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[nomorefear]

[ He hesitates again, eyes still on her. It feels selfish, not leaving with her, not making sure she's alright too, but-- he wants to stay here with Dick. ]

...Okay. Thanks. Just a water and... I dunno. Whatever else you're getting.

[It feels like a relief, though, getting to stay here with Dick. Just the two of them.]

[thesnacks]

[ a part of her is thankful for just a few minutes of alone time. she’s always needed time on her own, as scary as her thoughts sometimes are. on her own, she doesn’t have to hold so steady, to act so strong like she knew for a fact that Dick would wake up.

what if he doesn’t?

besides, she also doesn’t want Dick to be left alone either, so this way, at least Jason would be there in case anything happened.

she numbly makes her way through the halls, where she can feel the energy behind every door, the pain of the hospital, the history that has been through these halls. she tries to tune it all out as she finds the cafeteria. ]

[nomorefear]

[ He's glad for the time alone too. He feels a little guilty cause he knows he should be with her too, but at the same time-- he needs to be with Dick. Dick is his first and foremost.

And really, all this time, all he's wanted to do was climb into bed with Dick and curl around him. Hold him.

When Rachel leaves the room, he does a little bit of that. He gets up out of the chair and sits on the bed instead, then lays down carefully, gently, pressing his head against Dick's chest as he closes his eyes. ]

I love you. I already fucking miss you. I'm sorry. I hope you wake up soon. I swear to god I won't be such a fucking pain in the ass if you wake up soon.

okokok here we go LMAO

[farcry]

[ it feels like quicksand. every breath feels suffocating, every bit of effort sinking into shifting molasses, keeping his consciousness pulled under darkness. he can feel a warmth pulling him forward and a quietly encouraging murmuring, cradling him.

the pain is there, too, hidden behind the quicksand and the warmth, and it threatens to break through and pull him under. he fights it like he’s always fought it. it’s his friend and his enemy, and it’s something he’s made peace with by now. it’ll always be there, and he always has to reach for the light.

you’re gonna be okay. you’re gonna wake up. i love you. i miss you. he has to grip back and pull himself forward, through the relenting quicksand and toward the warmth pooling across his chest. even if the pain sharpens every step of the way, he has to reach back.

Dick’s hand twitches in Jason’s, a tiny thing that’s just his index at first. then, he grips back, his fingers curling weakly against Jason’s. everything feels incredibly slow, like someone took time and dialed it back, muting everything. he struggles against its grip.

his first breath is shaky, and he shuts his eyes almost as soon as they crack open. it’s so bright. a familiar voice says something to him, and in the back of his mind, he finds it funny. ]

Ja—son?

[nomorefear]

[ Jason breathes in, he breathes out. It feels painful when he does so, because of the ache around his heart- but he breathes in, breathes out, keeping it in line with Dick's breathing. Something about it is comforting. It feels like maybe he can pull Dick out of this somehow, if he's here with him. If he works with him.

When Dick's fingers twitch, Jason lifts his head quickly, looking down at the older man. ]

Dick? Dick.... I'm here. I'm here. Wake up.

[His fingers do more than just twitch after that, curling around his own, and Jason lets out a soft sob, moving a hand to the other man's face as the one holding Dick's hand grips him a little tighter.]

You can wake up, it's ok. You're gonna be ok. I love you.

[Dick's eyes open, just a little at first. Jason knows what that feelings-- trying to wake up and re-aclimate to the world. He even smiles a little now, fingers sliding up to push Dick's hair back a little as he wakes up a little more.]

Yeah, it's me. I'm here. You're ok. Just breathe, ok? I'm here.

[farcry]

[ it’s Jason. holding onto his hand, smoothing back his hair, warm touch gentle against him, slowly coaxing his senses back.

Jason’s words fade in and out, but his voice feels safe, and there’s a strange sense of peace knowing that Jason is here. as if everything will be alright. ]

Jason..my hand. [ he winces, shakily breathes out. ] Ouch.

[nomorefear]

[ Jason's here. He'll always be here. He fucking swears it.

When Dick winces he loosens his grip completely, but he's still too damn scared to let go of his hand all the way. ]

Hey. Sorry... sorry. I didn't wanna let you go, you know? Felt like maybe if I held your hand tight enough... you'd come back. You'd wake up.

[farcry]

Yeah— [ he even manages a smile, eyes opened to tired, bleary slits as he takes in Jason’s worried expression. ] I know. I got you worried. Just needed a nap.

[ why… though. confusion clouds his mind as no clear answer surfaces. when he tries to lift his other hand to touch Jason, a bolt of pain races up his arm and he winces again. he looks down at his arm, then back at Jason, slowly blinking away the blurriness. his gaze slowly slides off to the side, taking in the unfamiliar room. a hospital? ]

How—bad is it?

[nomorefear]

[Jason knows he needs to call the nurse. And he will. He just needs a moment.

