Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“Go help Robin and Miss M,” he repeated.
“Artemis is tending to them.” There was a quiver to Aqualad’s usually calm voice. “Kid? Can you … can you see me?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He tried to reassure Aqualad, but his head fell back onto his friend’s shoulder and he could feel his eyelids droop. “I’m fine, I just … My sight is …” Kid Flash lost his train of thought and he lifted his hand from his wound, it felt warm and sticky. “Am I … Am I still bleeding?” And his arm fell limply to the side.
He didn’t protest as Aqualad lifted him up, holding him close and yelled, “Miss Martian! Call the bioship! Now!”
Kid Flash closed his eyes and let himself drift off because he was too tired, too worn out. The darkness was all the same anyway.
The first time it happened was the scariest. It happened the day he had been released from the hospital and he was confined to bed rest despite the fact that Wally never had more energy in his life.
“Don’t move a muscle until I get back and we’ll figure this out together,” Uncle Barry told him.
“Where are you going?” Wally asked and secretly hoped that his uncle would take him with him. Maybe even take him for a run.
“To Gotham. For some advice.” And with that Uncle Barry pressed a kiss on Wally’s forehead and was gone.
Wally tried to stay in bed. He really did. But when the phone rang downstairs and no one was answering it, he left his room to get the phone. Except Wally was unable to control himself and moved at super speed for the first time to the living room. At first he was surprised that he made it downstairs so fast and then he was confused when he couldn’t see anything. Wally blinked rapidly and frantically rubbed at his eyes trying to clear his vision and his heart began to pound in his chest when it didn’t. He couldn’t see. He waved his own hand in front of his face and there was nothing.
“Mom? Mom!” He called out, his voice shaking. “Mom!? Dad!?” Wally waited and listened for his parents, but all he heard was the hum of white noise. It hit him like a ton of bricks as he realized that his parents had left him alone. His parents had left their son who just got out of the hospital alone.
“Fuck!” Wally ran his hands through his hair and gripped at his scalp. “What the hell!? What the hell is wrong with me!? Why can’t I see? Why can’t I see!? Mom! Dad! Aunt Iris! Uncle Barry! Help! Help me!” He called for everyone he could think of, but there was no answer. He was alone and he couldn’t see.
Panic rose up in him and Wally fumbled around the room, knocking down a lamp and a side table in his effort to make it back to the stairs. He almost cried out with relief when his fingers met the familiar polished banister of the staircase and made his way upstairs and to his room. After only taking a few steps into the room, he tripped over his own sneakers and hit the carpeted floor hard. Between the shock of the impact and his fear, Wally didn’t have the energy to get back up and he couldn’t stop the terrified sob from leaving his throat. At least no one was around to hear him.
All of the boundless energy he earlier had been drained from his very being and he lied upon the rough carpet, waiting. Waiting for someone to find him, for his vision to return, for his crying to stop, for anything really.
Wally squeezed his eyes shut, but it made no difference.
When Wally finally opened his eyes again the light had returned.
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