In this chapter you'll notice Jason is repeating himself and going off(…) in his trail of thought; because - you'll just have to read and find out!

This is NOT a slash, they are (BROTHERS!) (NO SLASH) Thanks. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter two

I made it to the stupid coffee joint in forty two minutes, if I were being precise, but hey, even if I wasn't I can always count on Princess Tim to be.

I was dressed in a black t-shirt, a thin crimson colored hoodie, a winter leather jacket, it had two layers to it, dark pair of jeans and a pair of Nikes.

After I had dragged my butt out of bed I had walked (stumbled) to my bathroom to see what the damage was. Still tired from sleep I had lazily check my temperature feeling like crap; wanting nothing more than to just crawl back in bed. It had read 100.1, not so bad… So I'd done what any logical person would'a done and took some over the counter painkiller/fever reducers. I had pushed down my Nausea, and forced myself to numbly eat a granola bar for my low blood sugar, hint the dizziness.

I had checked my abdomen one last time, it was covered in a rash and the boils looked slightly worst. Okay, the rash had been there off and on, probably apart of the evil virus, but like I said the boils were new. Though the rash had been there off and on, it had never been this bad before. And there seemed to be some type of swelling/bruising thing going on around the 'dreadful' autopsy scar, causing it to look more profound.

'Okay, Jason, as soon as you get back you are making an appointment with Leslie, no excuses,' I'd thought, while starting to gently put ointment on the rash and whatever else was 'that' was, before gently rapping it with gauze. Dang, it itched though!

After that was accomplished I had leaned on the counter for a second (minute) before I had started heading for the door that's when another wave of dizziness and exhaustion decided over take me. So I'd thought it would be nice to lie down for a minute(s).

Okay, so the flu's goin' 'round, it's December! Though I'm not sure if this is the flu something else maybe, it had started out with my throat hurting, maybe strep? Surprisingly, that doesn't make me feel any better, I'd thought, before being thrown into a full blown coughing fit. 'Again, owe!' 'Okay, fine,' I told myself, 'I 'am' going to see the doctor, there happy?!' I thought to nobody at all, maybe the sickness… Yeah, this flu has gotta go, or strep, or whatever!

I had gotten to the coffee shop around fifteen minutes later, after getting like a hundred texts from Sunshine puke and The Princess, honestly, how are these guys morning people?!

So here I am!

"Well, it's about time," Tim said while smirking, Dick just looked annoyed; why does that make me feel a little better? But as soon as he turned to look at me something close to concern replaced that annoyance, in fact, if I didn't know any better, that's what I'd call it.

"What happened to nine (cough), I'm sorry, I mean ten thirty," Tim the Princess asked, with that arrogant drawl, that he's so fond of using. He had yet to look up from that phone of his. "Close enough, its ten forty two," I snap.

"Forty-three."

I look down at my phone 10:43 A.M. "Oh, whatever," I yell but it came out sounding all gurgly and scratched up. 'Fantastic,' I thought. Along with, 'Man I feel like crap, I really hope we sit down; I feel all winded and I think my blood presser just dropped.'

At this, of course, Tim finally thought it the time to look up from his phone. His eyes quickly scanned over me accessing me as though I were some kind of mutant rat, yes, mutant rat, rather than a guy with a raspy voice; leave it to Tim to make you feel uncomfortable. When he was done he looked me in the eye, with that still unreadable look on his face and said, "Well, you look like crap."

Dick looked like he was about to say something but I cut him off, "Well, gee thanks, I've worked so hard to accomplish this look," I started but my voice started getting gargly again so I had to fix it. "HMMH, u-hum!" Tim's face stayed pretty passive and Dick almost looked horrified which made me want to laugh, but I chose against it. Before any of them could say anything, I continued "What do you think took me so long," I asked with my signature smirk painted across my face.

Sunshine was just about to get out what he had to say, when Princess chose to take the stage. "Well, since you asked," I went to interrupt him, because he was being a little know it all again; knowing I was just being my normal sarcastic self; but he just got louder, getting a few heads to turn our way.

