Robin was at the watchtower the next day. No amount of coding could keep him out. Not even the Batman himself could at this point.

When he arrived, the tension was so thick he could have cut it with a batarang. The lunchroom was empty save for a few heroes scattered here and there. No one spoke except in hushed whispers, and no one seemed surprised to see him. Shayera, thankfully, actually pointed him in the direction of the med-bay.

He rounded the last corner with determination. The door was closed when he got to it, but unlocked. He opened it slowly and carefully, just in case somebody didn't want him in there.

If that did happen, the air vents were calling his name.

Robin peeked around the door to see Batman, Flash, and a man and woman, who he assumed were the doctors. They were explaining to Batman and Flash how bad Wally's injuries were.

The room was a decent size, with linolium floors and white walls. The ceiling panels could be opened, Robin noted, in case he had to sneak in later. A few chairs were lined against the wall opposite the beds, and a small vase filled with fake flowers was next to a few magazines on a side table. There were no windows, and it was probably for the best, he decided. Waking up and seeing you were in space probably wasn't good for anyone's mental health.

Robin's eyes traveled to Wally, who was passed out on the hospital bed with multiple I.V.s hooked up to him. He was out of the dirty clothes and into a clean hospital robe. His hair hadn't been cut and a few strands lay on his closed eyes. A ventalator was to his left, helping him breathe through a tube down his throat.

Batman turned around and Robin drew in a sharp breath. But instead of shooing him away, his mentor waved him over with a short flick of his wrist. Robin wasted no time in getting over there.

Wally would have been impressed.

"Keep going," Flash looked the woman in the eyes. "He has a right to know."

She nodded and continued. "It looks like nearly every bone in his bady was broken or sprained at one point, but most have already re-healed. His feet were in bad shape, possibly from something like a knife, but they're wrapped up now. He was severely malnourished, and hasn't woken up since he was brought here. He has at least three concussions from what we can tell, but there could be older ones underneath. There are burn marks... everywhere, and he has multiple lacerations on his back and torso. The bruises on his face and body will heal within days. Quite a few of his scars are deep and probably won't heal. There are traces of all kinds of drugs in his system, some we can't even name. We've had to re-break his ankle while he was under anesthetic, and it is in a cast now. We are doing everything we can at the moment and he's stable. If he wakes up, we'll know for sure how bad his mental state is." Her voice was void of any emotion.

"You mean when he wakes up."

Everyone turned to look at Robin, save for Wally.

"We don't kno-"

"He'll wake up. He will." Flash interrupted her. "Wally's a fighter. Always has been." He smiled, but it seemed forced.

She simply nodded and left the room. The man finished with his report and glanced at the two colorful heroes before gesturing for Batman to follow him.

Barry took off his mask and attempted a smile for Robin, but it was watery. Robin tried to return one, but he felt it looked more like a grimace.

Flash walked over to a chair by Wally's bedside, ran his hands over his face and drew in a deep breath.

Without looking at Robin he said, "Pull up a seat if you're going to stay. No point in standing around, right?"

So he did. They were both asleep after eight hours of nothing but the beep of a machine.

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Robin woke up to soft crying. His head snapped up to look at Flash, but he was still asleep on the end of the bed. That man could sleep through an earthquake and not even twitch.

He turned his head to the left and saw Wally sitting up with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms around his face. The ventalaitor was off to the side.

Robin didn't know what to do. So he shook Flash awake.

Flash waved his arm at Robin. "Five more minutes, Iris..."

The next second he shot awake so fast Wally cowered away from the sudden movement in the air. "Wally! Robin, I'm going to get the doctor, stay here I have to find her."

Robin nodded. "Ok-"

He was already out the door.

He turned his attention to the other speedster, who was still crying softly. "Wally, it's ok, it's ok, you're here now, we won't let them hurt you, you're safe..." Robin tried to calm him down.

It worked, and Wally reluctantly peeked his face out above his arms.

"You see, Wally? Just me. Everything's alright." Liar, his mind said.

Wally sniffled and eyed him cautiously, but he did relax visibley, if only a little bit.

He looked around and seemed confused. "I've never been here before," he stated. "But you always call me that." His voice came out in a scratchy whisper.

"Yeah, buddy. We brought you here for... fixing up. The nice doctor will be here any minute, don't worry." Robin said. He knew Wally had never been to the Watchtower before.

Wally shook his head and winced slightly. "No, I mean I've never been here in my sleep. Usually when I see you, you're here with me. Sometimes there's a mountain..." He trailed off.

Now it was Robin's turn to look confused. "Here? But I thought you said you've never been here."

Wally shook his head again. "Not here, here. In the cell here."

"What? No, Wally, we got you out. We helped you escape, I-" Robin didn't finish as Wally's face filled with horror and he started to hyperventalate.

"No, please, I'm not allowed, I can't be here, please don't tell him I've been talking, h-he- he'll come and, and, and..." He shuddered and put his face back in his knees. The soft crying turned into uncontrollable sobbing. Now Robin knew he was vibrating in fear.

Just then, Flash came running back with the doctor in his arms. He set her down and she ran over to the machines as fast as she could as they started beeping.

The woman pushed a few buttons before hitting the machine in frustration and knelt down next to Wally. "Shhhh, sweetie, shhhh, I know, I know, but you need to calm down, shhhhh..."

His breathing slowed and the beeping machines stopped. Then he layed his head against the back wall and passed out once again.

The doctor stood up. "He's stabilized. For now. He'll be asleep for a while, but I'd say it's safe to say that he'll wake up again." She carefully moved his body back to the way it was before and replaced the ventalator. The pillow used to elevate his feet had fallen on the floor at some point, and Barry handed it to her.

She put it back under the covers. "I don't know how he got the ventilator out without hurting himself..." She shook her head sadly and walked out of the room.

Flash sat down heavily into his chair and sighed. "What did they do to you, Kid?"

Robin intended to find out.

Ok, that's been touched up. Poor Wally. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I love you all! Long reviews are the best, they help me along with planning the story. Lots of bonding ideas! Wally and Flash bonding later on, Robin and Wally bonding, Roy and Wally bonding, and some possible spitfire later on if you want. I'm not the best at romance, so maybe if you squint...

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