Okay, another chapter of angsty goodness! With any luck, I'll be done posting this story the day before I leave for vacation, so none of you will be stuck waiting! Yay!

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Disclaimer: Je ne possède la ligue de justice ou aucune de ses caractères. I possèdent seulement Grimm et cette parcelle de terrain. (Eleven years of French, and I translate 'story plot' to mean a 'space of land'. Gotta love education!)

CHAPTER ELEVEN: DESTINATION

Shayera wrapped another blanket around the young patient. It was a harder task than one would think due to the restraints. Wally's shivering had increased greatly in the past couple of hours. So had his temperature, which had been 102 at last check.

John had finally managed to fall asleep, but Shayera couldn't allow herself to. She had left John snoring on the couch in the lounge and quietly snuck into Wally's hospital room, which was vacant except for one medic.

It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, but she doubted she was to only one who'd had trouble sleeping.

Pressing a hand to Wally's forehead, she found it warm and clammy. Clucking like a disapproving mother, she retrieved a clean cloth from the bathroom and wet it slightly with cold water.

She folded it neatly and pressed it firmly against the young man's forehead.

Her task complete, she returned to her seat at the side of the bed, gently taking Flash's hand in hers.

Shayera sighed. He wasn't in very good shape. At this rate, J'onn predicted that he would not survive the night.

She was still in shock. The idea that Wally might not be around anymore hurt her deeply.

Wally moaned, his eyes clenching tighter.

"It's alright, Wally," she soothed, rubbing his hand in hers.

There was a knock at the door. Not wanting to leave her friend's side, Shayera simply called for the person to enter.

Wonder Woman stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. J'onn had gone back to his monitoring duties, leaving her without a task to keep herself busy. She stayed by the entrance, as if waiting for Shayera's permission to move closer. The Thanagarian smiled sadly at the Amazon, but motioned for her to sit in the vacant chair next to her.

Diana graciously accepted, frowning when her eyes fell upon the young speedster in bed.

"He's still feverish," Shayera offered, turning back towards her patient.

"You should get some rest," the Princess informed her teammate.

Shayera set her jaw firmly. "I'm not tired."

She didn't add that she was terrified to sleep right now. She felt that if she did, Wally would not be around when she woke up. She couldn't bear to leave his side for fear of never seeing him again.

"Would you care for a sandwich, Master Bruce?" Alfred held a tray in front of him. The Dark Knight had not stopped his research all night, refusing to leave the Bat Cave for even an instant.

"I'm not hungry, Alfred," Bruce did not turn around to look at his oldest friend as he answered. Even in the middle of the afternoon, the cave was dark and dreary.

Alfred was relentless. "Starving yourself will not help young Flash get any better. You need your strength."

Batman was not listening. He was busy rechecking his findings under the microscope. It couldn't be! …Could it?

It was. After nearly eighteen hours' work, he had finally found it.

Alfred had given up and had taken the meal upstairs.

Ignoring his butler, Bruce Wayne busily gathered up the necessary supplies. Clicking his earpiece, he contacted the first person he thought of.

"Diana," he spoke to his com-link.

He waited a moment before hearing the response. "Diana here."

"I found it. I'm on my way up there now. Let the others know. Batman out."

And with that, the Caped Crusader was off. With any luck, his findings weren't too late to be of use.

Diana turned back to Shayera, an enormous smile on her face.

"That was Bruce," she informed her winged teammate. "He found the cure. He's coming here now."

Shayera breathed a sigh of relief.

Diana stood.

"I'm going to go inform the others. Bruce should be here any minute," The Amazon stated. She left.

Shayera allowed herself a smile once her teammate was gone. Pulling herself closer to Flash's side, she leaned over him slightly.

"Hear that, Wally?" She beamed. "We found it. You're going to be okay. You just have to hold on a little while longer. Hang in there. It'll all be over soon."

They never stopped. Each face was as familiar as the last, and none of them had a kind word to speak for Wally West.

Grimm was, at least, enjoying herself. She seemed to grow stronger with each cruel word that was spoken. Throughout the attacks she had never taken her eyes off of Wally. Not even for a second.

They were all faces from his past. From his life. Even Billy Barker, the kid who'd once picked on Wally at the orphanage had come back with a vengeance.

Grimm held up her hand. The voices stopped. She pulled herself closer to Wally, the grin never leaving her face.

"You're doing this to yourself, Wally," the dark girl taunted. "Can't you see what a mess you've made of everyone's life? You're nothing but a screw up!"

Flash had no reply. He was sure he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. All around him, the darkness pulled at his soul. He had cried away all of his tears long ago. He had nothing left. Nothing.

"We should never have let you join us. All you've ever done is ruin things."

The new voice was as familiar as all of the others. Wally lifted his eyes to peer at the cape and cowl that was Batman.

J'onn and Wonder Woman appeared beside the Dark Knight.

"You were a mistake," J'onn informed him, face emotionless as usual. "You were only fooling yourself all these years. How could you ever be in the same class as the rest of us?"

Diana scoffed at his pitiful form. "You are, without a doubt, the most worthless being I have ever laid eyes on. You could never be a real hero."

Wally lowered his eyes, unable to look at them any longer.

"I should have removed you from the League years ago," Batman said scathingly. "Alfred would be a better fighter than you."

"Don't you see?" Patronized Grimm. "Nobody cares about you. You're all alone, Wally West."

Wally closed his eyes and prayed for an end. More than anything, he longed to feel nothingness. An end to his pain, and the pain he had caused by living.

"Good boy," Grimm congratulated, sensing his thoughts. "You shouldn't hold on to a world that hates you so. The quicker you're gone, the better. It'll all be over soon."

Wally felt a tug near his heart as he gave in to the darkness. He just wanted it to be done with. Let the darkness consume him, he didn't care anymore. He deserved it. The world would be a better place without him.

His former friends continued to berate him, and Wally West finally felt himself beginning to slip away…

Oh it's almost over. Will Wally finally give up? Will Bats reach him with the cure in time? Will John blame himself for Flash's death?…uh…err… forget that last part! You read nothing! NOTHING!

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