"I think you were late because you slept in. You could have forgotten, and I wouldn't put it past you if you did, and judging by your appearance you also felt like crap, so that is probably one of the reasons for you sleeping in."

"The reason why you were late the second time is also due to your illness, making your actions more sluggish. Judging by the way you're carrying yourself and the dark circle under your eyes, pale complexion, sorry paler then usual," he said, causing me to snarl at him even more.

"- and sweat around your hairline, you've been dealing with this for over a week now I presume, perhaps more," he knows he's pushing me I can see him trying not to smirk… Or maybe that's just the fever… Nope defiantly trying to mess with me.

"You're also sleep deprived-"

"Shut up!" I rasp, now he starts to smirk. Before he can continue, and before I can punch him in the face, Dick steps in. "I think what Tim was trying to 'say,'" he starts, giving Tim a quick pointed look, "You look like cr- sick! Sick." He catches himself, but if looks could kill, he'd be dead right now.

"It's just a cold," I start causing 'PRINCESS TIM' to snort, "At worst the flu, maybe strep, but whatever it is, I can manage" I finish while glaring him.

Tim and I might be friends now, but he has this attitude about him that makes me want to punch him in the face, sometimes… But I also find it amusing so it just so happens to be one of the reasons we get along; weird I know.

"How long have you been sick, Jay," Dick asks, with that worried look on his face. Gosh, they do know I've lived on my own for most of my life, right?!

"Does, it matter? Contrary to the belief I 'do' know how to take of myself," I say.

"We know that Jay,-""Stop calling me that!" I hate it when he calls me that; like we're all buddy, buddy now. Dick and I never got along, ever. I mean, yeah, every now and then we had some 'brotherly' moments, but at the end of the day, he didn't really like me and I didn't really like him.

Why'd I even come today? Oh, yeah cause if I didn't they wouldn't let me live this down for awhile, even if they said nothing about it. Tim probably would have, Dick probably not. Because unlike Tim, Dick still thinks he's walking on egg shells around me, to what extent I don't know; but he's not to far off, about it.

"Look," Dick starts trying to stay calm, I can tell. Huh, funny, one second he's 'acting' like the concerned big brother, like he does with Tim and the kid, next he's trying to keep his cool, cute. Though, if I really wanted to I could probably still see some of the concern, but I never said I wanted to. "all I'm saying is, if you don't feel up for it, you don't have to come." Okay, I can practically hear the bitterness in that statement.

"Or-" Tim starts, but Dick cuts him off fast, "Or we could reschedule, whatever works," Dick finishes something between genial (fake) concern I bet, and mixed feelings of so many things I'm not even sure what to place it as.

"Thanks," I spit out glaring at Dick "but if I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't have come, now would I? My life doesn't revolve around Dick Grayson – Wayne! Nor Timothy Drake - Wayne!" I rasp.

"Okay, chill," Tim says stepping in, with an aggravated look on his face. "We never said it did. But could both of you stop it?! I mean come on," he says the last part squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the bridge of his nose out of frustration. And I can't help but wonder if that last part was for us or more so him talking to himself, again; he does that sometimes.

"I mean, I know you two aren't the best of-"he starts again, but I start to lose concentration. My head starts to feel too heavy for my body and I sway on my feet a little, Dick's to concentrated on Tim to notice, but I think Tim might of caught it, cause a look crosses past his face, but continues talking as though nothing had happened.

I'm still not concentrating on what he's saying, because I get all dizzy and light head and start to sway again. 'Cr- crap,' I think getting my footing.

I look around a little resisting the urge to shake my head. The sun is too bright and I can hear the muffled sound of city life and it's making my head ache worse as well as my nausea. And gosh, I really want to sit down; my heart's thumping against my chest and I feel winded like I just ran five miles, rather than just standing in front of a starbucks having a nice chat (argument) with my brothers. Gosh, my legs feel heavy, I think while feeling them bend slightly at the knees.

There's this annoying humming sound and then I hear someone trying to get my attention. I look over and see Tim with this apprehensive look on his face. I also look over at Dick who looks like his eyes are going to bulge out of his face and slightly panicked.

