I meant to post this sooner I really did, but life is a jerk. I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this.
Plus I'm sorry this is so short.
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Concerned brown eyes peered down at me and she laid her cool green hand against my forehead. Miss Martian kept running through my mind on repeat. I couldn't believe it. It just wasn't possible. Worry and the slightest bit of panic emerged upon her features. She ran-no, flew- into another room and returned minutes later with other members of the team. Nightwing, Superboy, and Robin ran in with her. They began checking the machines frantically and examining me. It was about this moment when I regained control over my body. I pushed Robin's hand holding some instrument away from me and once again tried to sit up. Nightwing rushed forward and placed several pillows behind me so I could sit with out hurting myself.
"Careful, you fractured several ribs and have a concussion. You need to take it easy." He warned. I could only nod. We all stared at one another for a few long seconds. I cleared my throat which was surprisingly dry and asked for something to drink and before I could ask Robin walked to me and handed me a glass of water. How did he know? I looked at him with a questioning expression which he answered with a wide grin. After I had finished Miss Martian sat on the edge of my bed.
"What's your name?"
"Cassidy Bourgeois." I paused, took a breath, and continued." And you guys are Dick Grayson, Conner Kent, Megan Morse, and Tim Drake. Nightwing, Superboy, Miss Martian, and Robin." I pointed to each as I said their name. They stared at me in shock. I smiled weakly and said, "Surprise." I gave small jazz hands. Honestly, it was the most I could do. I felt like I had just been hit by a bus. My head was pounding and my sides aching.
"How do you know that?" Nightwing cautiously asked, a hint of amazement present in his voice. Great, I thought, now they're suspicious of me. Congrats, Cassidy, you managed to get on their bad side even though you've been awake for five minutes. You moron. The rest of those present continued staring at me, still processing that I knew their identities. I pushed some of my loose brown hair behind my ear and rubbed my temples. This was going to be difficult to explain. I opened my mouth to explain, and then immediately close it. How on God's green earth do I explain that they are characters from my favorite show. I bury my face in my hands. Why did I have to say that? I peek at them from behind my hands and see everyone staring at me with expectant looks. This is going to be fun.