Hello guys,
First off. I apologise for the mistake I made last time- I'm aware you can't have a fractured and broken arm at the same time.
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Artemis sped down the hallway, slipping and sliding as she did. Her legs tangled underneath her, and she was finding it increasingly hard to breathe. "You're such an IDIOT Wally!" For a few moments, she wondered why the rest of the team hadn't arrived at the mountain yet, but she didn't stop to think or dwell on that point, she had to get to Wally.
She rushed towards the spotlessly clean infirmary doors, grabbing the sterile handle of the one to her left, tugging at it. In her panic, she underestimated her strength, the door fell open with a thud, but she didn't care, she was now solely focused on Wally, in the centre of the room...walking.
The feeling of touching the floor, however cold it was, with the tense bottoms of his feet made him smile. His toes moved, flexing against the tile, without any orders. Wally didn't concentrate on the fact that he had no idea if he was not healed, nor did he pay attention to the lumps on his knee, or to Artemis, stood, eyes wide in the doorway. He just stood, feet to floor, smiling.
It felt to him like years since he had last taken a step forward...or backwards. He had spent so long lying lifeless in an uncomfortable bed, on a kitchen floor, and on a bedroom carpet, he had forgotten the strange sensation that came to him whenever he walked now- he missed been able to walk without thought put into it, and without pure control, but it was better than nothing.
He took a step forward, the bizarre sensation, and the sound of every joint clicking in his legs made his shiver, but he didn't stop. He was walking. He was shaky at first, the dull pain and paroxysms that coursed through his legs were hard to close the eyes to, but then, he concentrated on the detail that he was moving around.
His freckled feet tingled in excitement; he knew what they were asking him to do, he wanted too, so badly. The urge routed through him, making him feel almost parched, and empty in a way. He enthused back towards the bed he had lived in, and turned away from it, as if it were a disgrace to him. He reached out to the desk not far from him, and took hold of a white hospital gown.
His arms clicked and niggled as he lifted them over his head, but after the clothing was in place, he took small steps again. He was on foot. He was actually walking. He'd missed it, being free. He looked towards Artemis, with a smile etched on his face. She just stood, in shock, watching him move about.
He stumbled past her, and into the halls. She had little time to comprehend what he was doing. He was walking. He was jogging. He was running. He was sprinting. "Crap." Artemis whispered, as she watched him speed away. She dropped to her knees in hopelessness. She knew they were going to kill her...and she knew Wally was in profound shit.
She clung onto the white walls, in panic, and then, in vain, also began running, faster than she ever had, trying to piece together where Wally could've gone in those few seconds, that had seemed like hours. She truly had no idea, and she felt her throat closing up, and tears welling. She couldn't even start to suggest why.
She rammed through the main doors, eyes shut, full-speed, and ran...right into something. The wind was knocked out of her instantly, and she cracked open one eye, slightly, to see where the wall had come from. Batman towered above her, glaring. She gulped, still trying to gasp for air.
"I can explain." She stated, her voice quivering.
She was shocked by Batman, who held out his hand, to help her up. "You don't need to." His voice was somewhat calm; he kept a cool composure around him. He dropped her hand when she was stable, and nodded towards Barry, who instantly disappeared. "We'll find him."
"I'm aware." Artemis almost spat back at him, but moods only went so far.
She hid her face and took to the couch across the room. Her friends joined her. No one said a thing. They just sat, looking down at the floor, fiddling with buttons and fingers, waiting.
Artemis couldn't help but blame herself; she knew that the team must've seen how she watched him speed away on the television screen. They must've seen her just stand there, and not do anything.
Megan didn't entirely want to believe what was going on. She hoped deeply that it was another training exercise, but knew she was stupid to consider so. She latched firmly onto Superboy's arm, and tucked her face into his shoulder, he watched her. He couldn't quite comprehend the situation, though he knew exactly why it was bad for Wally to run. Superman had told him to stay quiet about it, for now, so he sat, soundless, holding Megan and staring into space.
Aqualad just looked sullen as he stared at the floor. He had no idea what to say or do to make the situation seem easy enough, he wanted to tell Artemis that it would've been unavoidable, and he wanted to so badly reach out to his team, with an inspirational speech about sticking together, but he stayed silent. He hoped it would be for the better.
Robin couldn't help but blame Artemis. Something fumed inside of him as he watched her sniffle and swindle. She was so...so...he couldn't even bring himself to say anything. They were a team, Artemis was part of the team, so was Wally. Team-mates were supposed to go out of their way to help fellow team-mates, Artemis had just watched Wally. Robin already knew who he'd blame for Wally's death. Though he knew it was unfair. Some part of him deeply just wanted to blame Wally for everything, but then, it came back to him;
"Hey, dude. How do you feel?" the black haired boy stood to the side of the bed, smiling slightly.