Dick is awake and alert. He's talking and he makes sense. He knows who he's taking to and that alone is the biggest relief.]

Just a nap, huh?

[His eyes are full of tears again- more relieved than anything, even as he takes a hold of Dick's arm and sets it back down so he won't be in so much pain.]

It's ok. Hey, it's ok. Don't move around too much, ok? I'm gonna call the nurse.

You got in an accident. Do you remember? We were talking on the phone. You're pretty banged up, but you're awake now, so you're gonna be ok. I'm gonna take care of you. You're gonna be ok.

[farcry]

[ if he’s at the hospital, then they’re probably pumping him full of pain meds, meaning he can’t reliably get a good sense of how bad things are. Jason keeps talking, which gives him something to try and focus on, but some of it isn’t making much sense.

that’s normal, though. he just woke up. ]

Okay, yeah. [ what’s strange is how sweet Jason is being, how Jason is suddenly crying over him as he gingerly guides his arm back to a resting position. the accident must have been bad for Jason to be treating him this tenderly, promising to take care of him.

if only they could have this when he wasn’t hurt. ]

Honestly, Jason…I don’t remember what happened.

Ooc: omfg you're double evil! 😂😂😂

[nomorefear]

[Jason expects Dick to be fully out of it, so it's alright. He doesn't need to be with it just yet.]

It's ok. Don't think too hard about it. They're taking care of you, you don't gotta worry about it, ok?

[He brushes Dicks hair back again.]

I'm gonna stay here the whole time. I called Rachel too. She's here. She just went to grab something to eat. Lemme call the nurse, alright?

[He leans in to press a kiss against Dick's forehead, then gets up to go into the hall to call the nurse.]

I’m terrible 🤪

[farcry]

[ the confusion is clear in his eyes, mixed with a pleased warmth when Jason pulls away from kissing his forehead. maybe he’s not awake yet. maybe he’s stuck in an alternate universe where everything has sorted itself out. Jason’s touch feels too good to be real, and the whole situation feels like a fever dream.

and Rachel? and Jason being on speaking terms?

he huffs a quiet wry laugh. ]

Alright. [ don’t think too hard about it.

when Jason ducks into the hallway, he looks around, trying to recognize the space he’s in. there’s that pain scale on the wall. what he can see of the window tells him it’s morning outside, but it’s a grey, rainy day.

with a steady inhale, he puts an elbow down, leaning hard into his good side as he attempts to peel himself up.

wasn’t there something he was trying to work out? something that distressed him? that muted dull pain pulses with his heartbeat, and when he finally manages to lift his head, everything starts spinning. he shuts his eyes hard. ]

Fuck.

[ a nurse emerges almost immediately through the double doors when Jason calls, and quickly follows Jason back into Dick’s room. ]

Poor Jason 😭

[nomorefear]

[Jason can see the confusion, but he knows they'll sort it out. Dick is awake and coherent, and that's the most important thing.

Even better, hearing Dick laugh the way he does. Finally, a little bit of relief settles his nerves.

The nurse comes quickly as well, which he's grateful for.]

He's awake. He's talking. That's good news, right?

[He tells says to the nurse, then goes right back to Dick's side. He also texta Rachel that Dick's awake.]

[thesnacks]

It's great news, [ the nurse replies with a calm smile as she places a hand gently on Dick's good shoulder, guiding him to lay back on the bed. Dick looks at her through squinted eyes, lets a shaky breath out and follows her guidance. she pushes a button to recline the hospital bed so he sit up slightly. he winces with the movement, but settles.

he hates hospitals. doesn't like doctors and nurses who aren't Alfred. does Jason know that about him? he stares blankly at the nurse when she sits beside his bed and records onto a clipboard, then calmly, factually retells him what happened. the accident on the highway off-ramp, the ambulance, the medically induced coma, and reassures him that he probably can't recall any of this yet, but that it'll come back with time. he accepts it. maybe he hasn't had a concussion this bad before, but none of this is especially new.

before the nurse finishes speaking, Rachel bursts into the room, bright and teary-eyed as she sees Dick. she gasps with a smile, his name mangled in a sob as she makes her way to the other side of his bed, pressing into a hug that has Dick wincing softly. I knew you'd wake up, she repeats twice, muffled into his shoulder. he smiles in return, good arm raising to hug her back the best he can. it's hard to imagine that before, he wanted to distance himself from people, when having people who care about him is the best feeling in the world. ]

Rach, I can't--breathe. [ she lets him go with an apologetic, wet smile and steps back, blinking away the tears as she smiles at the nurse and Jason. finally, after asking more questions and promising a series of tests once he regains more of his awareness, the nurse leaves.

it's then that Rachel gets a phone call. ]

It's Gar. [ wide-eyed, she looks at Jason, then Dick, then back to Jason. ] What do I say?

