Dick's POV
As I carried Babs out of the now-crashed WarWorld, all I could do was keep my hand on her wrist, making sure she still had a pulse.

I had been sitting beside her bed for two days. She wasn't in a coma, apparently, she was flicking in and out of consciousness. I'm about to stand up and leave, when I hear a weak voice behind me.
"H-hey, Grayson. F-fancy me-eting you h-here." Babs whispered. I turned around and threw my arms around her. "S-so, about th-the wedding." Oh my god, I had forgotten my proposal! "D-do you still w-want to d-do it?"
"Of course I do Babs!" I whisper. I want to kiss her, but now is not the time.
"G-good. When I'm outta this h-hell-hole, we'll talk about it, o-ok?"
"Ok."
"D-Don't try and b-be all Augustus Waters on me!" She said sassily.
"Ok." I said simply.
"G-g-God. You know about as much about the w-word 'no' as you do a-about doors!" Babs exclaimed. See, that's why I loved her. She could literally be stabbed several times and still crack jokes.
"What're those?" I asked sarcastically. Babs lifted her hand to punch me, but didn't have the strength, so I took her hand, and moved it to my cheek, giving myself a soft punch.
"Bam." She said softly.
"Bam." I repeated, grinning.