Damian shot bolt up right screaming at the top of his lungs. His voice bounced across the walls of the mansion. Then he layed back down, shaking in a dazeed state. Damian's mind spun and he wanted to vomit, but he resisted, closing his eyes and whimpering. His mind was that of a child, a helpless little orphan walking amongst the streets of New York City alone. Damian shifted in the medlab's bed, the nightmares were returning. Nalia was in danger, people wern't supposed to feel his pain, why did she heal him? Why? Tears streaked his cheek as he tried to tell himself it was ok.
"Damian? Where's Cassie?" Argyle asked. Damian remained frozen. Argyle ripped the life support needles and life checking systems off his body. He attempted to satnd but instead slipped down on his knees. Argyle pulled a wheelchair next to his bed, and managed to secure himself in it. He wheeled out into the hall and looked for Cassie.