A second attempt at writing a "As Rose Petals Fall" sequel. Wish me luck on this one xP

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.

As Wounds Heal

Prologue:

This is Our Story

Zatanna's P.O.V:

My name is Zatanna Zatara and I'm 18-years-old this coming August. I'm also a Cancer Survivor. The cancer I had was Osteosarcoma, Stage II and it affected my legs. I thought I was going to die as my family had a history of female cancer coming from my mother, who died when I was 5 from Osteosarcoma, Stage III. But during July last year, I met a very strange boy. He was a few months younger than me and suffered from glioblastoma miltiforme brain tumors! Despite this, he refused to let it get him down and he was always smiling. His name was Richard John "Dick" Grayson II and I fell in love with him.

After being told I only had 7 months to live, Dick and I became a couple. It was the happiest time of my life. We went to a gamer convention, the cinema and even a charity ball together but our happiness was short-lived by the fact he was given only 5 months to live. Then things went crazy when I broke my legs only for the MRI to reveal my cancer receding! I still had to have my right leg amputated from the knee down and gave me a knee transplant but I was eventually cancer free.

Dick was overjoyed for me but he was still dying and didn't want me going through the pain of his death so he did something bot drastic and stupid... He went into surgery. He'd been told it was highly risky but if there was a chance he could survive for my sake, then he'd do it. The operation landed him in a severe coma spanning 5 weeks before he regained full awareness on December 1st, his 17th birthday.

Now that we're both in recovery, we got to leave St. Agnes Memorial Hospital for the final time and we moved back in with our families. My uncle, Giorgio Zatara, returned to Italy to earn money and left his son, my cousin, Zachary Zatara with us to attend school in America. Dick's family was filthy stinkin' rich so they owned a huge mansion called Wayne Manor but to avoid the press, they chose to stay in a penthouse owned by his family.

People think the battle's over when we're given the all-clear but they're wrong. The battle to recover is just as difficult and the fight to readjust to normal life was even more treacherous. My muscles are weak, I'm underweight and I have to learn to walk all over again. But I'm sure I can do it... as long as Dick's by my side.

Dick's P.O.V:

I'm Richard John Grayson II (after my Uncle Rick), Dick for short and I hate being called "junior". Anyways, I have a mutated gene called IDH1-R132H that I inherited from my father since it usually occurs in boys. This gene mutation causes glioblastoma multiforme brain tumors to grow. I had one when I was 14 and got it removed but the doctors missed an anomaly in my brain scan that turned out to be a secondary brain tumor. By the time I was 15, I had two of them and was hospitalized... I lost my little brother, Jason, to a car crash not long after.

When I was 16, I met the most bea-uti-ful girl in the world! Zatanna Zatara, even her name was enchanting. She was suffering from cancer and had lost sight of the things around her. We became friends but I had a crush on her from the moment I looked into those magical sky-blues of hers. But I kept a secret from her... I'd been given 6 months to live and by the time we got together, it was down to 5.

But Zatanna was amazing! She refused to take "no" as an answer and I couldn't help but fall victim to her feminine wiles. We spent a heavenly 4 months together when we found out she was in remission. I was ecstatic for her but my condition took a turn for the worst. I didn't want Zatanna to have to suffer the pain of my death so I went in for a risky brain surgery to have my brain tumors removed. Something went wrong and landed me in a coma for 5 weeks.

When I finally came to, it was on my 17th birthday would you believe it. Zatanna was right there when I regained awareness. A side-affect of my coma and brain surgeries was occasional memory lapses and a loss of dexterity, particularly in my hands. I had the knowledge of how to write and draw but my hands had lost that. Even holding a pencil properly became a challenge. To add to it, I didn't find the joy I once had in numbers. I used to be able to go hours just writing the digits of pi but now it wasn't as fulfilling as before. But I wasn't going to let that get me down!

It was during a date with Zatanna to the hidden gems of Gotham City did it happen. We wandered into a music store and I found myself... entranced... by the synchronizing notes played being displayed on a computer monitor. The mechanics behind it was amazing and I understood it all through the power of math! There was a beautifully hand-carved violin sitting in the window and I had to check my hypothesis. The moment I drew the bow over the strings and the vibrations buzzed through my fingertips, I knew. I played each note before I recalled the sounds of violin pieces I'd heard before and, somehow, I was able to match up those memories of sound to the violin in my hands. It was amazing. The hands that now wrote like a 5-year-old, was playing Mozart by-ear! The look of utter shock on Zatanna's face was just so adorable that I couldn't help but laugh.

No one can do something alone. It's impossible. Growing your own food? Someone must have packaged the seeds and made the tools. Doing a painting? Someone must have made the canvas, the brushes and the paint. Playing the violin? Someone had to have carved that violin and someone must have written that sheet music. I can't heal from my wounds by myself, that's not possible. But I know I can do it... with Zatanna.

Oh boy. If any of you have any ideas for this story, feel free to review with them.