Dick felt Copperhead pick him up and carry him out of the room, but he was too tired to resist. Instead, he felt his eyes finally slip close, loosing the fight to stay open as he was placed on a bed. Almost immedietly, he curled onto his side and released a sigh, all previous fears forgotten for the time being. At the sound of the door closing, Dick was already drifting off to sleep.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what woke him up, but Dick sat on the bed rubbing his eyes nonetheless. He froze for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings before it all came back. Then he heard it again, somebody had walked down the hall. The sound was too light to be the big man, it must be Copperhead. Carefully, Dick slid off the bed and opened the door slowly before padding down the hall, concealed by the shadows. When he got to the living room he hesitated for a moment, wondering if Copperhead would be mad that he was out of bed, but when he saw the bandages he moved further into the room. Careful as not to disturb her, Dick approached the arm of the couch, placing his hands on it and looking down at one of the cuts he could see on Copperhead's arm.<br/><br/>"What happened?" He asked, voice full of concern.