Dabble for Babydracky
Title: The Choice
Characters: Jason, Dick
Rating: PG
Setting: AU, modern day, no capes
Warnings: Angst, language
Length: Drabble
Author’s Notes: This is the AU drabble inspired by babydracky’s prompt. Thanks to
dragonbat for betaing
They all knew it would happen. It had just been a matter of time, really. After all, there is a reason why hospital staff refer to motorcycle riders as “organ donors.” Jason snorts to himself at the term, seeing how darkly appropriate now, in a backwards way.
Its not that the road had been wet, or even the car that swerved into his lane which resulted in the accident. He’d negotiated both fine, but the deer that decided to step out in front of him…that was when he lay the bike down while still doing breakneck speeds. That he is still alive is a miracle in and of itself, or so people keep telling him. Dick should by all accounts be dead. Instead he’s in the hospital, recovering. Well sort of.
The broken bones and cuts will heal, but there is nothing that can be done for his kidneys. No one gave him the details so he really doesn’t understand the how or why of it, but both kidneys shut down after sustaining damage in the crash. His older brother is currently doing his dialysis run, letting the clunky machine pump his blood out, filter it then stuff it back in his battered body. It works, but it’s not an indefinite solution, more of a band aid. What he really needs is a transplant.
Wayne volunteered to be screened first. Alfred would have too but the doctor said he was too old. The butler made a sour face at that, yet accepted it. Wayne flat out refused to let Timmy be tested; he’s just too young to understand. Next had been Jason. No one held their breathe on that, which made the results all the more surprising when they came back.
He’s a match. He could save his adoptive brother’s life. All he had to do is say “yes.” It sounds so easy in his head. If only such was the case. He’s read the literature and understands what he’s giving up, potentially giving up. A person can survive on only one kidney, however if you fuck up the only one you have left, you’re rather screwed.
Jason has an active life; he’s put his street skills to good use, hiring on with a security company that tests and upgrades systems for businesses. It’s fun--being able to break into places legally, but it’s also physically demanding. His boss, Selena, is a nice lady and probably won’t fire him. He suspects she’d try to stuff him behind a desk. Like he’d ever let that happen.
But, would he have a choice? ’Surviving’ isn’t any guarantee of having the same quality of life. What if he’ tired easily? What if he couldn’t do his job any more? Or endangered someone because he tried to? He just didn’t know. So many questions and once the decision is made, it can’t be undone.
Sitting on the made bed in Dick’s hospital room, he looked out the window, searching for an answer. Instead, all he sees are three robins, hopping peacefully among the branches of an apple tree.
Characters: Jason, Dick
Rating: PG
Setting: AU, modern day, no capes
Warnings: Angst, language
Length: Drabble
Author’s Notes: This is the AU drabble inspired by babydracky’s prompt. Thanks to
dragonbat for betaing
They all knew it would happen. It had just been a matter of time, really. After all, there is a reason why hospital staff refer to motorcycle riders as “organ donors.” Jason snorts to himself at the term, seeing how darkly appropriate now, in a backwards way.
Its not that the road had been wet, or even the car that swerved into his lane which resulted in the accident. He’d negotiated both fine, but the deer that decided to step out in front of him…that was when he lay the bike down while still doing breakneck speeds. That he is still alive is a miracle in and of itself, or so people keep telling him. Dick should by all accounts be dead. Instead he’s in the hospital, recovering. Well sort of.
The broken bones and cuts will heal, but there is nothing that can be done for his kidneys. No one gave him the details so he really doesn’t understand the how or why of it, but both kidneys shut down after sustaining damage in the crash. His older brother is currently doing his dialysis run, letting the clunky machine pump his blood out, filter it then stuff it back in his battered body. It works, but it’s not an indefinite solution, more of a band aid. What he really needs is a transplant.
Wayne volunteered to be screened first. Alfred would have too but the doctor said he was too old. The butler made a sour face at that, yet accepted it. Wayne flat out refused to let Timmy be tested; he’s just too young to understand. Next had been Jason. No one held their breathe on that, which made the results all the more surprising when they came back.
He’s a match. He could save his adoptive brother’s life. All he had to do is say “yes.” It sounds so easy in his head. If only such was the case. He’s read the literature and understands what he’s giving up, potentially giving up. A person can survive on only one kidney, however if you fuck up the only one you have left, you’re rather screwed.
Jason has an active life; he’s put his street skills to good use, hiring on with a security company that tests and upgrades systems for businesses. It’s fun--being able to break into places legally, but it’s also physically demanding. His boss, Selena, is a nice lady and probably won’t fire him. He suspects she’d try to stuff him behind a desk. Like he’d ever let that happen.
But, would he have a choice? ’Surviving’ isn’t any guarantee of having the same quality of life. What if he’ tired easily? What if he couldn’t do his job any more? Or endangered someone because he tried to? He just didn’t know. So many questions and once the decision is made, it can’t be undone.
Sitting on the made bed in Dick’s hospital room, he looked out the window, searching for an answer. Instead, all he sees are three robins, hopping peacefully among the branches of an apple tree.