Bring Him Back

Treatment

The first thing he heard were the snapping of fingers, and they sounded as if they were right in his ear.

He opened his eyes a crack and let them adjust to the bright light of the room before opening them fully.

A slightly smiling Jason is what filled his vision first.

"You blacked out for a bit there Wing-nut."

Dick slowly blinked before groaning a little.

"...how long?"

Jason looked over his shoulder and shifted slightly, revealing Bruce behind him.

Yes, Bruce.

His cowl was down. His face was indifferent but his clouded eyes said otherwise.

"About twenty minutes."

Jason turned back to Dick, his smile now gone.

"Which gave us enough time to haul you to the med-bay, take your vitals, and set you up in this chair."

He blinked again and his eyes slowly shifted around the room.

Yeah, he was definitely in the med-bay. And the chair...

He shifted slightly.

Definitely a recliner...

Jason stood up straight and backed up a little to get out of his face and turned to the door just as Leslie entered, dragging an IV stand with her.

"Your vitals are fine. Everything is ready."

"Ready for what?"

All eyes turned to Dick who looked groggily back at them.

"Dick..."

Leslie started walking over with the IV stand and all the while Dick was eyeing her in confusion.

"Your chemotherapy... you fainted just a little bit ago. Don't you remember that?"

His eyes closed and scrunched for a minute before opening again.

His eyes seemed to have cleared a bit.

"Oh... y-yeah."

She set the IV stand right beside him and used an alcohol wipe to clean his arm.

Dick watched her every move until she threw away the wipe.

She gently picked up his arm and held eye contact with him.

"Are you ready?"

He looked away and nodded.

"Do it."
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The minute he felt the needle go in, he was immediately regretful.

He felt it.

There was no pain, not yet anyways, but it was warm.

It felt so wrong, like he willingly just poisoned himself... and that was kinda true in some regard.

He glanced over at Bruce and Jason.

Jason, apparently, found the wall next to the door very much fascinating and refused to look at Dick.

Bruce, however, was staring right at him.

Of course, he didn't say anything. Frankly he didn't trust himself to.

But Bruce's stare was enough.

"It's necessary."

But that didn't make him like it.

He hated it. He never wanted to do it in the first place!

But there's no going back now.

The door to his room opened to reveal Tim and Barbara.

Tim was propped up against Babs, and one of his arms was cradling his chest.

But hey, he was up and walking again.

Dick's eyes shifted nervously between those two and Jason.

Three sets of eyes were locked on each other until Barbara sighed.

"When the others were sent away, I went to Tim's room."

Tim winced for a second before Barbara helped him sit in a chair.

Once he was settled he sheepishly smiled at the others.

"I already had the live camera feed playing."

Of course he did...

Dick smiled weakly and then Jason got up and put Dick's footrest up.

"Your eyes are getting droopy again, Dickhead. Get some rest, you're going to need it."

Dick sighed and leaned his head back and looked at Bruce.

"We'll still be here when you wake up."

That's all he needed to hear.

Within a minute, he was out like a light.