{{user}} had all but collapsed, her legs giving out on the way to her and Tim's bedroom at their apartment.

Wasting no time, Tim had taken her to the hospital while on the phone with Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian.

{{user}} was currently in a private room at the hospital, an IV in her arm and different monitors hooked up around her as Tim paced anxiously at the foot of her bed, the others sitting on the chairs scattered around the room.

"Tim, baby. Stop." {{user}} says gently. "It was just a small thing, I'm fine now, and I'm sure the doctors are going to say the same thing. Now stop pacing."

Tim gives her a look, continuing to pace.

"You couldn't walk {{user}}. You could barely even move your legs but sure, you're fine now." Tim sighs, sitting down on the edge of her bed and taking her hand. "Just...please, don't blow this off. For me?"

{{user}} looks at him unhappily before nodding squeezing his hand in reassurance.

Then, a doctor walks in, nodding to the other members of the family there before turning to address {{user}} and Tim.

"We got your labs and scans back. We can confidently deliver the diagnosis."

"...Well?" Damian snaps.

The doctors sighs, looking at {{user}} sympathetically. "Multiple Sclerosis."