet sounded on the other side of his curtain. The white sheet flew back as medical personnel rushed into his area, looking for the emergency.

Dr. Richards wasn't far behind, he was expecting to see Flash in another seizure, and instead surprise lit his face when he saw the speedster's green eyes open and staring at him. There was a domino mask in place, but they had the eyeholes cut so they could do routine check ups on his progress.

"Flash! You're awake!" He looked at the nearest intern, "Grab an IV bag of fluids and start him on the calorie mix, we'll want him alert as soon as possible."

"Yes doctor." The intern rushed away, going to fetch what the doctor had asked for.

Dr. Richards sidled up to the speedster's bed, noticing that he was sluggish, but aware. "Flash, it's Dr. Richards, do you know where you are?" Flash nodded, eyes opening and closing as he tried to blink away the fog in his head. "Alright, we're going to get you started on some fluids, bring up your blood sugar. You're a bit sluggish because we had to give you an anti-toxin. You had a seizure. Do you remember?"

Flash nodded.

"Okay," Dr. Richards continued with his check up. He shined the small flashlight in Wally's eyes. The intern returned with the IV bag and hooked the hero to the fluids. Almost immediately, Wally perked up, less blinking.

"Is that helping?" Wally nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Good. It should kick in here in a few moments, you're metabolism will break it down quickly because you're a little low on calories, but we'll get you up to speed." Dr. Richards patted the speedster's less injured shoulder, smiling as he adjusted the morphine and IV levels, taking note of the readings on the monitor.

Wally took a deep breath, his movements easier as the morphine and fluids kicked in, his awareness going into overdrive. Images flashed through his mind, twinges of pain through his body. Dr. Richards noticed the hitch in his breathing, his hands going to his stethoscope to listen to his patient's lungs.

"Flash, are you having any trouble breathing?" Wally shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Dr. Richard wrapped the instrument back around his neck, "We can get you a mask if you need it. Nurse—" Wally grasped the doctor's wrist, getting his attention.

"I remember." Wally croaked, breaking into a coughing fit. Dr. Richards grabbed the small cup from the bedside table, filling it with water from the bottle of water sitting next to it.

Dr. Richards frowned, confusion etching his face as he handed the hero the small cup of water. "You remember the seizure?"

Wally shook his head, taking a sip before answering.

"Everything." Dr. Richard's eyes widened. "I remember everything."

Wally closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Dr. Richards ran his hands trough his hair, letting out a sigh. "Do you have your communicator? If you know anything I can relay it to Batman—"

Wally furrowed his brow, slowly adjusting his bed into a sitting position. "What do you mean 'relay it to Batman'? Where is Batman?"

Dr. Richards shuffled his feet, a twinge of awkwardness hitting him, "Um. Well, Flash. Batman isn't here."

Wally stared at the doctor, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn't, he pushed, "Well where is he?"

"I believe the went to the warehouse…" Wally groaned, his head falling into his hands.

"Why would they do that! They don't even know what they're walking right into!" He grabbed the sheets on his bed, tossing them to the side as he tried to clamber out of the hospital bed. "I have to warn them."

"Oh no you don't!" Dr. Richards ran up to the struggling hero, pushing him back against the bed with ease. "I'm not about to become bat chow because you decided to go all kamikaze and get yourself killed." Wally opened his mouth to object, but Dr. Richards wasn't having it.

"No. Flash, you are in no condition to do anything but stay here in this room and recuperate. You'll be back up and risking your life soon enough."

Wally just rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated groan as his body silently agreed with the doctor. "Fine. Hand me my ear piece so I can at least call him to tell him they're about to walk into a pack of very hungry hyenas. Please." Dr. Richards nodded, looking around for the small device.

"I'm probably gonna have to grab it from someone else. They took it with your other stuff when you were brought in." Wally crossed his arms, Dr. Richards taking that as 'go get it' and so he left the hospital room, off to find the communicator. But not before grabbing a passing Atom, aka Ray Palmer.

"Dr. Palmer," Atom stopped, smiling at the medical doctor.

"What can I do for you doctor?"

"Can you go and sit by Flash in med bay three? I'm afraid he'll try to get up and do something stupid before I get the chance to patch him up." Palmer just laughed, nodding as he laid a reassuring hand on the flustered doctor's shoulder.

"I'll see what I can do," He smiled and walked into the area, Dr. Richards feeling a bit better now that someone Flash respected might be able to keep him level headed.

