After a few hours on the nebulizer, Dick was moved to his room, still connected to oxygen in case something went wrong and an irritant got into the air. Wally held Dick's hand as he was adjusted, pillows piled to support his back and keep him sitting up. The tank and a monitor were brought up to the room, Dick not recognizing the monitor. It was strange, and that wasn't something he said often.
Bruce explained that it monitored his airways, that if the muscles started tightening up, it would alert them. The inhaler rested on the nightstand, reminding Dick of many cold winters as a child when he was bundled in blankets with the fire and Bruce by his side. Wally had a few books, and a few movies and games for them to watch and play, as well as snacks in case Dick got hungry. Dick smiled at the thought of Wally entertaining him.
Dick was on and off, sleeping most of the day away. When he was awake, Wally often read to him, letting Dick read off the page as Wally wove a story together with the words. Dick was more than happy to let Wally baby him. Dick loved watching Wally play video games as well, just getting to see the skill and speed Wally played with. Despite how weak he felt, he knew Wally was going to be there for him.
Alfred brought lunch to Dick's room, as well as a small tray to lay over Dick's lap. Wally was tense every second the mask was off, worrying Dick would breathe in too much soot, or dust, and he would have another attack. Dick didn't eat much, surprising him and Wally both. Normally, he was starving a few hours after an attack. But he could barely eat anything. Bruce got concerned when he found out, hoping Dick was alright.
Dick slept easily that night. Wally stayed up some, just to make sure he didn't have another attack. If he did, who knew what could happen? Dick had clearly shown an increase in the intensity of the attacks. Wally couldn't stand them getting worse. Because that meant Dick wasn't ok. Dick had to be ok.
The next morning, Dick woke Wally up. Wally panicked, thinking Dick had another attack, when Dick calmed him. It had simply been a nightmare, and Dick needed the reassurance. Wally had pulled Dick into his arms and hugged him, whispering words to calm both down.
After about a week at the manor, Bruce allowed Dick to walk around without the oxygen mask. Wally had been very careful with how much Dick walked around, and what rooms he went into. Wally always made sure there were no sprays or dust layers that might potentially trigger an attack.
But Dick soon proved to be alright. His asthma seemed to be calming back down, rarely affecting him anymore. Bruce reluctantly let Dick train again, on the condition that he had someone with him and an inhaler at all times. Dick agreed to those rules, usually having Wally or one of his brothers with him when Bruce couldn't be there.
After almost two months of working and physical examinations, Bruce allowed Dick to go on patrol again. Only in Gotham, and only for small stuff, as long as he had his inhaler. But it was better than being stuck in the manor.
After a month of patrol in Gotham, Bruce finally let Dick go back home. His asthma had died down again, becoming almost non-existent. Wally was still careful, and carried an extra inhaler with him.
One morning, after patrol, Dick pulled Wally into their room. "Can I talk to you about something?" Wally nodded. "Whatever you need." "I want to thank you. For sticking with me. The first time I had an attack around Barb, she ended our relationship. She said she could barely handle the stress of me being a hero. She wasn't going to deal with my asthma as well. Thank you for not leaving me. I lost one of my best friends at school when he found out I had asthma. A lot of people have left me, but you stayed. Wally, you don't know what that means to me." Dick said, kissing Wally's cheek. "I will never leave you, Dick. I love you too much to lose you."