Tim tried to explain that he was fine. That he could get up and move and live his life again. Dick was having none of it and Tim considered it a minor victory that he'd been allowed clothes. Had been bundled with clothes in fact until he thought that it was likely he resembled a snowman built from sweaters. Overprotective big brothers had never
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At one point when she knew no one was in the room, she walked in, books under her arm. "So, how are you feeling? If you say better, I brought you presents."
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It was good to see her, someone that he hadn't tried to hurt yesterday, that he hadn't driven away. Someone who knew Stephanie, if only the couple of times that Cassie had met her. Right now, that seemed like water in the desert.
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She walked over and carefully sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him, and fanned out the five paperbacks she'd gotten from the bookshelf. "Since I doubt Dick is going to let you out anytime soon, I figured you could use something to stop yourself from going stir crazy."
She'd known Stephanie and genuinely liked Stephanie, even if they'd only met a few times. When Dick told her Stephanie had died, Cassie had been heart broken, for her and for Tim. But she had people who needed her to she'd worked through it. And making Tim smile helped too.
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"Let him be your big brother. He needs too." She said with a knowing grin as she picked up the book he'd named. "Darn, did I get one you've already read? Want me to try again?"
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He looked up at her. His face was still pale, despite all the heat and liquid they were pumping into him, his eyes still hollow and dark. "I'm glad you came."
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Then she just smiled. "Hey, no problem. I would have come in sooner, but I didn't want to crowd you with all the visitors and stuff." She knew what he probably meant, her being on the island, but she still didn't quite know what to say about that herself. "What are friends for?"
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