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Dick felt like he was floating. Everything was pitch dark, and in the air a faint odor of maybe tobacco. Then he started hearing some indistinct voices. They felt familiar, calling for him in his hazy mind.
After a time at listening to them, he dissociated the voices in two. Wally and Jason, his memory provided him. The two guys were calmly chatting, near him. Slowly waking up, Dick noticed his top half was completely numb, with a cold feeling emanating from it. With some difficulties, he peeled his eyes open. Not being met with the blinding light he often got when waking up in a hospital room, he opened his eyes frankly. The chatting stopped.
Two figures approached and came in his field of view, one black and broad, the other red and slimmy. The red one took his left hand, squishing it in a comforting way.
"Hi ", Wally smiled.
Squinting, Dick smiled back.
"Hi."
"You gave us quite a scare there. "
"I.. Sorry, I didn’t thought it was that bad. "
"That’s your excuse ? " his boyfriend snorted.
Jason sighed.
"As though as I appreciate that you ended up calling me before you could end up dead, it would be nice if you had just stayed home sleeping. "
"Would you believe me if I said I didn’t wanted to be the reason you had a bonus patrol this week ? "
"Yes, because it’s something you pull every week of the year. Except most of the time you don’t end up half dead. "
Wally one handed cupped his cheek, brushing a loose tear with his thumb.
"Dick we get it, and your selflessness is something I definitely love about you. But sometimes, you have to let others be selfless for you. "
Dick, looking down, whispered another apology. Wally opened his arms, and when Dick nodded, he embraced him in a bear hug, mindful of his injuries. Jason put his hand on Dick’s back, rubbing it.
After a moment, Jason cleared his throat.
"Not that I don’t like my apartment having more than me in it, I think that now he’s awake, you can bring him home Wally. "
Coming out of the hug, Dick snickered.
"Ow you’re kicking out a poor injured man ? "
Grunting, the taller man side-eyed him.
"I like sleeping in my own bed you know. "
Wally laughed, and went to the living room to take the bag that contained Dick’s changing clothes and costume. Dick straightened up in the bed, wincing. Noticing it, Jason came to help him.
"You might need Wally help a lot for the next weeks. The blows you took have touched your chest muscles, so you will be a bit limited in your movement. "
"Yeah, I figured, " Dick sighed "though I’m not gonna complain of having my man take care of me. "
Jason laughed, gently flicking his head.
After Wally came back and helped Dick get dressed, they carefully walked to their car, and Wally drove them home.
...
Wally opened the door for Dick, and let him get inside before going back to walking next to him, making sure he doesn’t fall. His footsteps are unsure, slow, wich is not something you would often see coming from an acrobat. But he still managed to reach the couch, flopping into it. Wally brought him a fluffy blanket, kissing him gently on the forehead, and made his way to the kitchen. As he lit the teapot, he started rummaging into a little box.
"Honey ? Wich tea do you want ?"
"Uh maybe some jasmine please !"
Wally hummed in agreement, and infused the boiling water with said jasmine. Finally, he set up a little tray with two steaming cups of tea and biscuits. After having left the tray on the coffee table, he snuggled with Dick under the cover, and light on the TV. After debating a bit on wich movie to see, they both agreed on a Barbie movie that Dick seemed to have taken greet interest for recently.
...
All he knows is that he’s running. Running from what ? Who knows, but it’s behind him. But his footsteps are getting slower, and the scary being closer. Then suddenly, Dick wake screaming, gasping for air.
Dick awoke in a gasp, the last remnant of the nightmare still running behind him. Petrified in the dark, his breathing accelerated, and he tried to sit up to calm himself. His vision blurry with tears, his hand reached for his shirt, grasping it tightly. The movement caused his wound to flare up, making him groan.
At the noise, hands were on him, hugging him, comforting him. Wally's warm body cuddled against him, anchoring him to the reality, and slowly, Dick breathes became slower. He slumped against his boyfriend, worn out. Wally eased him back down under the blanket, cradling him in his arms. Dick put his head on his torso, letting the other man tangle his hand in his black hair, massaging his scalp. Wally kissed the top of his head, waiting for him to go back to sleeping.
Quickly enough, Dick went back to softly snoring.
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"Uhm Wally ? I might need some help here"Dick called from the bathroom.
Cross legged on the couch, Wally looked up from his phone to glance in his direction.
"What's happening ?"
"I can't... I can't wash my hair."
Worried, Wally dropped his phone and dashed to the bathroom.
Dick looked at him sheepishly, sitting naked in the tub. He had also stripped himself of his bandages, probably to wash his wound a bit. The scarring was still a bit red, but at least, it had closed. Wally sat on the ground, waiting for him to explain. Dick sighed and pointed the scars.
"I can't raise my arms, my muscles are still way too sore."
Wally smiled softly. He gestured to the hair products.
"It's okay, just turn around I will take care of it big bird."
Dick nodded and put himself back to him. After having damped his hair with a water cup, Wally opened the shampoo bottle, and started applying the lotion. Gently scratching, he washed the different strand of black hair, starting by the roots. Dick exhaled, content.
After ricing the hair, he put on the hair conditioner. A sweet scent filled the air, and Wally resumed his massage. Once the hair were done, he went down and used his hands on Dick's neck, shoulders, higher back.
He pursued his care until the water was no more warm. His boyfriend had fallen asleep, so Wally unplugged the sink, and lifted Dick out of it, quickly wrapping him in a fluffy towel. Gently clothing him in a large t shirt and sweat pants, he carried him to their bed, tucking him in.
...
When Wally woke up, the bed was empty.
Sun peaked through the curtains, blinding him at first. When he glanced at his bedside clock, he figured he must have missed the alarm, given that it was almost 10 pm. Peeling the sheets, he slowly got out of bed.
Blinking, he followed the food scent that was floating in the apartment. Once he arrived in the kitchen, he felt his heart melting.
After weeks of seeing his lover pained in almost every movement, wincing when trying to make it through the day, it felt good. Sure, he was very happy to help him in every way possible, but it was also hard to watch when simple movements hurted him, when he ended paralyze in pain after moving wrong.
So to see him moving in the kitchen, cooking all by himself with fluidity and not looking in pain, was a relief.
Coming from behind, Wally gave Dick a warm hug, kissing him on the cheeks. Dick, smiling warmly, turned around and kissed him back on the lips.
After a bit, Dick smiled.
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