Wooo! Second to last chapter...probably.
Chaos. That's how she'd describe it. There were memories leaping at her in all directions. Elephants charged, wires unhinged, Joker cards littered the air. It was like all his past and future thoughts had been unleashed.
The pain bouncing off the walls of his mind was overwhelming, but she had to keep pushing. She soared through the levels that J'onn had managed to unravel until she came to a large set of doors. It was a little cliché; usually unlocking something this deep would require a lot more effort, but then again, in the back of his mind Robin was blunt and straightforward, just like Batman.
She placed her hand on the threadbare wood, her eyes glowing green as she focused. Breaking into someone's subconscious was dangerous, not to mention difficult. It had taken J'onn a week to get this far. But she was M'gann M'orzz. She had learned years ago that she wasn't any ordinary Martian, especially when it came to her telepathic powers.
She stopped. A bright light was seeping through the key hole, growing brighter and brighter.
"Noooooooo!" Dick's voice erupted from the other side, causing her to step back cautiously.
The doors blew open, sending a wave of light upon her and knocking her to the floor. She heard an alarm go off somewhere in the distance and realized Dick's heart had stopped. She needed to hurry. They could always start his heart again, but once his brain was dead…
She got up off the ground and walked through the double doors. It looked like a bomb had gone off, like some cataclysmic event had destroyed everything.
M'gann found herself in a barren wasteland that had been stained gray with ash. What was left of the buildings and trees were on fire, and violent tremors shook the crumbling ground. His mind was becoming unstable. Like seriously unstable.
Thunder cackled from the terrible storm clouds above, sending a streak of lightning and another quake upon her.
It had to be the defibrillator. They were trying to bring Dick back to life.
Something landed on her nose. She looked up to see little lights and torn pieces of paper raining down, like shreds of many memories, and she was worried he was lost forever.
But then she caught sight of something a couple hundred yards away, grasping onto the ledge.
Dick.
He was desperately trying to hold on, his fingers slipping across the hoary rock. He was dangling over an abyss, the bottom of the pit ghostly white, as if heaven was calling him and wouldn't take no for an answer. M'gann soared through the air and dove for Dick's arm just as his hand left the edge.
She caught his scrawny wrist, and his weight along with her momentum caused her to slide forward so far she was almost in need of saving herself. They came to a solid stop, and M'gann released her breath. She'd gotten there just in time.
She looked down at Dick, who was hanging onto her with fear in his sapphire eyes. He had burn marks on his clothes and skin, and they looked so real she had to remind herself it was all in his mind. They were still in his mind! Hello, Megan!
She hauled him up using all her strength. Dick wasn't very heavy, but there was some kind of force pulling him down. It was frighteningly indomitable. Once on the ground, he collapsed into her arms, panting and shaking with a blend of emotions. At first she was taken off guard; this was the son of a certain bat, right? But then she saw past Robin and instead found a little boy who had lost more valuable things to him than anyone she had ever known. She rubbed soothing circles over his back, just like she did when Gar needed comforting.
It was over. Dick had broken free from his coma.
The next lightning strike illuminated the sky.
M'gann's eyes jerked open at the same time electricity traveled through Dick's body. He twitched, but his muscles barely contracted.
The doctor removed the electrode paddles from the right breast and left rib cage of Dick's chest. "I need 1200 volts at 360."
The nurse he was speaking to hesitated. "That's more than a 700 volt increase-"
"Do it!" He ordered. The nurse complied, and the doctor placed the paddles back on Dick's body. "Charging, charging!"
"Clear!"
Dick lurched upward this time, but the awful prolongation of the beep remained. The nurses stared at the heart monitor with wide eyes. He was still flatlined. They had three chances, as many as the machine could offer, and they were all up. That's when the doctor swore and began performing CPR on Dick. He pushed down on his chest forcefully and swiftly. "…28…29…30…" He blew twice into Dick's mouth.
Come on.
"…21…22…23…"
Come on, Dick.
He was still unresponsive. After another two rounds the doctor sat back, pain and sorrow already drilling holes inside his eyes. He removed his sterile mask to mutter, "He's gone."
No! M'gann covered her mouth to stop herself from freeing a strangled cry. How did this happen? She had just been with him in his mind. He had just been looking at her with those beautiful eyes, the unmasked wonders that she was so rarely acquainted with. He couldn't really be…gone.
Everyone in the room turned towards the adolescent. Long strands of ebony hair draped over his forehead, pale face and slightly open mouth tilted upright. He had barely reached the peak of his years, had barely seen the world.
Dick was dead.
The doctor slowly moved towards the heart monitor, facing the wretched reality of losing another patient. He so rarely failed, so rarely messed up. Now he'd have to tell the boy's father, his friends; the same old heart-wrenching process. Sometimes he wondered why he'd taken up this field in the first place. It was to help people, right? Then why couldn't he help Dick Grayson?
He realized something was wrong. He stopped, turning on his heels to face the stunned expressions of his colleagues. It took him a moment, but then he too shared an air of astonishment. It wasn't that something was wrong, in fact, it was the complete opposite. The long beeping that had filled their ears for the past ten minutes had ceased to a slowly progressing chirp.
He whipped around to the monitor, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The waves were dancing again, not at a vigorous rate, but they were moving! And…that wasn't all. His brain was…fully functioning. The doctor blinked, making sure he wasn't just seeing things.
His eyes darted to Dick. His stomach rose and fell peacefully, just like it should. Dick groaned and fluttered his eyes.
"Yes!"
The nurse closest to the exclamation jumped and looked around, but M'gann had already disappeared through the door. She seemed to be the only one who noticed a sudden outburst of joyous cries from outside the room.
The doctor let out a chortle of disbelief. This kid had just come out of a 10 day coma and almost 11 minutes in the afterlife.
Kind of stupid, I know. I didn't really have a plan when I started writing this story, only that Dick was injected with a toxin. So forgive me if I'm a little scatter-brained and what not. Review pretty please!