Ray Palmer walked to the speedster's side, shocked by all the bandages and bruises. He frowned, he'd heard that Wally has been in bad shape, but seeing it was different than hearing about it and the founding members had kept their youngest founder away from prying eyes as much as possible. He had a feeling a certain bat had a hand in that more than the others. Though an injured Flash always meant an overprotective Founding 7.

Wally looked up as he made his way to the chair in the corner of the room, a small smile as greeting.

"I'm here to make sure you aren't stupid." He said, laughing as Wally pouted in his hospital bed.

"You don't need to babysit me Ray. I'm going to stay put." Ray just snorted, "Alright, alright. For now."

"We're just trying to make sure you get better Wally. You've got to let you're body heal. We all want you to get through this and in order to do that, you need to listen to Dr. Richards. He knows what he's doing, and he's saved your life twice now."

Wally sighed, "I know. I just hate being on the sidelines, you know?" Ray nodded, "I mean you know how it was after I took out Luthor and Braniac. They barely let me out of their sight, let alone out into the field."

Ray nodded, he remembered. They'd almost lost Flash when Luthor and Brainiac had tried to take over the world. The founding members hadn't taken that well and Flash had pouted and whined for a week before they finally let him go into any fights. Then it had been a little longer after that until they didn't send one other founding member with him on missions. Usually Batman or Hawkgirl.

"You're important to us Wally and they're just worried about you." Wally looked up at him, he sighed at the sad look in the younger hero's eyes. "You'll probably have to live with it for a little while after this, but you're important to the League, Wally. We were all scared when they rolled you in on that stretcher."

Wally stared at his feet, a frown marring his face, "I remember it all, Ray. When I first got back, I didn't but something about that seizure brought it all flooding back."

Ray nodded, "Repressed memories have a way of showing themselves in strange ways. It might've been what caused the seizure in the first place." Wally thought about that, but it only made his head hurt more.

Wally looked up from the end of the bed, Dr. Richards coming into the room with a small plastic bag. The earpiece in the plastic. "Here it is, Flash." He gave the hero the device, watching as Flash put it in his ear.

Just as he started to turn the device on, a huge crash sounded from outside the room.

"What the—" Richards and Atom ran to the door, rushing into a chaotic hall filled with running heroes. The alarm was blaring, red lights flashing giving the halls an eerie look.

"What's happening?" Wally shouted from his bed, arm wrapped around his chest as he tried to see what was going on.

Ray ran to the speedster's side, "You have to stay here. Don't be stupid." He pushed the speedster back on the bed, running out into the hall as another explosion came from the other end. Wally grit his teeth, his body shooting with pain as the boom shook his hospital bed. He flung his legs over the side of the bed, wobbling a little as he grabbed onto the IV stand for support. He managed to hobble to the door before another explosion almost sent him to the ground. He opened the door only to find a huffing Dr. Richards on the other side.

Dr. Richards pushed Flash back into the hospital room, glancing down the hall before pulling him by the hospital gown back out into the now debris ridden hall. "You need to come with me, Flash." Wally looked at the doctor, perplexed. Dr. Richards sighed, rolling his eyes as he ushered the injured hero out the door and down the hall towards the transporters.

"Someone is here with a lot of fire power and they're looking for you." Wally's eyes widened, another explosion toppling him into Dr. Richards, the doctor catching him and supporting him as they made their way down the hall. "I heard them yelling to find you alive, so that's a bonus, but that probably means they want to take you somewhere and as I said before, I do not have any intention of dying by Batman's hands." Wally chuckled, his face grimaced in pain as they managed to make it to the aircraft hangar doors. Heroes were rushing around them as they went to go fight whatever was attacking the tower. The tower was only quarter-staffed at the moment, most heroes off on other missions or in their own cities.

Just as they were rounding the bend, Booster Gold flew into the wall, crumpling in a heap on the floor. Dr. Richards steadied Flash before rushing to the golden hero's aid, but Booster simply pushed him back as a black-clad man wearing a ski mask cam barreling at him, knocking him unconscious.

The masked man turned from the unconscious Booster, to look at Flash, eyes lighting in excitement. He lifted his wrist, "Code red! Code red! I've got him, by the hangar doors."

Dr. Richards whirled around, grabbing Flash and shoving them through the hangar doors, pressing the red 'lock' button. "That's not going to hold for long and you need to get out of here." He thrust something into Wally's bandaged hands, Wally glanced down to see it was his uniform ring, smiling at the doctor before clutching the ring in his fist.

