Tim Drake-Wayne (redrobin) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-01-27 09:03:00 |
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Tim was with her more often than not when he was through the door. Spencer was anxious to get home, to check on his friends, but Tim needed to be with Hels and his emotions were a bit stronger seeing as Stephanie was still alive and talking. That meant Nick was fine and Malcolm wasn’t in any danger so Tim got the priority and he was going to fight to keep it. Helena was still in a coma, attached to all sorts of monitoring equipment that Tim had attached a device to so that he’d always be aware of her condition just in case he wasn’t there for whatever reason. Not that there were many reasons. He was almost always with her. As often as possible. He’d claimed a chair next to her bed and pulled it close so that he could hold her hand, so that he’d be close by whenever she woke up. Unfortunately, his sleep cycle was pretty out of whack so he often dozed off in his chair. This was one such time and he was slumped over her bed, head resting just next to her leg, her fingers just at his hair. He was fast asleep, not making a sound. His fingers were entwined with hers, but far more lax than usual because of how sleepy he was. At one point, Hels had been pretty sure she was going to die. Or maybe just that she wanted to, because it hurt so damn much. The first thing she was aware of was that she wasn't dead, if only because her body still hurt. Not like it had on those last few days where her bruises had bruises, but that ache that came after being very damn sick. She tried a tentative swallow, trying to work some spit up into her mouth as her fingers flexed out, one hand meeting Tim's, the other sliding into his hair. Not dead. Had Kara shown up? She blinked her eyes open slowly and saw the same room she'd been in for the past week. Was Tim sick? Is that why he was here? Her heart twisted up slowly at the thought of that and her fingers flexed out again, rubbing over the curve of his skull. "Tim." Despite being fast asleep, he was aware of his surroundings fairly well. Any nurse that came in or out to check her vitals were ignored, but any movement from her? Tim woke with a start, eyes immediately going to her. When he saw that her eyes were opened, he very nearly started crying. “Hey,” he said softly, his hand squeezing hers lightly. “How’d you sleep?” Maybe it was a stupid question, but a valid one and he wanted to know how she was doing before he caught her up on everything that happened. “Feeling a little better?” The movement of his head meant her fingertips ended up on his cheek instead and she slowly let them fall down to the surface of the bed. "Hard," Hels said. "Are you sick, is that why you're here?" She had missed everything about the cure being made and distributed. "I didn't want you to get sick," she said softly, sadly. Tim didn’t like that sad tone, and he shook his head as he shifted so that he could sit on the side of her bed instead of next to it. “I’m not sick, Hels, and neither are you anymore. Someone from another door found a cure. Everyone’s just trying to heal right now,” he explained. “They’ll be really glad you’ve woken up.” Tim reached for her cheek, to caress her and just feel her. He’d restricted himself to just holding her hand and a few kisses on the top of her forehead while she was asleep. He really just wanted to gather her in his arms and never let her go. “I’ve been here since they gave you the cure. I didn’t want you to be alone when you woke up.” A cure. Tim wasn't sick. Hels closed her eyes and sighed quietly, the fist around her heart easing. She wasn't sick, Tim wasn't, but what about the rest of their family? "What about everyone else?" And then, "Has Kara been here?" Surely Max had to bring her back, right? Her eyes opened again, but there were no tears in them. When she'd sworn she wouldn't cry anymore, she meant it. "Is there enough for everyone that's sick? Did they get it to the rest of the world?" He’d opened his mouth to reply about everyone’s status, but then she asked about Kara and he shook his head. “Not that I know of,” he replied softly, gaze and hand dropping from her face to his lap. “The CDC and WHO are constantly producing both the vaccine and the cure. There’s an obscene number of people dead, but we’ve managed to save just about everyone who hadn’t died yet.” It was so sad, how many people had died from this, both in Gotham and all over the world. Ra’s al Ghul would pay and Tim would make damn sure to take him for every last penny he had. “Everyone survived,” Tim said softly. “Bruce, Babs, Jason and I never got sick. Damian stayed in Vegas, but he’s back now. Stephanie was sick, but Riddler tossed some of the Lazarus Pit on her. Selina’s okay. I think...I think she had some Lazarus Pit stuff in her too because her Vegas person is acting weird. Bruce is taking care of her though.” He paused then, because the next one on the list was Dick. “Dick died a few hours before we found the cure. Selina and Riddler stole his body and threw him in the Lazarus Pit in Wonder City. So he’s...dealing with that.” Tim didn’t really know what else to say. She’d need to catch up with everyone on her own, obviously, but at least she wasn’t going into anything blind. Kara never came. She could have died and never seen her best friend again, since that night when she had been the one to watch Kara die. That fist around her heart clenched up again in a way that didn't make her feel at all better. The news about Dick didn't help any as she rolled onto her side, eyes pressing shut again. Dick. Dead but revived by the Pit. She hated Ra's al Ghul. "Are there plans to find him?" She asked quietly, eyes still closed. They had to find the asshole that did this to them, all of them. Tim thought he knew where he stood with Hels, second to Kara, but seeing how upset she was that her friend hadn’t come only made him mad at Kara and whoever was keeping her away. No matter how he felt about Helena, all he wanted was for her to be happy, with whoever made her happy. She rolled onto her side, toward