[ Thankfully, Alfred's seen fit to stow a small ice chest nearby for this very occasion, and Damian squeezes Dick's hand before releasing the boy long enough to get a small cup of ice chips for him. Once the danger had passed, Damian had been stonily insistent that Dick be moved to his own room for recovery, and it's there the boy is resting with his equipment set up around him. Not as much as there was; an IV drip, some oxygen, some biometrics. Better than the sterile surroundings of the medical bay.
He didn't want him to wake up down there. ]
A few days. [ Closer to a week. ] You woke up for a bit earlier, but I doubt you remember. Alfred had you on the very strong medications.
[ There's a dangerously amused smirk playing around his lips, although the rest of him is utterly composed as he holds up a spoonful of ice chips for Dick to take. ]
Timothy came in to see you once he got back in from the Tower. You ended up proposing to him, but he had to turn you down. [ He clicks his tongue. ] You were so heartbroken, for nearly an entire thirty seconds.
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He didn't want him to wake up down there. ]
A few days. [ Closer to a week. ] You woke up for a bit earlier, but I doubt you remember. Alfred had you on the very strong medications.
[ There's a dangerously amused smirk playing around his lips, although the rest of him is utterly composed as he holds up a spoonful of ice chips for Dick to take. ]
Timothy came in to see you once he got back in from the Tower. You ended up proposing to him, but he had to turn you down. [ He clicks his tongue. ] You were so heartbroken, for nearly an entire thirty seconds.