Dick resists the urge to groan as a wave of pain rolls over him. He's sure he's pumped full of pain medication but the Titans had been disbanded for a long time and though they've been back together for about a year or so he hadn't been hurt a lot. Not too badly, at least. That being said, that meant that no one really knew what medications he'd developed an immunity to.

He'd have to update his medical records in the tower just so this wouldn't happen again. His whole body ached, throbbing in time with his heart, and though it wasn't the agony he'd felt before it felt like centipedes beneath his skin pushing against his bruised skin.

"Dick?" Rachel prods, "You're uncomfortable." She eases, scooting a bit closer on her knees, reaching up as if to place a hand on his knee.

"Don't empath me right now." Dick huffs, disgruntled, but it comes off much snappier than he'd meant it too and he quickly tacks on a "Please." His head is still spinning and he hopes he isn't swaying the way he thinks he is because that'd be horrifically embarrassing.

"Didn't they, like, drown you in morphine or some shit?" Jason asks. Dick sees past the dark scowl on the boy's face, meeting his concerned gaze.

Dick considers his answer. His head tilts slightly and he sucks in a long breath through his nose. His ribs protests, sharp pain stabbing through his side to remind him just how stupid deep breaths currently were. He'd gotten himself into this situation through lying, even if it was just lying by omission. He spent a lot of time convincing his team that he was fine but now they'd figured out just how damaged he was. They wanted to help, now, and he didn't want to deny them that. He also didn't want to put himself through more than his body could handle. The fact that he'd collapsed right after a battle was bad enough, what if it had been during that battle?

Dick huffs and nods hesitantly, "Probably. I'm guessing they used something I've built up an immunity against, though, because I still hurt like hell. It could actually be morphine." He admits. "It's better, though." Not a lie, thankfully, meaning Rachel wouldn't sense his fibbing. A quick glance in her direction revealed that he was right, a weird mix of satisfaction and worry contorting her gentle features.

"I'm gonna go get Dawn." Gar starts slowly, looking between Jason and Rachel. He pushes himself from his position on the floor, fidgeting for just a moment before resting a hand on Dick's shoulder and squeezing gently.

The teen flees before Dick can say anything, scampering away and through the entrance before the man's foggy mind can catch up.

He turns back to Jason and Rachel and offers up a soft, "I'm sorry I kept this from you." As apologetically as he could. He had underestimated his injuries and forced himself to push through something that could have been fatal. Logically, he knows he should have told at very least Dawn or Kori but his pride had held him back from reaching out to anyone. He had honestly thought he could handle it and save himself the embarrassment and his team the worry but in the end that hadn't worked out. If anything, this was worse than it would have been if he'd just said something in the beginning.

Jason snorts, "You're a fucking asshole." He snaps, sneering, and Dick wishes the kid would accept a hug right about now. Jason was like a wounded animal, feral and snappish to hide his wounds and protect himself. Dick was determined to prove to Jason that he didn't need to be defensive, not with him. Dick would always be there for Jason and he'd never belittle him or kick him out. Jason was family and Dick was damn good at taking care of his own.

Dick nods solemnly, leaning back slightly and trying to straighten his posture and stretch his muscles even if it stung in the worst places, "Yeah, definitely." He agrees melodramatically, lips twitching up when Rachel smiles and Jason snorts. Success.

"Richard 'Dick' John Grayson you fucking asshole." Dick turns to see Dawn storming towards him, platinum blonde hair bouncing with each rage-filled step. Rachel scoffs behind him, amused and likely satisfied that Dick was getting the scolding she believed he deserved. She wasn't exactly wrong on that front, Dick conceded silently to himself.

"Thank you!" Jason adds and Dick can hear the smile in the boy's voice. Even if it was at his own expense Dick was glad that Jason could smile now. Considering he was allegedly crying earlier he deserved something to smile over.

"First you go and get yourself hurt and then after we patch you up you go walking around?" Dawn asks indignantly, usually soft and bell-like voice raised sharply. Dick could almost imagine her words forming blades and stabbing into him. "I'd say I can't believe you but this is just so like you, I shouldn't be surprised." She hisses.

Dick nods, just taking her scolding as she lets off steam. He knows what happened had probably messed up everyone and Dawn was rightfully angry with him. He's realized now the mistakes he's made and how it could have put not only him in danger but his team. If he's being honest with himself, he thinks he deserves the reprimanding too.

Dawn's expression softens when she actually takes a second to look at him, though. He must look worse than he thought because she's not only sympathetic but she actually seems worried. "Gar said we didn't give you strong enough painkillers." Her words are back to the soft tone Dick is used to, gentle and warm. "Let's get back to the infirmary so you can tell me what you actually need."

Dick nods for what feels like the millionth time that hour alone, despite knowing how aggressively hyperbolic that was, and braces an arm on the bench, his other hand pressed against his aching side, and pushing himself to his feet with a strained grunt. Jason quickly hooks Dick's arm around his own shoulders, taking as much of Dick's weight as he could without putting too much strain on the bruising between the man's shoulder blades.

It's a shuffle to the exit, Dawn leading the way and Jason helping while Rachel and Gar just looked on in concern, but they make it to the hall quickly enough.

It may be a pain but in the end Dick thinks this will be a good opportunity to talk to Jason alone and give the second Robin the comfort he won't admit he craves. He just has to get through Dawn's wrath and fight the of the enervating effects of anesthetics. That shouldn't be too hard after everything he's put him himself through so far.