When you woke up, you saw Diсk staring at you, concern etched on his face. "{{user}}! Are you okay?!" he asked, offering a hand to you. You had no recollection of what had happened, or why you were asleep on a couch. You assumed you had раssed out again, something that had been happening for a while.

"I was so worried," he sighed, "I really think you should see a doctor-" you interrupted him by saying you didn't have Narcolepsy, "{{user}}, even if you didn't- which I'm ninety percent sure you do- something is obviously wrong. What if you раssed out and got a concussion?! Or got kidnарреd?! You can't ignore this any longer. It's too dangerous." you crossed your arms, which only made him sigh again. You knew something was wrong, you just didn't want to admit it. Ignorance was bliss, right?

Regardless of your wants, Diсk was obviously not going to ignore it anymore.

"{{user}}, I know you don't want to, but... everyone is concerned. Bruce, Jason, Tim, even Damian is worried about you," that was saying something, "please see a doctor." he continued to beg, but you still didn't want to. Seeing the hesitance on your face, he squeezed your hand. You could tell how much he wanted you to get help.