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Hank didn't sleep well that night. Not long after eating the pizza and forcing Dick to eat some crackers, Dick threw up. And continued to do so five more times throughout the night, even though his stomach was completely empty when they reached round three. Besides the water that Hank kept insisting he drink that is. After that, Dick finally fell asleep but the older vigilante kept waking up to check on him, concerned that he'd choke on his own vomit and die in his sleep or something.

Pushing himself up, Hank started to get up and ready for the day when his phone started ringing. Grabbing it and pressing the accept button, he put it to his ear and said, "Hello?"

"Well you sound exhausted. Everything going okay?" Dawn asked with a concerned tone.

"About as okay as can be expected. Dick spent a good chunk of the night hugging the toilet and emptying his stomach. I'm going to check on him now and try not to burn some scrambled eggs." Hank answered as he stood up off the bed and started making his was towards Dick's bedroom.

"Poor guy. Is there anything we can do to help?" She wondered.

Stopping outside Dick's door, Hank said, "Depending on how it goes, we might need some breakfast delivered but other than that, no."

"Okay."

"How's everything going over there?" Hank then questioned, knowing that Dick would want to know, also truly curious himself.

"Everything's fine. Nothing really happened on patrol. Mostly we've just been trying to convince the kids everything's fine." Dawn told him.

"Well, if Dick's feeling up to it, I'll have him call you guys." Hank replied.

"Sounds good. I'll talk to you soon."

"Talk to you soon." Hank said, then hung up the phone. Raising a hand, he gently knocked on the door and waited. When he heard a quiet groan from the other side, he headed inside.

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"Were you just talking to Dick?" Dawn heard Rachel ask from behind her as she hung up the phone. Turning around, she saw not only Rachel entering the kitchen, but Gar, Conner and Rose/Jericho. Donna and Kory were already in the room with her working on breakfast.

"No, I was talking to Hank. He said that Dick was still asleep but he also said that if Dick's feeling up to it, he'll call us." Dawn informed them, walking over to the fridge to get out the juice and milk.

"How's Dick doing now?" Gar wondered as he started to get out the plates and cutlery.

"Since he was still asleep, I don't know. However, he didn't exactly have a good night last night, which is to be expected." Dawn replied.

Leaning against the counter, Rachel said, "I don't understand why Dick couldn't just stay and recover here. We'd all be able to help him that way."

"Guys," Dawn started, walking over to the kids, "we've already explained this. People going through withdrawal can get a variety of symptoms, and not all of them are physical. Along with getting sick, they can get extremely moody, irritable and sometimes, violent. Dick doesn't want us around to see that."

"I'm still surprised that Hank was the one who volunteered to with him." Kory chimed in.

When Dick wouldn't budge on his method of dealing with his unexpected drug addiction, they had start debating on who should stay with him. To everyone's surprise, Hank practically insisted that it should be him. He said that with his height and strength, he could easily take care of Dick and deal with him if he got violent. Plus, he was the only other adult male of the team and that it would be more comfortable for Dick than one of the girls, depending on what symptoms he got. And even though Dick was beyond shocked at Hank's insistence, he agreed.

"I am too, but maybe this will be good for them." Dawn suggested.

"Being forced to spend time together?" Gar questioned.

"Yeah. They can finally work out their issues without anyone around or being able to run away." The platinum blonde said.

"Or they could kill each other." Rose scoffed.

Smirking, Donna replied, "That's another reason we are making them stay in contact. Proof of life."

That got a chuckle out of everyone, even though there was a tiny bit of truth in it. Though they had worked together in the past and were working together now, there was still a bunch of tension between the two of them. It was better than before but that wasn't saying much. Hank and Dick never hung out on their own. Nobody was sure if they've ever had a private conversation. Guess now they would be.

"Don't worry." Donna assured the teenagers after the laughing stopped. "They'll be fine."

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Dick felt beyond awful, almost like death walking. His entire body ached to the point he didn't want to move and his head felt as heavy as a sack of bricks. And yet, he dragged himself out of bed and to the kitchen table. With his head in his hand, he watched Hank finish the scrambled eggs and put them on two plates. He then put one of them directly in front of Dick, who did his best not to throw up when the smell it him.

"You okay man?" Hank asked as he sat down in his chair, seeing Dick's face turning green.

"Not sure if I can stomach anything." Dick quietly confessed, averting his gaze from the food.

"Would you rather have crackers and ginger ale or something?" The blonde wondered.

"I'd rather eat nothing to be honest." The brunette answered.

"I get that, believe me, but you need to eat something Dick. And if you get sick again, it's better to have something in your stomach." Hank pointed out. With an annoyed sigh, Dick picked up his fork and slowly started to eat.

Honestly, it was kind of sweet how hard Hank was trying. Considering their past, Dick didn't really expect that. He didn't know what to expect at all if he was being honest. He was still trying to understand why Hank wanted to be the one to stay with him. It did make some sense as he was the only other male adult of the team, and was physically bigger and stronger so he'd easily be able to help him, yet Dick thought he'd be more comfortable if it was Donna who stayed with him. They had known each other since they were kids and had been through so much together. They also got along very well. He couldn't say the same for him and Hank.

After eating about half of the food on his plate, Dick pushed it away. Though Hank actually did a good job of cooking, he couldn't bring himself to finish it. His nausea was getting worse and he knew that if he took another bite, he'd puke. From the seat beside him, he could feel Hank staring at him. Not wanting to upset the older man when he was trying so hard, Dick mumbled, "I'm sorry. I just can't eat anymore."

