Bart almost told them that he didn't need Wally in there. He'd be fine. He was doing fine and the last thing he wanted to do was drag Wally in here and be a further burden. It was his own fault he'd gotten hurt... maybe Batman and Jay and Wally and all the rest were right. Maybe he wasn't ready to do this... he was just a kid and he liked to do kid things and be a kid...
But it had been a long time since Bart had been a regular kid... and even all of that had been a big virtual reality lie.
So he didn't say anything. He had to stop letting people down.
That didn't mean that he wasn't a little glad to see Wally when they brought him in and though the look was pained, he was kind of grinning, though his freckled skin seemed more pale than usual, and more than a little clammy.
He nodded about the pizza, then cringed and reminded himself to lay still.
For some reason, it wasn't until Wally turned and asked him if he could get through it that Bart realized there was a chance he might not. Growing up in virtual reality, he'd never really understood the concept of 'danger' -- and that combined with his impulsiveness had earned him a reputation as a reckless teenager. Even with the pain and the run to the hospital, the thought had never crossed his mind that he might not be okay. Wally had said he was going to be okay and he'd believed him.
Until just that second, when Bart realized that he might not make it through... or worse... he might make it through and never walk again.
The thought alone made him more nauseous than even staring right at the doctor picking through his wound.
"Y-yeah. Piece ... of cake." He managed, trying to fill his voice with a bravado he didn't feel and tightened his jaw. He didn't want Wally to worry after all.