"Much better" The voice was croaky, but somewhat loud.
"That's good." The young boy stated, nodding his head. He took a step closer to the bed.
"What exactly happened...to me?" the croak sounded again.
"I think you know."
Wally didn't say anything in return. An awkward silence appeared between the boys; Robin broke it, "How about you tell me why Artemis has been visiting you so much?"
In answer to the question, the older boy seemed to shrug, go slightly red, and turn over to his side. It was painful to watch, the boy was clearly in agony, but Robin allowed him to do so. He sat down on the bed. "We're friends, Wally, you can tell me whatever, you know."
Wally sighed, and faced his friend. "Okay. My chest hurts, I'm hungry, I wet myself like an hour ago and I stink like garbage, that personal enough for yah?"
Robin snickered, and smiled, "Not exactly what I wanted or needed to know, but I'll get onto it. What's this about your chest hurting?" He watched his friend pale, and Robin dropped the subject, as he stood, mixing microwavable soup, "Um...we had...a mission today."
Wally somewhat smiled in response, "That's good."
"Megan and Superboy finally told the team they were dating."
Wally nodded once, "I knew."
"They caught one of the guys who broke into your house on Wednesday."
Wally shook his head, "Who cares?"
"Your mom and dad are back from Spain."
Wally paused, and hid his face, "They're a bit early."
"How much does it hurt?"
Wally's eyes grew large, a guttural noise sounded as his response
"On a scale of one to ten?" Robin seemed to plead.
Wally rolled his eyes, "Can we please talk about something else?"
"The results still aren't back"
Wally sighed, "Anything else...AT ALL, other than about my doom?"
"You're healings getting better"
Wally scoffed, "The smell isn't."
Robin grabbed some deodorant from his belt. He received a laugh from Wally, but sprayed it around the room anyway, "Lift up your arms."
Wally stayed serious, "Thanks for that, makes me feel so much better."
Robin put the can down, "Um...Cheer up, Okay?"
Wally grunted.
Robin smirked, "Um...I added a few new pranks to our list"
Wally faced his friend again, "Yeah? You're gonna have to do them on your own, bearing in mind I'm gonna die in here."
The younger boy frowned, "Megan made cookies for when you get better."
Wally made a strange humming sound, "They'll go stale by the time I get out of here. I've never heard of cookies been served at funerals either."
Robin was starting to lose his patience, "I hate Artemis?"
Wally didn't say anything; he just turned away from the boy-wonder, and shut his eyes.
Robin sighed, "You're my best friend, Wally West. And you're gonna get better."
Wally's cheek lifted as a small smile crept up his face, "I know."
Wally was speeding along, not a care in the world. The wind whistled past him, and made his hair swirl around him. He was in desperate need of a hair cut...and washes, but at that moment, he just wanted to do what he loved most. The thing that he thought he could do forever if his mind was set.
He knew, if he concentrated hard enough, he could get to a place where he would really run forever, a place full of boundless energy without annoying memories and thoughts pestering at every corner, but he couldn't...no...Wouldn't concentrate.
His mind wasn't set on the pat-pat of his feet, or the thump-thump of his heavy heart. He wasn't dwelling too much in memories or thoughts, a few scattered around him, but he didn't pay them much notice. He was actually for once clear of the thought of food. In fact, he was clear of the thought of any necessity. His mind was completely focused on the agony in his knee, the fact that he couldn't stop running, the truth that his leg was twisting at an odd angle now, and that he was dragging it. He was fixed on the reality that he was screaming and shouting, and that tears were squirting from his eyes, he focused on the world spinning and going black around him, and the he focused once more on where he was going, and that he couldn't stop.
He was on a highway; there was a big white truck. He shut his eyes. Finding it hard to breathe.
A song played through his mind, echoing as it did;
You're sick of feeling numb
The pain was beginning to recede, but an ever constant buzzing flew around in his leg, like a moth was stuck under it and was desperately trying to get out. The same feeling went for his mind. It was fluttering.
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And show you a world that you can understand
Commotion around him. Sirens, loud screams and conversations. He heard sobbing, but it didn't belong to anyone he recognised. He was so confused, and he started to smile. He knew for a fact that soon he would know what was going on...but for now, he decided to...slowly...slowly...drift...off...and away...from...all the loud... noises.
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Memories began leaving his mind; smiles became un-recognisable, sounds melded into each other.
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out, you'll understand.
The pain was gone. He had stopped running, and he knew the car engine had too. He heard commotion around him, he felt his head pounding. This time, he was in the deepest shit possible, and there was no way he could dig himself out of it, he'd left his 'shovel' with his breathing. He was gone.
How was it guys? Next chapter will be a lot more interesting. I hope.
Okay, well that was the Robin flash-back for all of you Robin lovers out there, hope you enjoyed, R & R if you get the chance,
Speak soon,
Soph XXxXx