"It's okay. As long as you ate something. Why don't you go lie down?" Hank suggested. He had been hoping that Dick would be able to eat more but he wasn't surprised. The young man's face was darker shade of green not than it was before.

Dick nodded in response and slowly stood up. His entire body was shaking like a tree in a hurricane. It was only by willpower alone that he didn't fall to the ground. Willpower could only get one so far though. And in Dick's case, it got him to the couch and no further. He collapsed onto the cushion but the shaking didn't stop. He knew that the shaking was a common symptom of withdrawal but was it normal to last this long?

Listening to the sounds of Hank cleaning up, Dick closed his eyes. He was hoping he might be able to just sleep through most of the symptoms, yet he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. Still, he did his best to relax and get some much-needed rest. Not even 24 hours have passed yet and he was so sick of this. He could get through it though. He could do it.

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Hank couldn't blame Dick for barely moving. He truly looked beyond uncomfortable and was probably in pain, however he was getting worried. Despite how serious and intense he could be when focused on something, he wasn't still. Technically, Dick was still moving, kind of. If involuntarily shaking counted as moving. But Hank only saw Dick get off the couch once and that was to use the bathroom. He also hadn't really eaten anything and it was now almost six in the evening.

"How are you feeling?" Hank asked, sitting in the armchair beside the couch.

"How do you think?" Dick grumbled, glaring at the TV instead of Hank.

The older vigilante took a deep, frustrated breath of air. During the last few hours, Dick's attitude had declined, majorly. Hank tried not to take any of it seriously. Being irritable was very normal for people going through withdrawal and Hank was doing his best to be understanding of that but it was getting difficult. If there was one thing that everyone knew about Hank Hall was that he did not have a lot of patience. And Dick was honestly starting to push it with his comments whenever Hank asked how he was doing or if he was hungry.

"Okay. What do you want for supper?" Hank then inquired, hoping that after hardly eating anything all day, he'd have an appetite. He was wrong.

"Wasn't hungry last time you asked and I'm not hungry now." Dick answered, tone just as annoyed as before.

"I know Dick but you got to eat. Since breakfast you've had maybe three crackers and that's it." Hank reminded him.

"So?"

"So that's not healthy." Hank very nearly yelled. "I know that you aren't feeling well but starving yourself isn't going to help."

"And throwing up whatever I eat is?" Dick shot back, now glaring at him instead of the TV screen.

"Well you wouldn't be feeling like this or throwing up if you took the easier and safe route." Hank then pointed out.

"If you guys were better detectives, then you would've been able to find me before I was drugged constantly to the point of getting addicted." Dick argued, pushing himself up so he was sitting instead of lying down.

"And if you hadn't gotten yourself kidnapped in the first place, then we wouldn't be in this mess." This time, Hank full on yelled, causing Dick to do the same.

"I didn't ask you to come stay with me! You wanted to!"

"And I'm definitely regretting it." Hank responded, his voice a little quieter than before.

"Then why don't you just leave?" The younger man suggested. "Just go back and hang out with the others and leave me alone!"

With surprising speed for someone who was clearly not feeling good, Dick got to his feet and stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him. Hank however let out an extremely frustrated grunt and collapsed back on the chair. Though he wanted to head back up to the others and send someone else to deal with Dick, he wasn't going to do that. And the only other thought in his head was, could've handled that better.

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What Dick didn't know, was that it was Hank's fault that he got captured that night. Hank had come to help the more experienced vigilante when he spotted him surrounded by the drug dealers. When he got there though, he saw a civilian on the ground, badly injured in the crossfire. Instead of going to help his teammate like he planned, he stayed to help the injured person, and watched helplessly as Dick was taken. He had tried to call for help from the others, but they didn't get there in time. Though Hank knew he did the right thing, that Dick himself would've wanted him to help the innocent bystander, guilt still plagued him.

That was a major reason why he wanted to be the one who stayed with Dick as he dealt with all of this. He wanted to make it up to him in some way and he had gone through this as well. Now though, Hank was thinking he should have come up with something else to do instead of this. Due to past issues with Dawn and the whole situation with Jericho, there was still tension and they were the ones who butted heads the most. Except for the kids given the fact they were teenagers growing up in close quarters. It hadn't been as bad lately however so Hank thought that maybe they could get through this just fine. He was wrong.

Hank waited a few hours before he decided to check on Dick. Even though one might say their fight was stupid, it wasn't pretty and they both needed sometime to calm down. Now, it was past ten at night. Hank walked to the door and knocked. No answer. So he slowly opened the door and froze.

Dick was on the bed, blankets and sheets messed up around him, shaking so badly it looked worse than before. It was almost like he was having a seizure. Not thinking twice, Hank ran over and jumped on the bed. He instantly grabbed the man's arms in an attempt to keep him from hurting himself. It looked like he had already scratched up his arms a bit. Holding on tightly, Hank said, "It's okay Dick. I got you."

"Hurts." Dick mumbled through clenched teeth. Hank was both surprised and unsurprised to hear that. He wasn't surprised because it was so obvious that Dick was in pain from the look on his face, the groans that escaped his mouth and the way he moved. He was surprised though that Dick would actually admit it.

"I know man. I'm sorry, but you're going to be okay. Get through this and everything will go much smoother." Hank did his comfort his teammate as he shifted to find a more comfortable position for both of them which was a little given how much Dick was moving and how much he was sweating. He could barely hold on to him.

Finally, Hank got Dick lying on his legs, back against his chest while Hank sat upright leaning against the headboard. With his arms around Dick's smaller frame as he continued shaking, Hank whispered, "I got you Dick. I got you."