Jason wasn’t sure how his day had gone so horribly wrong, twisted into a nightmare so unimaginably awful that he prayed he’d wake up soon.

Only he wouldn’t, because it was real. His girlfriend of three years had, in fact, slit her wrists in an attempt on her own life.

Which left Jason panicking in her hospital room while the doctors were preparing the operating room for surgery.

Bruce was there. Dick, Tim, and Damian were too. None of that mattered, not as the nurses came and took {{user}} away from him.

Jason followed quickly, forced to stop at the glass door that separated patients and visitors.

Jason banged against the glass, so unlike himself with wide panicked eyes, tears falling to the floor in abundance.

“Don’t leave me {{user}}!” Jason screamed. “Please don’t leave me!”

Bruce caught his son as Jason’s knees gave out, forcing him to lean on Bruce as tears and panic wracked his body mercilessly.

Jason barely made out the voices of his brothers behind him.

“If {{user}} survives…she’ll have to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital.”

That snapped Jason out of his panic for just a moment.

“There’s no if! She’s going to survive! She will!”