Two Broken Brothers (YOUNG JUSTICE AU)

Chapter VI:

A/N: So once again, I have the next chapter ready to give to you guys! Thanks so much for reading this book! There will be much more Birdflash moments later on in the book, I promise. Anyway, please enjoy!

Two weeks later, and Wally still had not improved. In fact, he was worse, and I was forced to watch it all happen. The first signs that he was getting worse, was that because he was hell bent on not eating, his glucose and energy levels were shot down. As a result, he grew weaker and thinner. He acted more irrational as well. The doctor had told me and his parents that he needed some food, or he was going to start to lose more than just weight and energy. He had suggested that they have a glucose IV put in to make sure he wouldn't fall that deep. When the doctor, his parents, and I had brought it up to him, he refused harshly. Then he even yelled at me for my stupidity in even thinking that could be an option. I kept trying to tell him it would help him, and it would make me happier to see him better, but because he is stubborn, he didn't want help. Then, came the argument. And it wasn't what I expected at all, coming from the man that I thought loved me, like I loved him.

Coming into the room, I noticed Wally still hadn't touched anything on the plate to his left. The cookies were cold and stale, and any chance I had of making him eat, was gone. I said, "Walls, at some point you know you're going to have to eat again. You can't go the rest of your life without food." Wally turned to look at me, his once bright green eyes now a sullen dulled color, and his very few freckles were faint against his skin. His eyes even had dark bags under them, almost like he hadn't slept well at all. He mumbled, "Dickie, just forget it. I'm not the old Kid Flash, who ate whenever his stomach desired it. This is the real me." I argued, lovingly to the speedster, "But Walls, this isn't the real you! You love food, and I'm sure if you just tried a nibble of something, then you'd remember how good eating was." Wally sighed, and replied, "Fine. You want me to try to eat? I will try...for you."

For a moment, I grew eager, thinking I had broken through, but that route completely changed, when I saw the man I loved, take a bite of a cookie, then start to cough and vomit up blood. Seeing the blood dripping from his lips, it scared me. The only thing that would even cause that would be issues in the lungs. Had Wally inhaled smoke, and I never had caught it? Rushing over to grab a container, I held it as he continued to puke, and watched as his face seemed pained. When the vomiting stopped, I slowly pulled the container away from him, and handed him a tissue. He wiped off the blood, then replied, "I told you, Dick. I can't eat." Mary walked into the room, and said, "Wally, your father and I really do feel that it's best for you to have that glucose drip. You may be an adult and can make your own decisions, but right now, you're delusional, so we're making them for you. You are having that drip." Wally frowned, then formed his hands into fists. He glared harshly, then replied coldly, "I'm twenty years old for heaven's sakes. I'm making my own decisions." Rudolph stepped in behind his wife, and added, "Son, all we want is for you to get better. All of the people you've impacted, including your friends, have all stopped by to see how you've been doing. We've had to tell each of them that you aren't able to be seen."

"Dad, you don't get it, do you? I-I have nothing left... This accident left me a paraplegic. I don't have my legs for running. I don't have the Team anymore. I can't even eat without throwing up.", the ginger said, growing upset. I watched Wally's face, the tears streaming down his cheeks, and how red his face got. It was almost as red as his hair. He started to turn and toss to get up, as if wanting so badly to feel the ground beneath him. I wanted to stroke his hand, do anything to calm his down, but I couldn't. Several doctors and nurses ran in, and soon, Rudolph, Mary, and I were rushed out with no explanation. From the small window that was in the door, I noticed one of the doctors pull out a syringe, and jab it into the ginger's bicep. He suddenly began to calm down, and I watched his beautiful eyes, the ones I adored, as they grew droopy, then his head fall softly onto the pillow waiting to catch it. I looked at Mary, and saw her clutching onto Rudolph's arm like a lifeline. She looked petrified. A few minutes later, the doctors and nurses came out. Wally's doctor came over to us, his face grave. He said, "I am sorry, but it is time. We must admit Wally to the psychiatric ward. That, what was just witnessed, tells me his mind is in an utter state of confusion, depression, and everything that comes with the loss of a limb." Mary just started crying into her husband's arm. I said, "They –You can't do that... I know my best friend, and this is not something he'd want." The doctor faced me, and replied, "It's for his well-being. As much as I think it is a ridiculous idea, it's also the safest bet to assure he doesn't harm himself or anyone else at all." I hated the option so much so, but remembered I was just Wally's friend and secret true love. I had no real say in what they did.

That next day, they moved him to a special ward of the hospital. I went to visit him the day he had been moved, and was surprised by what kind of things they had done to aid him. There were no sharp things in the room, and it looked barren, except for a bed and a window with a lock on the outside. When I entered the room, I saw Wally sitting in the bed, with his wrists encompassed by strong metal bands. I said, cheerfully, putting on a strong face, "Hey Walls!" The ginger looked at me, and said, "Dick, hey..." I walked over to him, and said, "You seem to be doing better." Wally answered, "Yeah, I think it's the meds." I replied, gesturing to the missing limb, "Hey look, I'm sorry it happened." "Dick, please don't bring it up. I can't even begin to think about my life now. I can't believe I can't run anymore.", Wally frowned at the place, where he knew his running tool was supposed to be. I said, "I know it's hard, Walls, but we'll get through this." "How, Dick? Tell me how it's going to get better. Tell me how we're going to get through this. Everything I believed I was, is gone. I can't fight, let alone stand. I need a wheelchair to get around now. Everything is gone.", he growled. I hated seeing him like this. It killed me that I couldn't do anything. Yes, I was Bruce Wayne's ward, and had the possibility of one day taking on the Batman cowl, but I couldn't do anything to help him...to help my best friend, true love, and the person I would give my whole heart to in a heartbeat. 

A/N: So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'm really starting to love working on more adorable scenes for you guys to read! Thanks for all the support! Anyway, if you enjoyed the chapter, please feel free to vote, comment, and follow for more! I definitely have more defined Birdflash later on in the book. Until my next update, stay whelmed!