I looked around the white hospital room, everyone had left. Great... now they know that I was here. I stood up and fixed my hair, then looked at Bart. His face was twisted up and he had a sour expression. Nightmare... no Bart doesn't have those... all he has is HAPPY THOUGHTS! I studied his face a little while longer till I looked at the clock, crap. I ran out the door and through the hospital halls. I saw several dead bodies being rolled out of different rooms. Best hospital in Central doing it's job, one dead body at a time. I pushed the hospital's doors open and saw the bus coming down the street. School or go back to the hospital... Hospital. I walked back inside noticing one of the receptionists had bags under her eyes. "Room 221," I said as I glared at the wall. "Oka-," the tired receptionists was about to say, but the receptionist in training cut her off, "Weren't you just in here? In the same room?" I looked over at her with an annoyed expression, "Yes. And before you ask I'm here because my brother is in a coma and I want to wait it out." The receptionist in training nodded and let me in. I walked past a person giving blood and got to the door. I noticed silhouettes through the small, covered, window in the center of the door. I backed away and walked to the elevator. Morgue it is.

I pressed the button that was labeled: Basement. The door closed and I waited. While I was waiting I listened to the elevator music, soon the doors opened. I stepped out and looked at the dead body that was being inspected. I slowly walked over to it stepping over blood spots on the white, moldy, floor. I looked down at the body and stared at it for a while. "What do you think happened?" I stared at the body trying to find clues on what happened so I could answer the Morgue Keeper. I noticed a small mark on his wrist, "He was stabbed by something right there," I point to the mark and look over at the information about the man, "it must've been poison due to him dying so quickly." The Morgue Keeper was impressed and he nodded. I sat down on a bench and looked around with interest. The Morgue Keeper packed up the body and put it in a drawer. My eyes soon landed on a refrigerator labeld: Organs. I got up and walked over to the old, dingy, fridge. I opened it and saw a lot of brains but also some other body parts. I took out a brain with no label, "Morgue Keeper," I said quickly, "do you have any dissecting tools?" The Morgue keeper nodded and walked away. He came back a few moments later and handed the tools to me. I started to dissect the brain when I noticed a metal shard in it, "metal brain... cool," I smiled slightly. The Morgue Keeper laughed slightly and then went back to work on files, for all the dead people.

I continued to dissect the brain until I had noticed thirty minutes had passed. I put the brain back into the container and put the tools in the sink. "Thanks," I walked back into the elevator and pressed the button labeled: first floor. I yawned and walked back over to the room, still seeing the outline of people. I sighed and opened the door. Everyone was staring at Bart, like they expected something to happen. I walked around until I could see the bed and Bart was awake. A shocked expression showed on my face. Bart looked over at me, "Bro Bro?" I was about to shake my head no but I whispered, "yea." Bart smiled and everyone else looked over at me, Blue was in complete shock, "You got him to speak?" Blue asked. "It isn't that hard... he's Bart, did you forget that?" Blue shook his head no, "He hasn't spoken since he's been awake... It's been around an hour now." I nodded at what Blue had just said. Bart looked around at everyone with fear in his eyes, "d-don't huurt me," He said as I moved closer to him. I hugged him awkwardly, "bad dreams?" Bart nodded, "really bad dreams.." he replied as his voice trailed off.

After a while everyone had left and it was just me and Bart in the room. "Talk," I said to him rather harshly. Bart looked up at me and moved his knees up towards his face. "In the dream Gramps died, you were nice for some reason," he paused for a moment and took a breath, "IWASKIDNAPPEDBYTHEJOKERANDHESCARREDMYFACEANDWALLYCAMEBACKANDEOBARDCONVINCEDMETHATHEWASMYGRANDFATHERWHICHHEISBUTIWASBEINGDUMBANDIACTEDLIKEILOSTMYMEMORYWALLYTRIEDTOHELPANDI-IWROTEASTORYWITHYOUANDTHENIDIED!" (Translation: I WAS KIDNAPPED BY THE JOKER AND HE SCARRED MY FACE AND WALLY CAME BACK AND EOBARD CONVINCED ME THAT HE WAS MY GRANDFATHER WHICH HE IS BUT I WAS BEING DUMB AND I ACTED LIKE I LOST MY MEMORY WALLY TRIED TO HELP AND I-I WROTE A STORY WITH YOU AND THEN I DIED!) He broke down crying after he said all that. I tried to comfort him but I failed and he continued to cry. "Listen... all that stuff came from your head so there was a reason," I grabbed a napkin and a pen, "lets start with when Barry died..." Bart nodded and looked at me, hopping I would come up with an answer. "Maybe it was because in the future, he died," I suggested, "and I can be nice..." I paused for a moment since I forgot what he said next, but then it came to me, "The Joker part is from when Tim was attacked by the Joker, in the future. Umm... you just want Wally to come back?" Bart nodded at the 'Wally coming back' statement. "Eobard is your Grandfather. Wally would help you. I would never write a story with you and you died because you were waking up... okay?" Bart nodded and responded, "Okay." We sat in silence for a little while, not knowing what to do. Finally, Bart spoke up, "I love you bro bro."

"I love you too."

THE END! :)