Chapter 1: I'm Fine

Me: Hey guys! Long time no see!

Disclaimer: …

Me: What?

Disclaimer: Why isn't this the North Wind?

Me: I um…just found the notebook and I haven't finished writing the chapter yet?

Disclaimer: Fine…I'll accept it. Dragon doesn't own Young Justice.

Me: I AM SO HYPED THEY'RE BRINGING IT BAAAACK! THEY BETTER REVIVE WALLY THIS SEASON OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO STAB A BISH.

Robin felt bad. Scratch that, he was miserable. The whole team had just returned from a mission, and he'd been knocked into the water and taken in a few mouthfuls of the murky liquid. Of course, the others didn't know that. They just assumed he was wet because of the rain that was quietly drizzling outside. They'd all been knocked around a bit too. He'd decided to hit the showers, hoping it would help him feel better. As he stepped out of the warm water and into the cold air, he shivered. His muscles were screaming at him to go lie down, but M'gann had wanted them to get some work done.

The team had no idea that he wasn't feeling well. They hadn't known him long enough to recognize the signs of the little bird hiding pain or discomfort.

Well, most of them hadn't.

"Hey Rob, you okay?" Wally inquired. "You look pretty wiped." He shot a concerned glance at his young friend as Robin rubbed his throbbing head.

"'M fine KF. Just tired from the mission is all," he lied tiredly.

"You sure? 'Cause—"

"I said I'm fine," he ground out.

Wally looked hurt. "Okay, if you say so," he said.

Work turned out to be fixing the kitchen. Robin wiped the sweat from his forehead as he struggled to tighten a bolt under the sink. Wally was pouting because M'gann had ordered him to clean the place without his speed. Her excuse was that he needed to learn to work without it.

Frankly, Robin was pretty sure she just wanted to keep him busy so he wouldn't be flirting with her the whole time.

After about an hour of work, the thirteen-year-old had finished fixing the sink. He slowly emerged from the cabinets that held the plumbing, letting out an audible grunt as a majority of his muscles protested the movement.

"You alright Boy Blunder? Aw, did you get a boo-boo?" Artemis teased.

Instead of retorting with a jab of his own, Robin gritted his teeth and stood.

Wally didn't miss a beat. "Artemis, lay off!" he muttered to her, quiet enough that he thought his friend wouldn't hear.

"Why? It's just a little teasing! It's Robin. He can handle it," she whispered back.

"It's just…I don't think he's feeling too good right now," he admitted, eyeing the back of the younger boy's head as he retreated to the living room.

"He seems fine to me," she pointed out.

"Well you don't know him like I do," he reminded her. "Just trust me when I say it, something's wrong."

"Alright, Kid Idiot. I'll leave him be," she allowed.

Wally flashed a grin at her, a rare occurrence as the two always argued.

"Thanks a lot," he told her sincerely.

She nodded and the speedster kept cleaning, never taking his eyes off Robin. The boy was like a brother to him. And being the youngest of the team, there was like an unspoken rule that he was to be protected at all costs. After all, he'd be leading the team rather than Aqualad if he were older.

He watched as he collapsed on the couch. Bit strangely, rather than grabbing the remote to watch TV, he just…laid there. Quietly.

Too quiet for Wally's liking. But M'gann had given him orders to finish cleaning, or no cookies later.

Besides, Robin was probably fine. He was the Boy Wonder after all. He was most likely just tired from their mission like he'd said. Why would he lie? He had no reason to, especially to Wally. He never lied to Wally.

Robin was lying through his teeth to his best friend in the whole wide world and he hated it. But Wally was like Bruce, a mother hen wherever he was concerned. He pretended to have not heard him and Artemis talking as he flopped down on the couch. He had an amazing sense of hearing.

It was a Bat thing.

In all honesty, he felt like he'd been run over by a train. His chest was tight, his muscles ached, his head hurt, and to top it all off, he was wheezing.

He knew he was probably running a fever, but he threw a blanket over himself anyway. He felt like he'd been dipped in ice.

But of course, that tipped Wally off.

Robin looked like he was about to fall asleep on the couch.

Robin, in all the years Wally had known him, had never once slept on a couch. Not unless…

He super-sped through what remained of his cleaning. M'gann opened her mouth to shout a protest, but she was taken aback when he shushed her.

He carefully walked over to the couch.

"Rob?" he tried.

He bit his lower lip when all that answered him was a soft groan.

"Hey, you okay man?" he pressed.

"Mmm…no…," he mumbled.

Wally gave an exasperated sigh. "What's wrong Dick?"

"Ngh…hurs'…," he slurred.

The older teen chewed his lip again.

"What hurts?" asked, putting a hand on Robin's forehead gently. He was burning up.

"E'ryth'n'," he murmured, eyes cracking open beneath his domino mask.

"Ah Dick, ya' shoulda' told me!" he reprimanded softly, going around to the front of the couch and kneeling next to him.

"S'rry. 'll try harder nex' t'me," he joked with a pained grin. He followed it with a harsh cough, then a wheeze. He clenched his jaw shut in agony.

"M'gann, can you bring me the med-kit?" he called.

The Martian frowned. "What's happening? Why do you need the med-kit?" she inquired in concern.

"I think Robin is getting' sick," he responded, his eyes not leaving his charge. Robin's hand lifted off the couch, and knowing exactly what he wanted, Wally caught it and squeezed it tightly, comforting him through the pain. "I'm right here man."

"H'rd t' br'th," he rasped.

"How bad? Like suffocating or crushing?" he surveyed, going through the list of symptoms to try to narrow down what was wrong.

"D'no…," he wheezed. "F'ls l'ke th'rs 'n 'leph'nt s'tt'n 'n m' ch'st."

His slur was getting worse, and Wally pursed his lips. He gingerly removed Robin's mask.

"Bats 's g'nna kill me," he mused, trying to lighten the mood, before his face twisted in discomfort and he let out a cough.

Followed by another.

And another.

Wally quickly sat him up to ease the strain on his respiratory system, positioning himself so Dick was sitting back against him. He removed his cape too.

"I've got it!" M'gann exclaimed as she entered with the med-kit.

He practically snatched it and the others stood on in worry. He began barking out orders.

"Artemis, get me an oxygen canister. Kaldur, get me another blanket. Connor, I need a basin of ice water and a rag. M'gann, see if you can track down Batman, and tell him that Robin is sick, and to get here as soon as possible," he was firm enough to sound serious, but calm and soothing enough as to not startle Dick, who had stopped coughing and collapsed back against Wally, his head lolling lazily.

It was official.

He was not fine.

A/N

Me: Wow…this is longer than most stories I've written.

Disclaimer: But n'aww that was cute.

Robin Translator App, ACTIVATE

E'ryth'n'=Everything

H'rd t' br'th'=Hard to breathe

D'no, f'ls l'ke th'rs 'n 'leph'nt s'tt'n 'n m' ch'st=Dunno, feels like there's an elephant sitting on my chest.

The others I'm sure you can figure out.

-SWGDC227

R&R btw!