"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him." John looked at the doctor, his face showing that he was skeptical of the man's words. Dr. Jenson took this as sign to elaborate. Wally sat on the bed with his legs dangling over the side. His suit had been replaced by a medical gown, much to his displeasure, and his face and hair were concealed by his usual mask.
"Besides the cut on his arm, he looks to be in perfect health. His vitals all look good."
"That doesn't explain why he nearly passed out half an hour ago."
"Probably just low blood sugar."
"He had just eaten."
"Flash's metabolism is a delicate thing, Mr. Stewart." Wally's head was moving back and forth between the two as if he was watching a tennis match. John didn't seem convinced, but finally relented. Not without sending the doctor a killer Green Lantern Glare. Nothing to compare to the BatGlare, but intimidating in itself. Not that he was exactly mad at Dr. Jensen, he just wanted answers and wasn't getting them.
"Look, we'll keep a close eye on him and have him checked out again in a few days to see if anything has changed," A groan was heard from the patient on the table, "In the meantime, Flash, get some rest."
"No problem, Doc. I could use a nap." He said, followed conveniently by a yawn. The doctor smiled before walking out, Flash's medical chart in his hand. Wally hopped off the bed, reaching for his suit and changing in a whirlwind of speed.
"You heading to Earth?" John asked. He pulled the door open and held it as the speedster walked out. He shook his head.
"Nah, I've got monitor duty in a few hours. I'll just stay up here and get a little shut eye first." He replied, turning in the direction of his quarters. John nodded and then Wally was gone.
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Wally skidded to a stop in front of a door with "Flash" printed on it. He quickly entered the code and the door slid open, revealing the surprisingly (to most) clean room. While Wally seemed like the messy type, it was fairly easy to keep his place tidy when any mess could be cleaned up in the blink of an eye. He was pleasantly surprised to see the bedside lamp on and a certain dark-haired man in his bed, leaning against the headboard. He was on top of the blankets, glassed perched on his nose and book in hand. Part of Wally couldn't help but think he looked undeniably sexy. Another part of him was too tired to care.
"About time." The deep voice shook Wally out of his thoughts and he smiled, pulling his mask off as he walked towards the dresser.
"Are you actually complaining that I went to the medbay?" He joked, opening a drawer and pulling out a white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that were a little too big, "Besides, I thought you were working on a case?"
"Cracked it. Alfred convinced me to get some sleep." By that, Wally knew he really meant that Alfred made him get some sleep, something that never failed to amuse him. As Wally changed, Bruce put his book down and took off his reading glasses, placing them in their case on the bedside table next to the book. He got off the bed so he could pull the covers back and get underneath them.
"Doesn't look like you're doing much sleeping..." Wally teased, pressing himself close to his lover. He was struggling to stay awake, and the hand rubbing circles on his back wasn't helping. He didn't know the exact moment when he began vibrating, or how the others put it, "purring", but he hardly noticed it. He felt lips on neck, kissing and licking and biting. Bruce moved up to his ear and whispered:
"I've been waiting for you," before attacking his neck once again. He pushed Wally's shoulder down so that he was laying on his back and moved so that half of his body was covering the redheads. Meanwhile, Wally was engaged in a war with himself. He wanted to stay awake and enjoy his fiance's attention but he was just so tired, more tired than he could ever remember being. He slipped his own hand into Bruce's hand, pulling him even closer against his neck. He moaned when he felt a sharp bite to his neck at the same time as a warm, large hand slipped under the waistband of his pants. The hand squeezed around him gently while another hand ran down his side and then back up to cup the other side of his neck.
After a minute or two of heavy petting, Bruce noticed that his partner was being uncharacteristically quiet. Wally was a very enthusiastic lover, enough so that Bruce had the master bedroom in the manor soundproofed. He listened to the speedster's even breathing for a moment before pulling back and confirming: Wally had fallen asleep. Bruce was a mix of concerned and amused. In all the years they had been together, this had never happened. Bruce pushed down all his thoughts and concerns, as he was unwilling to wake the obviously exhausted speedster. Instead he reached over and turned the bedside lamp off before laying an arm across his lover and drifting off himself.
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Bruce woke to the sound of coughing. His side was cold, informing him that his bedmate had been gone for at least a short while. He blinked a few times to wake himself up, looking around. The sound seemed to be coming from the ground on the other side of the bed.
"Wally?" He questioned, peering over but not seeing much in the dark. The wet, choked, coughing continued to fill the room. Bruce reached over and switched the light on, his eyes going wide at what was revealed by the illumination. Kneeling on his hands and knees next to the bed was Wally. The coughs continued to rack his frame while he tried his best not to pass out from lack of oxygen. What worried him more than that was the blood. The red stains stood out on his white shirt and his pale, trembling hand. Bruce vaguely noticed that it was on Wally's pillow as well before he threw the covers off and crouched down next to Wally, carefully resting a hand on his back. The younger man looked up at him with fear in his green eyes that told Bruce that he had no idea why this was happening. Bruce tapped on the comm link in his ear.
