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John looked down at the yellow pad he had been writing on during his shift and sighed, How long had it been? 12 days, since Flash had gone into a coma. Luthor was being charged with kidnapping and thanks to the disk it looked like he would be away for a while. Of course looks could be deceiving. Silently he watched the brain wave monitor that was moving at different rates.
On his shift yesterday Flash had given almost all of them a heart attack. John had come in with J'onn to relieve Superman and Batman from their own shifts when the monitor that was scanning Flash's brain wave pattern began beeping, showing a decline in activity. Immediately the group froze, there was nothing they could do, not even J'onn's mind probes seemed to help.
" No!" Batman hissed at Flash, " Fight it Flash!" It was an unexpected move, but it seemed to work, the beeping came back at regular intervals and Batman quickly walked out of the room, Superman following, looking a little flustered.
" That's it, come back to us buddy." He whispered. Flash was fighting it, which was proof enough that he could come back.
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He couldn't remember what it was he had to do; he knew it was important; he just couldn't put a finger on it. He kept walking, puzzled but not bothered by the fact he could walk on light. He was bothered by the fact that the Watchtower was no closer and he felt like he had been walking for days. Every time he sat down to take a break, a voice would encourage him to get up and keep going. In the back of his mind, coupled with the disembodied voices of his friends, Flash felt that something bad would happen to him if he stopped, but he was so tired. He kept on walking, not stopping to look at the scenes that flashed on the walls surrounding him. Although, at his speed, he could catch what was going on in the pictures. The first one was of when the invaders had come down to Earth, after they had been captured. The next had some of their earlier adventures, when Flash had been arrested for stealing isotopes, Lantern had posted the five grand bail, an act that to this day had surprised Flash, although he wasn't surprised by the slap up side his head after they had gotten out of the jail.
Diana being banished from her island after she saved her mother's life, fighting the Injustice gang, that android that copied all of their powers, Dr. Destiny trapping them in their dreams, being sucked out into space. He never realized how many close calls he and his friends had, too many if you asked him,
' Man, how many times have we almost lost someone?' He asked himself, not counting his current situation. The next picture was of a more recent event: fighting their doppelgangers. That was something Flash was never going to forget. He remembered their lame excuses for their actions, this is for your own good and you'll understand someday. The fact that someone like Superman could turn evil was still mind boggling, if you had asked him when he first met the League who he thought would be the first one to turn, he would have said Batman, but that was before he got to know the other man. The alternate Batman had told them that the Lord's had gone rouge after their Flash had been killed, he didn't go into details, but he gave enough hints that his death sparked the fire that had swept through their reality. It had taken him over a week to get over the fact that Supes had actually killed someone; even though it was a different Superman it still left a numb feeling in the pit of his stomach.
They all saw each other in a different light after that experience, Flash realized how far some of the noblest heroes could go and they saw how important they were in each other's lives.
He turned his head when a new picture appeared, this one was a shade darker then the others, was pulsating and he could actually hear the sound that went with it.
(Bats! I need a little help, there's some kids under here!) Flash slowed down even more, wanting to witness exactly what happened to him,
(Poison.) Batman held up the dart and someone gasped. The images began moving faster and faster, ten days passing in a few moments,
(With his metabolism he'll die in 8 or 9 days.)
(He keeps burning through the sedatives.)
(We have intruders in the Watchtower.)
(Where's Flash?)
(Luthor has him? We can't leave him in the hands of a mad man!)
(Tell me where you put the disk.)
(Bite me.)
(Choose G.L. and Hawkgirl, I stand a better chance then they do.)
(He was under the water for almost five minutes.)
(We're losing him.)
(We had to give the flitish.)
(He's in a coma.)
He nearly stopped walking at the last comment. A coma? He was in a coma? ' Well that explains a lot. ' He thought sadly
' Now what am I suppose to do and where's J'onn, this should be a piece of cake for him to solve!' He brought his speed up,
' I shouldn't blame J'onn, he's probably doing everything he can to help me.'
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" Explain to me again why you can't use your mental powers to wake him up." John gruffly questioned the ever-patient Martian when he came to change the i.v. bag,
" I can not help him until his brain waves reach the 2nd level, he'll be closer to consciousness and stand more of a chance of waking up."
" When will he reach the 2nd level?"
" That is up to him." J'onn added another i.v. line and walked out of the room.
John sighed in frustration and forced himself to re-read Flash's will that Batman had handed him with a hushed, 'If it comes to this.'
Flash had left all of his money and future earnings from his ad deals to Central City Orphanage, he gave John his Flash-mobile, some girl named Linda would get some odds and ends as did a few others: Ricky, Susie and Brittany. Surprisingly, Flash owned his apartment, which he would give to J'onn, who had been talking about getting a home on Earth. Batman, Diana, and Superman would receive some cds, DVDs, paintings, along with some old mementos.
John read the final few lines before crumpling up the paper and throwing it into a trash bin,
" Flash, I refuse to plan your funeral. We all do. So unless you wanna end up floating in space, you'll wake up!"
He hadn't meant to yell, but in his anger the words grew louder and louder,
" You saw how the Lord's turned out, do want to see us become that? Angry and bitter, willingly to go to any length to achieve their means! C'mon, Flash, you're stronger then that…" He trailed off awkwardly and turned around, facing the rest of the League who had rushed to the infirmary when they heard yelling. Shayera moved towards John,
" That's not helping." She began before being cut off by a sudden beep,
" I think it might be, his consciousness level has just risen to 3."
" J'onn, help him before it falls down again." J'onn nodded and the others moved to the other side of the room to watch.
This moment would be the one to decide Flash's fate.