"What," I gargle, because Tim was the one trying to say something to me, I think. "I said," Tim started still looking a little worried, "Are you okay?"

'No! I need to sit down before I collapse,' I think. "Yeah," I rasp, before realizing humming noise is coming from my breathing. I'm breathing way to heavy and it's coming out sounding all gurgly and wheezy.

Dick looks like he's about to lose it, "That's bu-""I mean," I raspally, cut him off, still breathing heavily, "I mean, I mean," I look around trying to think of something clearly. "I 'mean' why aren't we getting any coffee, if we're meeting at a coffee shop," I wanted to yell it but I couldn't; and to be honest, I didn't want any coffee I just wanted (needed) to sit down. I realized I was shaking slightly. Gosh, please just let me sit down! I think I'm going to be sick.

"Are you-"Dick starts almost frantic, only to get cut off by Tim again "Are you sure that's best, Jase?" The nickname slipped; he knew it would probably frustrate Dick, that I don't really care if he uses 'some' nicknames, but hey, it slipped. And in this situation, apparently Dick seems to care less; not that I'd really know I'm too busy trying to stand all while looking at the door that's a couple yards away, and trying to psych myself up that 'I (can) make it.'

"Yeah," I'm pretty sure my voice breaks but at this point I'm not sure if I really care.

I can tell they're having some kind of debate behind me, but I don't care. 'Okay I can do this,' I think to myself while slowly taking a step towards the starbuck, before flaring pain takes over my abdomen. I try not to make a noise and bite down on my lip to do so, but of course, that attempt failed.

So here I am standing in mid stride, my mind working a mile a minute, on what I'm not sure, all I know is I 'don't' want to do that again and that I 'need' to do that again in order to get to my destination. If Tim and Dick weren't here I'd probably just let myself collapse, 'cause everything hurts and I'm not exactly sure why and it's hot, then it's cold, the world seems to be spinning and my chest is starting to hurt.

"Jay-son," Tim says in an apprehensive voice. Why would he be apprehensive? Why…- Oh, yeah right… I'm in mid stride and – and everything feels ba – wrong; it feels wrong. I feel a hand come down onto my shoulder lightly, yet my knees buckle, specifically my left one and 'Owe that hurt. Why does my knee hurt?' "Jason, something 'is' wrong, your shaking, and I can continue to give reasons to why something is 'indeed' wrong, but I think you should just let us help you instead… okay," it was intended to come out more so as a question, but instead it was more of a 'okay - that is what we are doing.'

At that point I didn't want to talk I didn't want to think I didn't want anything but to 'just sit down!' Maybe lie down, I really don't care at this point and if I were anyone else I'd be crying on the floor at my own desperation. "Coffee," I croak pathetically eyes still glued to the doors, that are oh so close but seems to be worlds away. My throats on fire by the way!

I feel someone lift my left arm over their shoulders as I collapse under my shaking limbs. I let out a stifled cry of pain as it make my shoulder ach more and set my abdomen on fire. I'm now leaning heavily towards my right, towards the earth, well, concrete sidewalk, and the only reason I haven't fallen completely onto the ground is because this idiot is pulling me up painfully causing my entire left arm, chest and abdomen to protest in all sorts of pain; surprisingly enough, along with the burning is this burning feel of itchiness that only makes it hurt more.

"Jay, we need to get you to a doctor," I hear… Dick that was Dick I realize as I feel myself being slowly lowered to the 'amazing' sidewalk beneath me. I'm placed into a sitting position leaning heavily into the per- Dick, whose keeping me up right/holding me. Somewhere in the back of my pain fuzzed mind I know that we must 'never' speak of this.

"No, no doctor," it started out as a mumble but ended with me trying to sound more stern, but I'm so congested I know it couldn't have been towards my favor.

"Yes, Jason," It was Tim this time, he was crouched in front of me with a very stern look on his face as though he were a soccer mom telling her kids to do their homework, and were the heck did that come from?! All I know is he often has that face when he's Red Robin… Wait! Isn't that a restraint? Why… What?

