This takes place after Dick gets back from Spyral (which hasn't happened.) I'm basing some of this story off an episode I saw of 'Monsters Inside Me;' so if you don't like medical stuff, you have been warned. If you do I hope you like it. Plus, this story has just that a story to it; so it's not 'all' medical. I am not a doctor and probably a lot/some of this stuff wouldn't happen to you if you got 'ill' with this. Plus, I like to add stuff medical and otherwise for the drama. Remember this is fiction. While the 'disease' I'm giving him is real some of the stuff might be off about it (not everything.) In fact while you're reading this story, you can go look up the real thing.

In this story Jason is 19, but he's kinda missing six months so 18. Dick is 22/23 and Tim is 17.

Oh, and this is in no ways by (any) means a slash. They are (brothers) and Bruce is there (Father) (nothing) more.

So I don't own Batman or anything Batman related, or Monsters Inside Me, etc., etc.

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter one

Jason's Point of View

I woke up with a pounding headache and coughing up a lung. "Uh," I wheeze grabbing my chest, "Owe."

This stupid cold has been bothering me for a month now, and it's only getting worse! It's like 'Oh, Jason your life's not crappy enough today, here let me just be a pal and give you nausea. Oh, not bad enough? What about pounding headaches, not bad enough? Here I'mma gonna give you shortness of breath and good ol' coughing fits. The list goes on! But today, today takes the cake! Nausea, pounding headache, body aches and to top it all off… A rash! Yay! Oh, and I probably have a fever.

Ugh, well good I've always wondered what literal crap felt like! 'Hold on a second,' I think while lifting my t shirt to get a better look at my stomach, that's not a rash… Are those… those…boils?!... Yep…Oh, great boils… Boils… What the heck! How does that…

Still feeling exhausted I flop back down onto my pillow. "Uh, I hate this," I rasp before thrown into the misery that is a coughing fit. My whole body shook and my headache was intensifying causing black spots to blur my vision. By the time I was done I was left wheezing on my bed; oh and add dizziness to the growing list.

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'can't even complain out loud to myself; joy.' I shifted a little to pick my phone up off my nightstand. 6:31 A.M. 'Oh, yeah,' I thought a full three hours of sleep. I put my phone back on my nightstand before barrowing myself further into my sheets. 'When was the last time I took some medicine? 'Soon enough,' I thought. I didn't really want to think about it, because I really didn't want to get out of bed.

Everything was aching. I should probably go see a doctor. But if there was one thing I didn't like to do it was 'see a doctor,' can't exactly tell you why, but I have a feeling it's because of what comes with the 'oh, so fun' doctor visits; needles, examinations and prescripted drugs. The reason I hate those, well, that's a long story...

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. "Ugh," choked out before coughing like crazy. By the time I was done my phone had stopped ringing. I couldn't even say 'Owe' in fear of going through that torture again.

I laid there motionless trying to get my bearings. 'Okay, what's up,' I think while trying to access myself. 'Throat hurts like sandpaper and fire, head's pounding, but not as bad as earlier, stomach's queasy, but also not as bad, body's sore, and yep, the rash is still there.

Just after I was finishing accessing myself and right before I was about to start complaining my phone started ringing again. So I complain in my head, not wanting to say anything, while reaching over to my nightstand. I notice my hand's shacking slightly before seeing who it is. 'The Princess,' I read; why is Tim calling me? I look at the date, 'Crap,' I was meeting him and Dick today, for who knows what. I forgot; they had a number of things they wanted to do. Originally I had declined but Tim finally talked me into it, something about Christmas being soon, running errands and just getting it over with.

I start to sit up to reach over to my water bottle on the nightstand when I realized I'm soaked with sweat. 'Of course, stupid fever, or whatever; I feel like crap.' I grab my water bottle and chug the thing down before testing out a few words, they come out sounds like whispers at first, then scratchy, 'til I finally get them to sound borderline normal, I just need to use a slightly deeper voice; so yeah I sound like a buffoon.

By the time I'm done getting my voice in check, sorta, my phone had stopped ringing. I go to 'missed calls' and right before I'm about to call back 'The Princess' 'Sunshine puke' calls; Dick. 'Great, just great,' I think to myself before answering.

"What," I answer knowing exactly why he was calling. It came out sounding all garbley and stuff, he'd probably thinks I'm just in a bad mood or somethin'. "What do you mean, 'What,'" he replied trying to imitate my raspy voice, ha yeah right, Dick, doing my voice, cute. "I mean, what," okay that was better, but still raspy I think while lying back down.

"You're meeting me and Tim today remember?! We were going pick you up in front of starbucks at nine, its nine thirty!" I look at my phone, 9:27 A.M. "No, it's nine twenty seven," I snap sounding even raspier, "I must've forgotten," I grumble while laying my forearm across my eyes, 'owe, headache, remember, idiot; don't do that.'

"Forgotten? We've been planning this for weeks," Sunshine puke yells, which, interns, makes my head pound!

"Yeah, well it's your own fault for planning it so early," I tried to yell but my voice died down near the end; crap. "… Are you sick?" I pull the phone away from my ear before trying to clear my voice which is freakin' painful to do. "I'll be there in thirty; try not to get your panties in a knot," I reply before quickly hanging up my cell.

That was the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed!