Chapter 1- Not Feeling the Aster

Wally's P.O.V.

I woke up and I was soaked in sweat. My head was pounding and I ached all over. I tried to stand up, but my stomach did a flip. I rushed to the bathroom. Then I heard a voice.

"Wally, are you okay in there?" Oh crap, it was Dick.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Rob," I replied. I got up and walked to the door. I opened it and Dick was standing there.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said swatting his hand away as he tried to touch my forehead.

"Come on K.F., you were just throwing up, you're paler than normal, and you are sweating like crazy," Dick said with concern. "I'm sorry I got you sick."

"It's not your fault," I snapped back, "and I'm not sick"

"Suit yourself, but I can totally tell you aren't feeling the aster," Dick explained.

"Again, I'll be fine. I just need some breakfast, so let's go bro," I said changing into a long sleeve t-shirt and some jeans. Then we headed to the kitchen. No one was there. 'That's weird' I thought until I looked at the clock. It was already 10. 'Oh my gosh! Did I really sleep that long?'

"Yeah you did," Dick said.

"What?" I asked.

"You slept that long."

"Oh," I hadn't realized that I said that last thought aloud. My head started to hurt really bad, and I didn't realize I was falling until I felt arms around me, so I wouldn't hit the ground.

"Thanks Dick," I mumbled.

"No problem. Let's get you back to bed. Shall we?

Robin's P.O.V

I wrapped an arm around Wally's waist and helped him into his room. He didn't protest which told me he felt like crap. I laid Wally on his bed. He groaned and I went to get a thermometer, Advil, and a wet washcloth.

Wally's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes when Dick walked back into my room. He was carrying some stuff, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Open up," I heard him say. I my head and shut my mouth tight.

"Come on, Wally," Dick said impatiently.

"Nah uh," I said, still with my mouth closed. Then Dick did something unexpected.

Robin's P.O.V.

I jumped on Wally and sat on his waist, pinning his arms to his sides. I held his nose with my right hand and waited for him to open his mouth. When he did, I stuck the thermometer in his mouth. A couple minutes later it beeped. I took it out and looked at it while getting off of Wally. 'Holy cow, man he's really sick,' I thought. "Um Wally," I said.

"Yeah Dick, what is it?" he asked.

"102," I said slowly.

Wally's P.O.V.

102. Jeez, no wonder I felt like I fell off the back of a dump truck and run over again and again.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"You want any medicine, Kid?" Dick asked.

"Nah, I'm good," I rasped out. Man, I swear I didn't sound this bad a minute ago. "Just need sleep," I said as I closed my eyes. Then the mattress moved and I opened my eyes to find Dick lying next to me.

"Is this awkward for you?" he asked.

"Not really, but as long as you're here, do you want to cuddle?" I asked sleepily. 'Yeah, I just went there, but it's just a sick cuddle. That's it and I'm serious.' I thought to myself.

"Sure, but first you have to keep this on your head," he said placing a cool cloth on my head. I leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. Soon we were both asleep.