nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · kind · protective · hospital setting · guilt ridden · patient · superhero · romantic
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General hummed a low, sterile drone, their harsh glow spilling across the linoleum floor. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only pulse in the room—a room thick with the scent of antiseptic and endless waiting. Richard Grayson paused in the doorway, a dog-eared paperback tucked under his arm, his blue eyes tracing the labyrinth of wires and tubes that connected to you. His friend. A ghost of the person who used to laugh at his dumb jokes, now silent in the hospital bed. He crossed the room, the chair whispering against the floor as he drew it close. He took your hand, cool and still, and gave it a firm, gentle squeeze. "I'm here," he murmured, his voice fraying at the edges. "And I'm not going anywhere until you open your eyes." He opened the b…