Hey guys! Here's the next part to the story, hope you enjoy it! Thanks for all the comments and support it really has helped me get through some of the writers block I've been having lately. It's always good to have constructive criticism and support from fans so thanks a lot, I really do appreciate it. :)

Oh and sadly nothing has changed, I still DO NOT own young justice *pouts*

Chapter 16- Seeing Death

Bruce must have paced the length of the hallway at least a hundred times before he saw the doctor re-emerge from Dick's room. He had been escorted promptly from the room after Dick started vomiting blood.

Bruce rushed down the hallway to meet the doctor halfway. "Is everything okay, where's Dick?" Bruce's mind rushed.

The doctor held up his hands and took a deep breath. "Dick is stabilized, for now and sedated. The chemo seemed to have caused a severe ulcer in his upper intestine. Of course we can't be sure until we issue a full endoscopy, but we believe that his escape irritated it, leading to him vomiting blood. Also he clipped his left hand on the medical tray beside his bed and fractured it, so we set and wrapped it for now "

Bruce sighed and rubbed a hand over his face trying to take in all the new information. "The ulcer is treatable right?"

"For now, yes it is treatable but the chemotherapy seems to be taking a toll on his body, he's very weak Mr. Wayne. I'm sorry but you might want to start making arrangements."

Bruce was stunned, one minute he was talking (or rather fighting) with Dick and the next he was on his deathbed. "Of course, thank you doctor." Bruce automatically replied with his head down and tears in his eyes. "Can…can I see him?"

"Of course Mister Wayne but he is very susceptible to germs right now so you are required to wear a mask, scrub shirt, and gloves, just to be safe." The doctor smiled sadly.

"Okay, whatever is best for Dick."

"I assure you we will make him as comfortable as we can, he is in the best of care."

"Thank you."

With one final sad smile and a pat on the arm the doctor walked away leaving Bruce Wayne to make the hardest decision of his life, could he really let Dick go?

BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKDANCE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE.

After washing and scrubbing up Bruce entered the single room that Dick had been occupying for the last few weeks. Quietly making his way to the side of his bed Bruce looked down at his son.

His eyes were closed and his skin was as white as the sheets, he had dark purplish smudges under his eyes and another IV bag attached to him. A heart monitor and nasal cannula were mixed among the various wires and machines attached to him.

Bruce couldn't bear to see Dick this way, the complete opposite of who he truly was, an energetic and sky bound boy who filled peoples hearts with happiness and laughter. For all he knew that Dick was gone, replaced by an empty shell filled with sadness and sickness.

Reaching up he ran a hand through Dick's hair, tousling the soft locks slightly, only to realize that his hair was coming out in clumps. "Oh Dick" Bruce cried realizing the final stages of cancer were beginning to overrule their lives. Bruce sighed mentally reminding himself tell Alfred to grab the red knit beanie Conner gave Dick a few month ago, back when this all started. To be honest Bruce was surprised how long Dick had managed to keep his hair considering the intense chemotherapy and radiation treatment.

Ready for the long haul into the night, Bruce sat beside the former Boy Wonder and waited for him to wake up from the heavy sedatives.

BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKDANCE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE.

"Dickkkkk…." A voice called from far away in the darkness. "Dick…"

Dick found himself surrounded by a thick mist that was swirling around in the darkness.

"Dick!" The calling became louder, more urgent, like a harsh hissing whisper.

Dick didn't know what to do, he looked around feverishly, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but it echoed and bounced off the foreboding darkness.

"DICK!" the voice shouted

He spun around just in time to see a tall shadow sweeping towards him, he tried to run but the shadow reached out with an icy grip and caught his shirt collar dragging him back towards it.

"Dickie-bird…" It whispered sweetly sending chills down his spine while pinning him to the ground "You, my boy have avoided me for too long…" It hissed in his ear, sounding satisfied.

"Who are you?" Dick struggled uselessly under the creature seeing its sharp teeth and red eyes under the hooded cloak.

"I'm. Death!" It shouted before lunging at its prey.

BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKDANCE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE. BREAKLINE.

Dick shot up from the bed with so much force it made him dizzy, his head hurt and his throat was dry. He needed to get out, get away. He found himself attached to all sorts of machines and tubes, he had to get out, get away from Death.

He barley heard the shrill tone of the monitors as he ripped the pulse ox and nasal cannula off. Fighting the suffocating layers of the blankets and wires he tore the IV out of his arm and attempted to get out of the room, but it was spinning and he felt like he was going to throw up his guts. He tried to take a step forward but stumbled roughly into the wall. He needed to get out, get away.

Terrified and disoriented Dick stumbled down the hallway cradling his fractured wrist with his bloody right hand where he ripped the IV out, 'gotta find Bruce' he thought tiredly.

Unknowingly Bruce was right around the corner making his way back to Dick's room after grabbing some coffee, it was there, in the middle of the hallway that Bruce ran into Dick.

Dick was screaming that they had to get out, get away. "Bruce, Death, it will get us we need to get away, please!"

Dropping the coffee Bruce caught Dick as his weak legs went out from under him. Clinging to Bruce, Dick cried in desperation "Please Bruce, I don't wanna die…"

Lowering them both to the floor Bruce yelled for a nearby nurse to help.

"It's okay Dick, you're safe now." Bruce whispered as Dick's eyes rolled back and exhaustion claimed him once again.

A/N- Thanks again for reading! I know it's short but it was best I could do right now.