[nomorefear]

[Rachel goes in so hard that Jason wants to tell her to be careful, but he understands. He wants nothing more than to climb into that bed and lay with Dick, holding him tightly until he heals up completely.

He gives Rachel a teary smile when she looks over to him, and when the nurse leaves, Jason goes back to th bedside to slide his fingers through Dick's. He doesn't ever want to let go.

When Gar calls, Jason hesitates, then gives a small shrug.]

Tell him...I mean. If you want to.

[He says, looking at Dick.]

[farcry]

[ Dick is staring at their linked hands when he realizes both Jason and Rachel are looking at him, waiting for some sort of answer. he frowns, feeling like he's severely lacking context. ]

Tell him I'm coming back soon. I'll be fine, but until then, I'm counting on you guys to pick up the slack. You can't do much when you're sitting here waiting for me, though. [ Rachel looks a little unsure with his answer and hesitates for a moment before bringing the phone up to her ear and stepping outside again. ]

You too, Jason.

[nomorefear]

[He knows maybe it's a lot to ask right now but it really does depend on what Dick wants to do. He doesn't want to overwhelm him right now or have a ton of people rushing in here. Not if that's not what Dick wants.

When Rachel steps out again, Jason squeezes his hand.]

I know this is a lot. I'm sorry.

[And then he has to ask.]

Pick up the slack?

[farcry]

It's fine. [ he just needs a moment, that's all. he can feel the tears in his head starting to turn again, but there's the molasses, making everything sticky and messy.

making him look at Jason, eyes tracing over those features, trying to decipher what that questioning look is for. he looks down at their hands, then back up to Jason's face again.

god--those eyes. his own expression softens, voice dropping. ]

What am I missing?

[nomorefear]

[ Now that everything has slowed down a little, and it's just the two of them again, Jason starts to notice more than just the sudden relief that Dick is awake and talking. There's more confusion on Dick's face, and when he looks at their interlocked hands, Jason has this sinking feeling that he's missing something here too.

He swallows thickly, almost too scared to ask. ]

How-- how far back don't you remember?

[farcry]

[ slowly, Dick shakes his head, recognizing the worry on Jason's face. he's not sure how to answer that question when his memory feels unreliable in itself. ]

I don't know. It's not linear. I don't think so, at least. [ he looks at their hands again. ] I know I was tracking a van when I got into the accident. It contained drugs being routed to Gotham, but I don't know what we were talking about when you called.

[nomorefear]

[ It feels like something's really off when Dick keeps looking at their joined hands, as if he's confused by it. As if he doesn't know why this is happening. It's unsettling, at it scares Jason to his core.

He's never been as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks he is, especially when they're intense ones. It's even harder for him to hide them now, when he's been so open with Dick- since they've gotten so close. Right now it's a mix of dread and heartbreak.]

No, that's-- that's not...

[He shakes his head, suddenly at a loss for words.]

That was more than a year ago.

[farcry]

[ his heart leaps to his throat, feeling the same kind of dread on Jason's face inside himself. a year. a year. ]

Wait--the nurse said... there was a van. I was on my bike when I got hit and you were on the phone with me. Was I out for a year? [ he starts to sit up, gripping Jason's hand hard. ] How long have I been out for? [ a beat. ] Where are we?

[nomorefear]

[ Now he can put the pieces together- not just the confusion of the crash, but the confusion in the way Dick keeps looking at him. Their hands. In Dick's head...oh god. They're not even together.

Jason almost pulls his hand from Dick's in shock, but Dick grabs it tighter, so he doesn't. ]

You weren't out for a year, no. You were out for about seven hours. We're at Mercy Hospital in San Fransisco-- near the tower. You just-- you can't remember. You don't remember how we're--

[He has to stop talking so he can bite back his tears. No one else knew they were together either. Now it's as if it was all just in Jason's head.]

[farcry]

[ how could he have lost a whole years’ memories in a single crash? he grips Jason’s hand tight like a lifeline, propping himself up higher as he stares wide-eyed as the information sinks in. it hurts to sit up, but he ignores it. ]

How we’re… together? Is that right?

[ there’s surprise on his face, but a kind of understanding. the way Jason looks at him, the way he holds Dick’s hand, everything he heard when he was still under would make sense. I love you. I miss you. Jason promised not to leave his side, to take care of him. like a lover.

but it feels right. ]

[nomorefear]

[Jason looks down, nodding at Dick's question then reaches out to quickly and gently press Dick back against the bed.]

Hey, come on...the nurse said you shouldn't try to sit up just yet. Let your body rest, ok?

[It's easier to focus on that, than the intense heartache that seems to be rushing through his entire body. Dick doesn't remember. Everything that they've been building up on all this time. Being in love, Jason coming over here, the two of them making love, the way Dick has been holding him together-- he doesn't remember.

Jason wants to scream.]

It's okay. It's ok.