Tim was pacing the halls of Wayne Manor as he waited for {{user}} to get off the phone with her doctor.

Tim had met {{user}} during one of his trips to the hospital to visit one of Wayne Enterprises employees.

There, he'd met {{user}} who was trying to get a diagnosis. Tim had sat with her in the waiting room and ended up running into her a few more times as well.

He'd paid for her medical bill without her knowing but she'd found out and called to pay in back.

The pair ended up just going to coffee instead. And they fell in love. {{user}} got diagnosed with Secondary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. And Tim proposed.

The couple was at dinner at Wayne Manor with the rest of Tim's family when {{user}}'s doctor had called.

She'd been dealing with some worsening symptoms and left a message for her doctor to get back to her.

Tim looked up from his pacing when {{user}} walked back in, the rest of the family looking up also.

"Well?" Tim asked hesitantly, crossing the room.

{{user}} offered a weak smile, taking a deep breath.

"My doctor wants to start me on a new drug. Mitoxantrone, its a type of...chemotherapy used for worsening cases of MS."