Date: October 19, 2001

Time: 7:35 p.m.

Place: Mercy General Hospital, Surgical Ward, Gotham City

This is actually the first time I’ve been awake for more than an hour. I’ve been here a total of eight inna half hours and already I’m ready to leave. But, seeing as how I can’t, I’m abiding by the rules and staying put.

Last night, I finally talked to Dick. I know I shouldn’t have put it off like I did, but... I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want him getting any more upset about this whole factor than he already was. I did the same thing to Kara as well; I waited, where I really shouldn’t have, to tell her that I was going in for surgery. I’m actually kind of mad at myself for waiting as long as I did, it shouldn’t have happened. She told me she wasn’t really all that mad, but in reality I could just tell by the expression on her face. (It’s one of those things that comes naturally to me by all of the training.) I don’t want her or Dick… or anyone else to worry about me, ya know?? It just seems to add to problems if they do. But then, I could see where more problems would escalate if I don’t tell them—Arugh—WHAT is wrong with me!?? It’s like—I WANT to tell them, but I just can’t find a way to TELL them. Maybe it’s all out of fear, all out of… pure cowardice. I don’t know—but whatever it is, it needs to stop. Or else I’m going to be loosing some people that are very dear to me.

While I was talking to Dick, Wally came in through the front door and went.. straight for the bathroom. Minutes later, I hear him screaming. I told Dick to hang on while I went to check things out. When I opened the door, Wally... he-- there was blood… just everywhere and OH GOD. Poor thing was just a mess. I asked him why he didn’t just go to hospital or something. “I needed to get you to your appointment.” Was the answer he gave me. When he moved his hand from his side.. a metal stake was still lodged within him. He kept wanting to pull it out, but.. I was too afraid it was going to further damage something. I grabbed my bags and told Dick Wal’s was hurt and.. drove him down to Mercy myself.

We got there and the doctors there rushed him into the ER and immediately went up to the operating room. When I got to the front desk to fill out forms, it wasn’t long before they took me as well. The last thing I can remember is the bright lights I saw while I was being wheeled into my room, then… darkness after that. Before being taken, I got a chance to find out where he was—my doctor, Dr. Livingston (YES, that’s her name. Honestly.), took it upon her self to find out where he was and.. well… managed to get his bed next to mine. So now.. he’s asleep, resting quietly, doing fine. All of which are good things. I still don’t know what actually happened. He passed out before I could ask.

I’m getting some BAD feeling I know who did this to him, but.. I can’t be sure. I’m SO confused right now—Arugh.. Hospital room’s COLD—I still don’t know WHY Wally didn’t, well YOU know... USE his powers to get out of the way. I thought pieces could just vibrate through him, but then again he ISN’T invincible like Superman. He’s fast, but… I… what if someone’s out to get HIM too?? Just.. because of me? If I keep this up, I’ll continue to be a danger to him and I can’t let that happen. A life isn’t worth MY saving.

Footsteps.. I hear footsteps. I better go. I hope Dick and Kara received my emails I sent them.. letting them know where both Wally AND I are. I’ll keep you updated on how things go.

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