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Dick tried desperately to staunch the blood blooming from Wally's stomach, as Roy stood guard, shooting down anything that got too close. It was supposed to be a routine mission, nothing too dangerous. Just them, Roy, and a few others cleaning up the last few aliens from the last big invasion. They hadn't even been particularly dangerous.
At least... they weren't supposed to be.
One of them had fired a beam at Dick. He wouldn't have been able to dodge, but Wally shoved him out of the way, taking the hit instead.
"Out of all the—" Dick choked out. Wally's heart rate had already begun to increase.
"Would'a hit you in the head."
At the moment, Dick couldn't bring himself to care about that fact, much preferring that one of his best friends not be bleeding out on him. "The others are on their way. We'll be feeling the aster in no time."
"Yeah," Wally breathed. "'M tired."
"Kid Flash," Roy said, letting loose an arrow. "Don't you dare go to sleep."
"Right. No sleep."
"Good. Tell... tell me about the new restaurant you said you and Flash tried last week," Dick said.
"The all y'can eat one in Italy?"
"That one."
"I don't 'member the name, but there was eggplant, cheese, and tomato sauce stacked on top of each other. It tasted good."
"Oh?"
"They had good..." Wally tried to swallow, and his eyes fell shut for a moment. "Risotto."
"What did it taste like?"
"Y've had it. Your butler made it once." Wally let out a weak giggle. "Y' got a butler. Your stupid rich."
"Yeah, yeah, I am. Tell me about the Risotto anyway."
"It had rice."
"What else?"
Wally looked up at Dick, confusion contorting his features. "I don't 'member."
"That's okay."
"They're five minutes out," Roy said.
Dick worked to keep Wally talking until the plane touched down beside them. They wasted no time in gathering him up, Roy taking his feet, and Dick his arms, and running towards it.
Wally let out a pained grunt as he was set on a cot, Batman already moving to hook up an IV.
It wasn't long before Wally's eyes fell shut, and no one could get him to wake up. He still had a pulse, and it was racing, trying it's best to move too little blood around the speedster's body. His hands were too cold, even with the numerous shock blankets they'd piled on him.
They made it to their base, Doctors already waiting for them.
Batman placed a hand on Dicks shoulder, whispering something too quiet for anyone else to understand, but they thought they got the gist when he was led away. Likely to clean off the copious amounts of blood on him. Roy wasn't far behind.
The boys were quiet as they exited the showers. Bruce was standing outside waiting for them.
"Any news on Wally yet?" Dick asked.
"He's in surgery, but we haven't gotten any news on his condition."
The three walked to the waiting room. They hadn't been gone long, but Barry had paced a hole quite literally through the carpet, and had started one in the floor. If Oliver had tried to stop him after he arrived, he had clearly given up.
They were there for hours, and Barry had to be forced to sit down before he fell through the floor, but finally a doctor exited the room. The relief was palpable when they were told Wally would be okay.
It was well into the next day when Wally woke up.
"Ugh, What happened?" He asked.
"You jumped in front of a ray gun, Wally!" Roy said.
"Yeah," Dick said. "You were so out of it from blood loss you couldn't even talk about food."
Wally winced. "That isn't good."
"No duh," Roy said.
"B and Barry's gonna chew you out," Dick said.
"After we do."
"Really guys!?"
Roy crossed his arms. "You nearly bleed out on us."
"Rob would've been shot in the head!"
"And you couldn't have just thrown something at me?" Dick countered.
"Or tackled his legs?"
"Maybe tried pulling me out of the way instead of pushing?"
"I panicked!"
"Then perhaps you need more training when you're healed," Batman said.
Both Roy and Dick jumped up, leaving the chairs open for Barry and Bruce if they wanted or needed them.
"You deserve this," Dick said.
"How could anyone deserve being chewed out by Batman? Guys!"
"You say that like he won't give you a lollipop afterwards if you cry, ya weeny," Roy said.
"Hey, I'm not the one named after a weeny."
"Try harder, I've already heard that one," Dick teased, and with that, they both rushed out of the room, completely unaware Oliver was at the end of the hallway to heard them back to the room. They weren't about to get out of the upcoming lecture any more than Wally was.