I'm pretty sure I look very disconcerted at this point, when I realize Tim is still talking and I'm not sure about what, but then I hear "- hospital" "No," I shout and again 'owe!' I know that one didn't come out sounding great, but I don't really care, I think while trying to get away from Dick simultaneously giving a pathetic attempt at a push toward The Replacement. I am not going to the hospital, at this point I'm not quite sure why, I just know I can't go there!

I don't get far because everything's hurting and I just want to curl up and cry and maybe, maybe I would if it wasn't so difficult to breathe right now. I feel someon- Dick grab my upper arms bring me closer to him, and I slump forward away from him, 'cause I don't think I want to fight him right now. I realize people are gathering around us though I can't make out what they're saying, a lady kneels towards us and I swear I feel Dicks grip get slightly tighter before relaxing slightly less. I know she's talking, I think to Dick and I think, I think Dick is talking back… A lot of people are talking. The replacem- no Tim is in front of me again.

The humming's louder now. I feel Dick bring me closer till I'm laying/leaning against him, that's better than leaning forward I access. "-son yes," Tim's saying, why isn't he the replacement ag- "-omething's wrong," he says in a concerned? caring? worried? voice. "We need to get you to the Hospital."

"Jus'- jus' wonna go home," I whimper? I feeling water running down my face; the pain is so intense now and I'm so tired and I just want to go to bed. I see Tim look and mouth something to something behind me… Dick? I feel Dick move slightly behind me; his head? People are still around us, I wonder why.

Tim's looking at me again. "Okay, Jase, we're going to take you home." I try to hum in response while leaning my head against Dick and starting to relax a little and even that hurts, or maybe it never stopped hurting.

Next thing I know I'm being lifted to my feet and give out a surprised yelp of pain and feel myself falling again. But Dick has his hands under my armpits and it hurts and it burns. I feel moister on my cheeks and I'm not entirely sure why. Dick's talking but I don't know what he's saying and I don't care. I just let myself fall completely; not really registering how much that would hurt. Dick's grip is tighter now, under all my weight, and it burns! And in hurts!

I feel under my armpits, my torso my shoulder every stretch of skin and muscle burn and ache. The humming changes to something I can't place my finger on and my chest feels tight and I feel light headed and I'm starting to see black dots again.

I feel myself being lifted into a bridal style and I slump against somebo- Dick. The people are closer now they're all talking and I hear Tim talking and I hear Dick talking quietly but I don't know what anyone's saying and I'm not sure if I care.

I want to close my eyes and go to sleep, but it doesn't feel right it doesn't feel safe. All these people make me feel odd like something's wrong and I don't like that feeling. I think antsy's the word for it.

Finally we get to a car and Dick lays me carefully in the back seat, but it still hurts and all I can do is make groans, grunts, whimpers, whatever noises seem to be coming out of my mouth of protest. "-orry, Jay," I think I hear Dick say, now that everyone is further away and I can, kinda, better concentrate on his voice." He shut the backseat door, causing my head to pulse more, before he's in the front seat and shutting that door.

"-hat hurts, Jay," he asks leaning over to look at me. 'Everything,' I want to say but just keep myself quite and stare at the roof of the car the water's leaking down my face from everywhere and my eyes burn and everything hurts and so many things burn and I'm pretty sure I feel wet everywhere… must be sweat? I feel a cool hand on my forehead and I groan in approval, 'cause that feels so good.

Then I feel it quickly pulls away and I groan in disapproval 'cause it just felt so good. Then I feel the cold winter air being let in and I shiver, som-Dick must 'ave opened the window, and now he's yelling something; owe.

I hear a door open, the passenger door, and shut, loudly; owe. Then I hear frantic shouting and I groan again and close my eyes slowly and feel a nice 'cold' hand on my face again, followed by loud talking, before I feel a jerk of the car, and I guess we're driving now.

I whimper, 'cause that stupid window's still open, and that cold hand's still on my face, and there's still noises, and everything is just wrong, and I just, just… go to sleep…


Well, that was chapter two, hope you enjoyed!