"Stop contacting people," the nurse told him firmly. "Cell phone use isn't allowed."
"It's not quite a cell phone."
She gave him a sour look. Wally looked at her warily, hurriedly sent off three more highspeed voice messages through the lightning com and then laid back down for the x-ray machine. Bats and Linda would know how to slow the messages down to translate. Jesse would be able to mutter her formula and listen without problem. He couldn't even get a hold of Raven, Roy, or Dick. Whatever they were doing, they were not picking up.
The x-rays took forever. Three broken fingers, collar bone, and two breaks in his arm that were now sealed wrong, and they were downright uncomfortable. But the most concerning was his spine. He had healed hairline fractures throughout it, and his neck was definitely not aligned properly. Not to mention he still had bullets and some metal shrapnel. All the other signs of healed breaks, he could only half-shrug at them when asked. Who knew when he'd received all of them?
There was one complication. His costume, ripped as it was, was going to get in the doctor's way of picking out bullets and really feeling what needed to go where (and they assured him their physical therapist definitely needed to know, especially to align his spine correctly). So when Wally got into the room, he was in blue rather than red, having fastened himself into those ridiculous hospital gowns and having a surgical mask and cap on. It was so not as cool as the red and gold. Not nearly.
"Blue is so not our color," he quipped at Bart. "Also, apparently having a twisted arm means I can't walk. They insist I need to stay laying down. Oh, and they won't let me raid the cafeteria. Once we're outta here, we're getting so much pizza. I'll order for a pick-up when we're about done."
He turned on his side, looking at Bart more seriously. "Can you get through this?" They both knew there wasn't much choice, and still, he asked the obvious question. He was pointedly not looking at the work the doctor was doing. It made him sick feeling just hearing the sounds of the work and seeing how pain-glazed Bart's strangely yellow eyes were.