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Beeeeeeee-
"NO!!"
Bruce's bandaged and blood stained chest stopped moving and that horrible screeching noise filled the room. Virginia didn't even know she was screaming until Hank pulled her out of the room with his hand clasped over her mouth. She bit down on his finger and his hand pulled away and gripped her shoulder instead. Rogue peered into the now doctor filled room then turned back to Virginia and tried to help Hank comfort her.
"I'm going to kill him!" She sobbed onto Hank's shoulder, "If he dies… God help me, I'll tear that adimantium skeleton out of his body with my bare hands!"
Hank gently rubbed her back as she cried; the room fell silent save for the continuous screeching of the heart monitor and the shouts of the doctors.
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'…And I promise I'll learn to walk as fast as I can, and I'll do as I'm told, and I won't pretend I'm Superman because it makes daddy mad,' Dawson sniffed curled up in his new crib, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot from all the crying he had done earlier, 'I wanna go home…'
"Dada!" He whimpered watching as the man who took him stirred and woke up, "Dada!" He cried louder pulling himself to his feet and turned towards the door, "DADA!!!"
"What's a matter Dawson?" Logan muttered groggily wiping hid eyes with the backs of his hands.
"MAMA! DADA!"
Big salty tears rolled down his cheeks as he screamed. Logan reached into the crib to pick Dawson up but he moved away and screamed more. Frowning, Logan ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Dawson…"
"WOOF! WOOF!!"
More confused than startled, Logan stared down at the boy as he shouted what sounded like 'Woof' and frantically looked about the room.
"Maybe he is Bruce's kid…" He muttered looking down at the kid strangely.
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Beeeeeeeep
Beep
Beep
Virginia gasped pulling herself away from Hank and nearly flew into the next room to Bruce's side.
"It was close. We didn't think he'd actually pull through." The doctor told Hank who was now standing in the doorway.
"He's a fighter." Hank nodded stepping to the side so the doctors could pass by after checking Bruce's stats over.
Virginia took Bruce's hand in hers and kissed his bandaged forehead. Broken jaw, broken ribs, broken nose, split lip, lacerations to his torso and abdomen, left eye swollen shut, and one punctured lung, he looked like death warmed over. She ran her thumb over his forehead and sighed wiping away the remnants of tears from her face.
"Hey baby…" She whispered softly.
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"Virginia!" Dick gasped in surprise he would have smiled and hugged her if it hadn't been for the look on her face, "What's wrong? You look like Hell." He commented noticing her tired bloodshot eyes.
"It's Bruce, he's hurt really bad and can't get back here. You're going to have to take over for a while."
Dick nodded, "For how long? What happened?"
Virginia ran a hand through her hair in an attempt at straitening it out a little, "He's in a coma. Him and Logan got into a fight and now Logan has Dawson and everything is going wrong," Her voice cracked as new tears swelled up in her eyes, "Dick we almost lost Bruce last night."
Dick took a second to let everything sink in before holding his arms out to Virginia; she gratefully accepted the embrace and sighed heavily.
"I'm a mess, aren't I?" She frowned pulling away.
"As only one can be expected ma'am." Alfred smiled sadly appearing behind Dick, "Will you be coming in or shall I turn the air back on?"
"I'm sorry Alfred," Virginia apologized, "I have to get back and see how Bruce is doing."
"I'll keep you both in my thoughts." Alfred said walking off back into the mansion.
Virginia smiled weakly, "If you need anything you know where to find me."
Dick nodded, "The same for you." He said softly watching Virginia walk down to her car and drive away before closing the door.
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His head was pounding and that infernal beeping was not making it any better. Summoning up the strength to rip the damn wires from his chest he heard the door open and instead forced his swollen eyes open.
"Hey!" Virginia grinned rushing to his side, "You're awake!"
"I've survived worse." He muttered around a split and swollen lip with a lopsided grin.
Virginia rolled her eyes, "I just got back from talking to Dick. He's going to take over while you're here."
Bruce nodded slowly, "Dawson?"
"Jack, Bobby, and Piotr are out looking for them. Piotr said he'd call if anything came up." Virginia sighed running her hand through his hair gently, "We almost lost you."
Bruce grunted softly, his eyes sliding back shut, "Like that'd happen." He mumbled.
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I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)
U2, Sunday Bloody Sunday.
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