Hey everyone! It's MK here with another chapter! *cheering in the background* There is a note at the end of this chapter, so please check it out so you can help me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, nor do I make any money off of this story.

~MKK

Chapter 7

Robin POV

I can't believe my luck.

Kid Fucking Flash.

I thought I knew that kid like the back of my hand, but I guess I didn't. Because if I did, then I would know that he would kiss me, I would know that he had feelings for me, and I would know that he also cared for me more than he let on.

I sat up from my bed and put one of my hands to my face and just started to silently snicker. I stopped when I realized that I had turned my small giggling fit into a full out laughter and suddenly became embarrassed and self-conscious about it. Oh well. I doesn't really matter because right now everyone is probably already awake and about than in their bedrooms. I realized that I too should also get up for the day.

I manually grabbed my legs from the bed and set them at the edge of the mattress. I leaned over to grab my wheel chair and positioned it so that it was easier for me to sit myself in it. As soon as I got comfortable, I wheeled myself over my closet. Even though it has already been two weeks and a half since the accident, and it still took me a while to get the hang of not being able to use my legs.*

After a while, I finally had some clothes on and looked somewhat socially acceptable. I left my room and went to where I would thing that everyone was; the brake room. Inside I was having mixed feelings about Wally. I didn't know whether I should go up to him and kiss him, or if I should punch him because of his stupidity. After a moment of thinking, I had decided that neither of the options were good ones, and just would approach him as if nothing had happened.

I rolled into the main room where I could see Megan with a book in her hands that looks like a pair of hands holding an apple. I shrugged it off as just another one of those unrealistic stories about fantasies. I looked over the other side of the room and saw Artemis and Wally just casually having a normal talk. I knew that Wally is quite the flirt, but now that I really look at him, he just like to mess around and just do random things that seem to only let him grab the attention that a lot of people would like to have. I know that may seem like he is a two timer, but between Wally and me, we can both see through each other very well, and know when something in genuine, or if it is just us being fake.

I smiled and rolled around to the corner of the room toward the kitchen that was conveniently placed there. I opened the fridge to get a snack when I saw a hand go over my vision and grab what I wanted. I looked up and over and saw Wally giving me a kind smile and handed me the bar.

"Thanks" I said. I didn't want to start a conversation with him quite yet because I don't know what I might say or do that might make our situation better, worse, or just awkward. I was about to roll away and avoid the possibility of us talking, but he wouldn't have it.

"Hey Robin, can I talk to you for a sec?" I really didn't want to but I also didn't want to be rude to him and give him the wrong impression, but I still really didn't want to talk to him right now. But still, I obliged. "…Okay."

We didn't really go anywhere, but instead just wondered the halls while talking. I would just sit back while Wally would push me. It was actually quiet for the first couple of minutes but then he spoke up.

"Hey Dick, how do you really feel about what happened to you?" He asked. I already knew that this question was going to be asked sooner or later by him. I sighed and thought for a second. 'Did I really hate him for something that obviously wasn't his fault? Could I really hate him for it?' I know that I was still very frustrated by the fact that I was practically useless when I came to anything, but I couldn't blame anyone except for the people that had attacked us that day. Coming back to Wally, I couldn't be mad at him. In fact, because he was helping me the most, I was very thankful for him helping me through this. Sure everyone would when they could, but Wally was the one that was always by my side.

"Honestly Wally," I started. "I am mad about what had happened to me, and it is frustrating at times. But I am not mad at you or anyone. In fact, it is quite the opposite because you and everyone have helped me a lot and for that I am very grateful."

Wally looked at me with concern in his expression. "I'm sorry that this had happened to you. I really am. I just want you to be happy, and I just had gotten the impression that I was being a nuisance to you. But that wasn't the thing that I actually wanted to ask you about."

I waited for him to ask his question, but after a long moment of silence, he didn't say anything. I looked over and saw him staring at me. His eyes seem to almost ask for my permission but they were also filled with uncertainty. I gave a slight nod and faced forward again.

"Dick, why did you ask me to stay with you last night?" I froze. He probably didn't see me flinch slightly because he was still rolling the wheel chair, but gave me a moment to think.

'What was I going to say to him? Because I loved you and I wanted you to be there with me?' No I couldn't.

"It's because you looked very worried, and I didn't want you to feel any worse that you seem like you already feel." He was about to say something to contradict what I had just said, but I spoke first. "I know what you are going to say, and don't sat you don't. I looked very worried like I had just died or something. I know what that could feel like, and I didn't want you to be alone." I gave him a heart filled smile. "Wally, I did that because I care about you. You are my best friend, maybe even more, but I want you to know that you don't have to go through what you are alone." By this point Wally had moved in front of me and was facing me eye to eye.

He smiled and giggled a bit. "Dick, you know that I'm the one who should be saying that to you." He said almost playfully. "Thank you." He gave me a hug and rolled me around for a while again. I didn't mind at all because now, rather than waiting for him to say something, it was just silence that was relaxing.

"Wally, I hope you know someday how much it is that I care for you." I didn't realize that I had said that out loud, but I didn't care because at that moment, I felt very tired. I was happy and felt my eye lids fall. Before my mind had cut off, I heard a faint voice that replied to me.

"I hope you know how much I do care for you."

That's the end of the seventh/eighth chapter.

NOTES:

So as you know this story has started to become plot less, so I honestly don't know what to do. If you think this story has (somewhat) gone far enough, then i will end it (with a proper ending. Not just an abrupt stop) however, if you think I should add more plot to it, then I will continue it and add some sort of story line to it. Please DM me it tell me what you want. Thank you.