him, and Tim instinctively moved to rub her back gently. “We were waiting for you to wake up, and Bruce has to take care of Selina. Plus, we’ve kind of all kidnapped our Vegas counterparts for weeks.” He tried to manage a smile. “But Bruce and I are in agreement. We’re taking everything from Ra’s, cripple him. He can’t do this again.” "Yeah," Hels said quietly. "Morgan said she was remodeling after she saw some other guy say it on the journals. It was a good idea." Plus, the house as it was now weirded her out a bit whenever they were there. She did her best to keep that from Morgan though, because she wasn't anything like Tristan and Hels didn't want her to think she was. "Good," she whispered, only wincing when Tim hit a particularly sore spot on her back. The seizures had left her with plenty of bruises and even though she hadn't added to them, they were still healing. "I feel like I must be black and blue all over." He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Jim, right? That’s Damian’s guy, and Spencer’s roommate. They’ll have to invite Morgan over some time, let her meet Jim’s little girl,” Tim offered, trying to distract her a little bit. He hated that she winced and tried to be much lighter in touch but after a few more strokes, he thought better of it. “You’ll heal up in no time, I’m sure of it,” Tim replied warmly, taking her hands in his. “I’m glad you’re okay, Hels.” He didn’t want to tell her about finding her after she’d had her seizure, didn’t want to tell her that just about everyone they didn’t want knowing about how he felt did. They’d deal with that later. “Is there anything I can get you?” "Could have been, I don't remember." There were bits and pieces of things that were fuzzy, particularly after that first seizure. She didn't tell him that there had been more. "What day is it?" The way he was talking, there had to have been a couple days between what she last remembered and today. Maybe? Both of her hands hung onto his because that didn't hurt, not even a little bit. "I'm glad you aren't sick." And glad she hadn't gotten him that way. Hels had been worried about that. “Well, either way, Spence and Jim will have to have Morgan over one day,” he replied. It’d be amusing for all of them, he was sure. “It’s Saturday, January 26,” Tim answered, a little confused as to why she was asking. “You’ve been in a coma for a while, but the past couple of days have been a healing coma, not a bad one,” he explained, hoping he made some sense to her. He gave her hand another squeeze. “I’m glad you’re not sick anymore either, Hels. Really, really glad.” And he didn’t even care that no one else knew she was awake just yet. He’d tell them later. Well, if they weren’t monitoring her vitals like he had been. "Yeah, she'd like that," Hels said quietly, squeezing his hands in return. Saturday. It was Saturday. The last day she remembered with any clarity had been Tuesday and even that was fuzzy in her mind. "Saturday," she repeated, quietly. "Me too." Whatever it was, whatever that bug had been, it was awful, and Hels wouldn't wish it upon her worst enemy, or even its creator. "But everyone's okay?" “Everyone’s okay,” he promised, even though that wasn’t strictly true. Everyone was physically okay, alive and breathing, but there was a lot of recovery going on and it would take time for everyone to heal. Time Tim wasn’t so sure he wanted to give Ra’s. He’d have to talk to Bruce, see what sort of plan they could come up with. They needed a plan. Going after Ra’s al Ghul without one was a sure way to guarantee failure and that wasn’t an option this time. “You should probably get some more rest, but I bet I can take you back to the manor later if you want?” His or Bruce’s, he didn’t care. He just wanted her out of the damn bunker. She knew that they would all need to recover from this, but she wanted to know they were okay. Even if recovery was a slow going process at least they could recover. Death was one of those things that one didn't really get over, not without the help of a Pit. "Yes, please," she said quickly when Tim mentioned moving from the bunker. "I want a shower. And my own bed." It didn't matter to her which Manor they were going back to, she had a room in each (though in Tim's, they seemed to be trying out every single bed). Tim smiled at how eager she was to get out of the bunker. “Okay. I’ll head home, get you a change of clothes and pick up a car, then come back and get you. Sound good?” If she wasn’t specifying, he was taking her back to his Manor for the time being. He’d taken the motorcycle to get to the bunker a few days ago and his key just opened up there for him lately, so there hadn’t been a need for him to find another means of transport. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was putting her on the back of his bike though. He leaned down to give her forehead a kiss. “I’ll be back soon. Promise.” Hels nodded to the plan he proposed. It sounded good, just like a clean set of clothes sounded good, and a hot bath, and breakfast too. "Is there anything left to eat?" She asked. TPN, lipids, and IV fluids were just not the same thing as pancakes and eggs. Or bacon. Maybe sausage. Her stomach grumbled for the first time in days. Though maybe she should stick to toast since it had been so long since she'd eaten anything solid. "Food really sounds good right now." Tim laughed. “I’ll bring you back something to tide you over until we get back home, and then I’ll cook you a proper breakfast and you can eat whatever you feel like eating,” he promised, glad to see her appetite returning in full force. He didn’t care how much of a waste it was to cook a ton of food, only to have her pick at it. Whatever she wanted, he’d get her. It was as simple as that. “I’ll be right back,” he promised again, getting up this time to head to the door. Once he got to the threshold, he stopped and turned back to look at her. Those three words were on the tip of his tongue, but now wasn’t the time. Later. They could talk about it later, or not. He’d take his cues from her. “Try to get a little more sleep, Hels.” It seemed like good advice. |