"What about you?"

Dr. Richard just chuckled. "I'm the Watchtower team doctor, they're going to need me here once you leave." Wally started to protest, but stopped when he saw Dr. Richard's face, "You get into a Javelin and fly to wherever you feel safest. Once you're there tell no one, but Batman or another Leaguer, not even me. You're clearly important to these men and they're going to try their hardest to get to you." A thunk hit the doors, the metal bending towards them. Wally glanced at the crunching metal as it started to bend more under their pursuers punches.

"Go!" Richards shouted, Wally just shook his head.

"I'm not going to leave you here alone, we'll take him out and go together!" The door crashed in, the man in black now had back up, another black clad, ski mask wearing thug. They advanced on Flash and the doctor. Gripping the silver pole of his IV stand, Flash waited until ski mask one was closer, then swung, catching the assailant by surprise.

"Yeah! Betcha thought I was some wimp! Not today creepy ninja!" He lashed out again with the IV stand, this time catching ski mask on the side of his head. A large gash appeared, but quickly sealed itself, looking as though it hadn't been there. Wally stood, mouth open as he watched the flesh heal itself. Ski mask merely shook his head and continued advancing on Flash.

"Okay, Walls, this guy isn't you're run of the mill ninja...thing." Wally tossed the IV stand at ski mask, feeling his IV rip from his hand. He glanced over at the doctor, surprised to see him holding his own against the other ski mask as he used a discarded scrap of metal against the other ski mask.

Flash looked away, surprised to find his ski mask quickly approaching, darting to the left as the bumbling attacker tried to get him. Wally winced, but grinned, "Ha! I may be a little down for the count, but I'm still faster than you!" The ski mask just growled, running at him again. Wally grabbed him by the arm, whirling in a circle before sending him into the wall, his head cracking as he slumped to the ground. Wally rushed over to the doctor, just as he sent a slumped Dr. Richards a few feet away. Wally punched the other assailant in quick fashion, disorienting the ski mask long enough to spin and grab him around the neck, trying to knock him out with a chokehold.

"C'mon dang it! Sleep!" Wally looked over at Dr. Richards on the floor, his eye was swelling and a little blood was at the corner of his mouth. He was unconscious but Wally could see him breathing. The ski mask in the chokehold grabbed Wally's hand, the sudden strength in the man's grip surprising him.

"Holy shit! You're strong!" The man laughed as he flipped Wally onto his back, knocking all the wind out of him. Wally rolled away just as a boot landed where his head had been. "Hey! That's not nice! You really shouldn't kick someone when they're down." He zipped to the other side of the hangar, grabbing things and hurling them at the charging man. Just as he was about to grab the man, the shiny glint from the man's arm caught his eye, there was a metal brace on his arm. "That must be what's making him so strong." He yelped, his opponent had managed to grab his bad shoulder. His vision dimmed, the adrenaline rush he'd had slowly fading and being replaced by excruciating pain.

"AH!" He screamed, a boot catching him in the ribs and sending him sprawling to the ground. He crawled away, trying to grab, the IV stand he'd used earlier, but was stopped when he felt a sharp pain rip through his leg, feeling the ski mask's boot come down in his shin.

The man in the ski mask, grabbed Wally by his hair, lifting him up, ignoring his screams as more men in black came into the room.

"Stop fuckin' around!We need him alive! Grab him and let's go!" The man who held Wally growled and clenched his teeth, punching Wally in the back of the head, knocking the hero out cold.

Dr. Richards woke up on the floor, his eyes focusing on a dozen black clad men carting Flash onto a waiting ship now in the hangar.

Terrific burst through the door yelling for them to stop just as the ramp shut. Richards watched Mr. Terrific scramble after them, fear and dread filling him as he watched the ship leave.

They had Flash.

Terrific groaned, arm clutched to his chest as he watched the ship leave. "Man," He said, "Batman is so going to kill me."

Dr. Richards grimaced, partially because he was hurting, but mostly because he didn't want to face the angry bat once he got to the Watchtower and Flash was gone.

Hell hath no fury like an angry bat.

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Truth. Ray Palmer is closer to Silver Age/JLU Ray Palmer. Dr. Richards is fictional so you can insinuate any background between him and Ray that you like.

Also, I find Booster Gold annoying so I knocked him out. sorrynotsorry.

Thanks for reading!