Chapter 14:

Wally zeta'd to the back alley phone booth in Gotham (now in civvies) and hailed a taxi.

"Gotham Private Hospital, please" He told the young taxi driver, she nodded her head. It didn't take long to get to the hospital 'well considering we drove, I could have gotten there in a matter of seconds' he thought.

"Thanks miss" he handed her the money

"Your welcome, and I hope whoever your visiting is alright" she smiled at him and he smiled back. Then he walked up to the receptionist, a young man,

"Richard Grayson?" He asked politely

"Room 201" The man replied without looking up

'Wow great security here, forget the guards you can't even get through the receptionist' Wally was tempted to say aloud but instead he just walked to the elevator and waited for it to come down. Soon he was standing just outside room 201. He knocked (knowing Bruce would be here by now) Barry was the one that answered
"How is he?"
"Physically or mentally?" Barry asked sadly

"He's having a nightmare, isn't he?" Barry nodded and let Wally in

"What took you so long?" Bruce asked him

"I took a taxi, I didn't feel like running, shouldn't we wake him up?"

"We tried to, but whatever he is experiencing, he's trapped in" Barry told him.

"And in what way did you try?"

"Shaking him, the usual way to wake someone from a nightmare"

Wally rolled his eyes and sat down next to his best friend, held his right hand and spoke to him.

"Hey Dick, listen to me, you are in a dream or nightmare, whatever, what's happening isn't real and you need to WAKE UP!, or you know at least stop dreaming"

Soon Dick stopped muttering and his eyes blinked open (incredibly slowly). Wally smiled like a chesire cat while the 3 men stared at Wally amazed.

"Br-Bruce?" Dick's voice was weak and dry, he faced his adoptive father.

"Yeah I'm here" Bruce told him and handed him an ice cube, which Dick took gratefully and he sat up grunting in pain at the sudden movement. Then he realized that Alfred, Barry and Wally were also in the room.

"Hey bro, how you doing?" Wally asked him

"Uh, for someone who just went through being beaten, chopped up and shot a few times, I think i'm good" Dick replied grinning

"A few times?, you were shot more than once!?" Bruce asked him shocked and concerned

"Well yeah, he's Deadshot he shoots people" Dick told him calmly

"You are scary traught with these things, dude" Wally stated

"Well i'm use to it" Dick shrugged smiling at the use of his word

"You shouldn't be" Bruce said staring him down, Dick glaring straight back

The other 3 in the room knew what would happen if they didn't break them off now.

"You were having a nightmare" Barry told Dick. His face paled

"Was I saying anything?"

"Yeah you were muttering things in Romanian, Wally woke you up"

Dick looked at his 'brother' "Thanks"

"No problem Bro"

"So when can I leave?" Dick turned to Bruce

"Tomorrow, maybe"

"Maybe?"

"I'll have to ask the doctors"

Dick sighed and grumbled. The rooms other occupants smiled at each other 'He's gonna be fine'.