Fear
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I don't want Wally to know that I screwed up again. It already hurts enough - my leg hurts make it stop hurting it *hurts* - without havin' to worry about the Flash going bonkers on me again.
I'm kinda glad Cyborg's here right now; I mean, I'm not scared or anything, but I don't want to be here alone with my leg bleeding and hurting, and hearing some guy saying they might have to amputate.
They can't *amputate* my leg, can they? Aw, grife, they can't; I know they can't, 'cause I watched all those med-shows with Cassie one time 'cause she liked that George Blooney guy, and they *never* took a guy's leg off.
--hurts, but I keep thinking of Wally calling me an idiot and what that jerk said; I don't want to be some stupid kid--
I told Ray once, back when Greta went haywire and started doin' crazy, that I don't get scared for myself. I don't think I ever have - once, my scout died, I saw it felt it - and it's like I'm detached or something. Every time Wally, or Tim, or Cassie yell at me to stop being so stupid, I think maybe if I'm scared when we're fighting or worrying about Greta sucking us into death or something, maybe if I get sorta freaked out, I'd be smarter.
It hurts; I think I'm kinda ashamed (I almost begged Cyborg not to tell Wally - I don't want that lecture, or that look again); but I'm not scared.
Sometimes I wish I was.
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notes:
I wanted to have a feeling of between drafts with this story - more polished than a rough draft, but not a completed or necessarily finished feel to it: I sort of aimed for a slightly disconnected flow. (Unfortunately, I think I missed and instead hit 'marginally sucky.') Continuity-wise, this is after TT #2 (the revamp) and while Cyborg is with Bart at the hospital, circa TT #3. Minor references to Our Worlds at War and YJ #55.
disclaimer:
I own none of the DCU (much to my frustration).
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I don't want Wally to know that I screwed up again. It already hurts enough - my leg hurts make it stop hurting it *hurts* - without havin' to worry about the Flash going bonkers on me again.
I'm kinda glad Cyborg's here right now; I mean, I'm not scared or anything, but I don't want to be here alone with my leg bleeding and hurting, and hearing some guy saying they might have to amputate.
They can't *amputate* my leg, can they? Aw, grife, they can't; I know they can't, 'cause I watched all those med-shows with Cassie one time 'cause she liked that George Blooney guy, and they *never* took a guy's leg off.
--hurts, but I keep thinking of Wally calling me an idiot and what that jerk said; I don't want to be some stupid kid--
I told Ray once, back when Greta went haywire and started doin' crazy, that I don't get scared for myself. I don't think I ever have - once, my scout died, I saw it felt it - and it's like I'm detached or something. Every time Wally, or Tim, or Cassie yell at me to stop being so stupid, I think maybe if I'm scared when we're fighting or worrying about Greta sucking us into death or something, maybe if I get sorta freaked out, I'd be smarter.
It hurts; I think I'm kinda ashamed (I almost begged Cyborg not to tell Wally - I don't want that lecture, or that look again); but I'm not scared.
Sometimes I wish I was.
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End
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notes:
I wanted to have a feeling of between drafts with this story - more polished than a rough draft, but not a completed or necessarily finished feel to it: I sort of aimed for a slightly disconnected flow. (Unfortunately, I think I missed and instead hit 'marginally sucky.') Continuity-wise, this is after TT #2 (the revamp) and while Cyborg is with Bart at the hospital, circa TT #3. Minor references to Our Worlds at War and YJ #55.
disclaimer:
I own none of the DCU (much to my frustration).