A/N Forgive me, I have failed you all ;-; I said I would update regularly and I didn't : So much is going on, and I'm having a hard time...BUT! I will not give up! I will finish this! This chapter we have fluff, and next chapter we have angst! :)

Jason was the first to break down the door. Damian sat upright in bed, drenched in sweat. His wires from the IV were tangled in the blankets and he found himself stuck. He looked up at Jason, his heart racing, his eyes wild.
The room spun, and everything was in a panicked blur.

"Damian!", Dick called from behind him.

The boy struggled to back up in bed, but stopped frantically when he hit the bed post.
Jason turned and stopped Dick and Tim from coming in.
They looked at him with confusion.

"Whatever happened to him there, Scarecrow used you to get to him. Let me talk to him, alone, I'll calm him down."

Reluctant, and with everything inside him telling him to do otherwise, Dick nodded. Anything to help his little bird. Tim stepped back with Dick, and they closed the door. Jason refocused his attention to Damian.

"Hey little bud,", he started slowly. He had seen plently of people affected by Scarecrow, and some people never recovered, but each and every one of them was a different case, and everyone had to be treated carefully.

Damian looked at him, his eyes wild slits.
Jason approached the bed, but Damian grabbed the glass of water on his night stand and threw it at him.

"Okay,", Jason put his hands up defensively, "Okay, I'm staying here."

He knew about the burns, and the collapsed lung, the broken and fractured bones, yet he was fighting like a wild animal, like none of the phased him. The kid was a fighter.

Since he had come in the room, though, aside from the darting eyes and racing heart Damian had calmed down somewhat. He took another breath, and crouched down on his knees.

"You wanna talk?", he tried.

Damian said nothing. He just stared, tears silently falling down his cheeks.
If there was anything he thought he'd never see, it was Damian crying.

"Okay, so no on the talking...you hungry? You wanna eat?"

Again nothing.

Jason stood up with a sigh.

"Well, since you've calmed down, I'll go get you something to eat, weather you're hungry or not. I'll have Dick come and sit with you."

The instance he said Dick's name Damian began breathing heavily, his eyes wide.

"Okay, no Dick, I'll sit with you.", Jason promised, "I'll sit with you, and wait for lunch, okay?"

Damian said nothing again, but he looked a little calmer.

Jason got up slowly, as to not upset Damian, and he walked over to the door. He opened it slowly, and looked back at Damian, who was breathing heavy now.
Standing behind the door, it looked as though Tim had left, and it was just Dick standing there, his eyes frantic.

"He's okay,", Jason answered his silent question, "He just needs to stay calm."

"Okay,", Dick nodded, "Can I come in?"

Jason shook his head, "No, I don't think that would be good."

Dick's eyes fell, and he hung his head. The thoughts that rushed through him were enough to drive someone mad. Scarecrow had used him against Damian...but not really, he thought. Damian had looked up to him, loved him, and was utterly terrified at the thought that he had done something to harm him, kill him, and Dick didn't know. He thought he did.

"If you could get him something to eat though,", Jason smirked, "Nothing heavy, but I think getting him something solid to eat would be good."

Dick nodded, and tried to peek in the room before leaving.
Jason closed the door, and turned back to Damian who's face was completely blank.

"Okay, kiddo,", Jason sat down again, "You wanna talk now?"

Damian kept quiet.

Jason thought. He had to get him to talk, say something.

"You know,", Jason thought, "When I was a kid, and I was Robin, I got cocky and thought I could handle the world...", he took a deep breath looking for any hint of emotion, "I didn't ask for help either, I thought I had it all...and then I didn't. I'm sure you remember,", Jason sighed, he sucked at these things, "All I'm saying is, you can ask for help, and that's okay. We're here for you, alright?"

Damian just looked at him, his eyes no longer frantic, but empty.
And he was scared, Jason was scared. What if whatever happened was permanent? What if Damian never bounced back? What if he was gone?

A/N D: SAAADDNNEESSSS dfsnk lfrhjghg Reeevviieewwwww~~