Disclaimer: i believe it's obvious but i will write it anyway so i won't be sued: I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE.
Worry
It started just like any other day. Richard Grayson woke up, went to school, hang out with his friends and then went on a mission with them to save some people and to fight some bad guys. Perfectly normal.
It was when he got home that he noticed something wasn't right. His arm was bleeding. Of course, bleeding wasn't new to him. He got heat plenty of time being Robin and fighting the bad guys. But this was different. Dick's arm was bleeding because he tripped over a fold in the carpet and fell on his arm. He shouldn't be bleeding over something so little. In fact, he shouldn't have tripped at all. But he was so tired, which made perfect sense considering his day. So he dismissed the whole thing as tiredness. It's nothing. Or at least that's what he thought.
The following morning Dick woke up to find that he was very cold, and no matter how many layers he put on himself he couldn't get warm. Not only that, but his head was killing him.
"It seems you have a fever". Alfred stated the second he saw Dick walking down the stairs wearing a coat.
"Where is Bruce?" Dick asked. He had already concluded he had a fever so he wasn't surprised by Alfred's statement.
"He left half an hour ago for a business meeting." Alfred informed his young master. "and I'm afraid you, young master, need to go back to bad. I will come to check on you in a few minutes."
"Yes Alfred." Dick went back to his room felling even more tired than felt before he slept. Shouldn't sleeping make you feel less tired? Apparently not.
When Alfred came to check on him, he had found something a little disturbing. Dick's lymph nodes were a little swollen, and Alfred got worried.
"What's wrong?" Dick asked. He could tell Alfred was worried. He was a detective after all, and was really good in reading people. Of course that knowing Alfred for almost 5 years made it even easier to read him.
"I am not sure, but I think a doctor should see you." I have a bad feeling. Alfred learned a long time ago to trust his instincts, and right now they were telling him to worry.