"Clark. Is Dr. Jenson on board?" There was a pause before his friend and teammate replied.
"Doesn't look like it. His shift ended a few hours ago."
"Find him. Get him here. I'm bringing Wally to the medbay right now." Bruce placed a hand on Wally's chest and his other arm around his waist and helped pull him to his feet. Wally was trying his best to breathe between the harsh coughs, but it was more like strangled, panicked gasps.
"Is he okay? What's going on?"
"Just do it, Clark!" Bruce snapped. He could apologize to his longtime friend later, right now his only concern is Wally and getting him help as soon as possible. He led Wally out the door, supporting a majority of the other man's weight. They were halfway down the hall before he realized neither of them were wearing their masks. Only a select few members of the Justice League knew the face behind Batman: The founders, Green Arrow, and Zatanna. Wally was more open, most of the League having known his identity for quite some time, mostly because he just didn't like wearing the cowl unless he had to. He always complained about his head getting hot. Dr. Jenson didn't know any secret identities, but he was about to find out. Hopefully he can keep a secret.
In front of the medbay doors stood a tall spandex-clad figure. Worry showed on the Kryptonian's face as he opened the door, holding it while Bruce maneuvered Wally in the room and onto the bed. He was still struggling for air, but the coughing had ceased.
"Jenson didn't answer." Bruce cursed, that was the only doctor qualified to work with Flash's unique physiology. Not that his body was physically any different than a regular humans. Chemically, though, it was like a puzzle that only one of the Watchtower doctors had been able to solve. And that doctor was currently unavailable.
The white of the hospital bed and the white of shirt did nothing to hide the blood stains. Bruce grabbed a towel and carefully wiped the blood from his lips and chin before moving to his hands. He carefully pulled the ring off his finger so he could wash it before placing it on the table. Clark came over with a dixie cup full of water to wash out his mouth with. It was a wonder how someone who could bend steel could hold something as flimsy as that little cup without crushing it.
"J-John!" Wally managed to gasp out between breaths.
"What about John?" Bruce asked, helping Wally to sit up straight for a moment. Clark held the cup to Wally's lips so he could take a sip, swish it around for a second, and spit it back out. The once crystal clear water was now tinted red.
"He was h-here. With me." Wally breathed out, closing his eyes to stop the room from spinning around him. Bruce was helping him out of his ruined shirt, and for the first time noticed that he wasn't vibrating like usual, but shivering. He was also sweating, the back of his shirt was damp with it, as was his hairline. He gently lowered the speedster back onto the bed, which was adjusted to he was sitting reclined rather than laying down. Clark pulled a blanket out of a cupboard and threw it over his younger teammate.
"Lantern." Bruce said, the ungloved finger on his ear a telltale sign that he was speaking over the comms. He waited a few seconds before their was a response.
"Problem?" The deep voice of John Stewart said, sounding as if he had just woken up. Which he had.
"You went to the medbay with Wally. What did Dr. Jensen say?" It was more of a command than a question. Bruce motioned towards a thermometer, which Clark took and placed under the redhead's tongue. He didn't seem to mind or even notice. Neither of them were doctors, but they were doing the best they could at the moment.
"He said the kid was fine. Couldn't find anything out of the ordinary."
"He's coughing up blood and has a temperature of," Clark pulls out the beeping thermometer and shows it to Bruce, "108.7. That's pretty out of the ordinary if you ask me."
"What!?" John exclaimed, sounding fully awake now, "Where is he?!"
"He's with me and Clark in the medbay. He didn't see any problem with Wally this afternoon?"
"The whole reason I wanted him to go was the cut on his arm from the mission, so obviously he saw that. Made sure it was clean and everything. It should be healed by now." Bruce gently gripped Wally's elbow, pulling it up towards his head so that he could see the wound. Wally made no protest, too exhausted to do anything other than let his body be handled. Bruce frowned when he saw that the wound was not only still there, but looked worse. The skin around the wound was red and slightly warm(er than the rest of his body), a telltale sign of infection. Something Wally hadn't dealt with in a long time, since he got his powers. Why was he suddenly getting one now?
"Listen, I need you to contact Shayera, Diana, and J'onn. Go back to that planet, find out all you can about that species of monster we fought. Try to get one of the spines that cut him and bring it back here for testing."
"Got it." John used his ring to construct his usual uniform and prepared to be beamed up to the watchtower. Clark had left to go press the button that would transport him up, seeing as he was the one who had abandoned monitor duty. The dark-haired man heard a soft moan of discomfort from the bed, and turned to see the pale speedster struggling under the blanket, before he began to cough once again.
"And John?" Bruce's voice sounded tense and worried, but less rough than it usually did.
"What?"
"Hurry."
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my headcanon is that Wally's normal temperature is raised because his metabolism is working so much, so his normal body temperature is about 102. so, his temp here is equavilent to a normal person having a 104ish temperature, which is really dangerous.
anyway, please leave a review and let me know what you like, what you dont like, etc. ! I'll write more faster!
