Chapter 6- Patrol

Roy's P.O.V.

I woke up to someone shaking me.

"Five more minutes," I mumbled.

"Come on Roy," I was Ollie. I opened my eyes.

"Fine," I said. I was already in my suit, so I grabbed my bow and quiver. My head started to hurt, but I can handle a little headache. I followed Ollie out of the room as Canary came in.
"Be careful boys," She whispered as she passed us.

"We will," Olive replied glancing at me. My head started to really pound.

"Hey Ollie," I said. He looked at me. "Do you have some Tylenol?

"Yes, in fact I do," He said pulling the tiny bottle out of his pocket. I reached for it, but he pulled it away. "Infirmary now," Ollie stated impatiently.

"What about patrol," I said.

"I already sent Artemis ahead. I will catch up with her when I am through with you. Now go to the infirmary or I will carry you," Ollie threatened.

"Can't we go to Wally's room?" I asked coughing into my sleeve.

"I guess because we already have two sick kids in there," Oliver stated. We walked back to Wally's room and I opened the door. Wally and Dick were both sleeping. Canary took a quick look at me.

"Oh great, not you too," She said.

"No, I'm not sick. Just a little headache," I said. "Come on Ollie, let's go on patrol," I said turning towards the door.

"Not so fast," Oliver stopped me. "I have it covered."

"Fine," I said dejectedly, discarding my bow and quiver. I walked over to the drawer full of my clothes that I kept in Wally's room in case something happened. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I went to the bathroom to change. I came back into the room a few minutes later.

"You should probably get some sleep," Canary said trying to feel my forehead, and she somehow managed to. She frowned. "You're a little warm Roy." I just walked over to Wally's desk chair, got in it, and curled up into a ball. Canary walked over to me.

"Do you want to get in bed with the others?" She asked quietly.

"No m'fine," I mumbled. Canary grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me. I soon fell asleep.

Dinah's P.O.V.

I was surrounded by sleeping teenagers, but this could not have been any cuter. I snapped a few pictures. Maybe these could come in handy when Roy won't listen to me, perfect for blackmail. I sent a picture of Wally and Dick to Bruce and Barry.

Roy's P.O.V.

I woke up to an annoying voice that wouldn't stop. Well, I can totally tell Wally's feeling a lot better.

"Come on Canary. Please, please, please, please, please can I have something else to eat besides soup," Wally said at the top of his lungs.

"Wally, shut up," I groaned. Canary rushed over to me placing a hand on my forehead.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Like crap," I mumbled.

"Do you need anything?"

"Yeah can you shut Kid Mouth up? My head hurts," I whimpered quietly. Robin was still asleep, surprisingly, with loud mouth talking right next to him.

"Shut up Wally," Canary snapped. "Roy's sick and you're making it worse."

"What?" Wally asked surprised. "Roy's sick? I thought he just fell asleep in the chair." Wally got out of bed. "Here you can lay down her." He looked at me, seeing that I was making no move to get up he said, "Come on Roy. It will make you feel better. I will take the chair."

Wally's P.O.V.

"No," Roy mumbled. "I don't need the bed. It's yours anyways, you can keep the spot." I knew that Roy would keep refusing, so I walked over to him, helped him up, and started dragging him to my bed. I didn't use my super speed because I didn't know if his stomach hurt. 'I guess super speed doesn't matter,' I thought as Roy turned green. I set a trash can on his lap as he leaned against the head board and started to throw up.

Roy's P.O.V.

I feel horrible. I practically threw my guts up. Now I can't stop coughing. When I finally stopped, I laid down. Canary handed me a thermometer as Wally made a bed on the floor, laid down, and fell asleep. Now Canary and I were the only ones awake. I declined the thermometer and rolled over trying to go to sleep, but my head hurt too badly.

"Roy at least let me check it," Canary whispered. "Open up," she said rolling me onto my back. I opened my mouth and she stuck the thermometer in. I just closed my eyes. The thermometer beeped, waking me up and causing me to jolt my head backwards. My head hit the head board.

"Ow," I mumbled. I felt like I was going to throw up again, so I leaned over the side of the bed and threw up in the trash can. I forgot I still had the thermometer in my mouth. Well that's trash now.

"Roy, oh my gosh, Are you okay?" Canary said after I was done throwing up. I lay down, but my head hurt so badly.

"Hey," Canary said quietly. I tried to move my head, but I didn't have enough strength to.

"I think you have a concussion. Can you open your eyes for me? Please." I managed to force my eyes open and was rewarded by a light in my eyes. I stared to close my eyes.

"Don't do that yet. Okay?" Canary said. I held my eyes open until I couldn't any longer. "Yep," She said quietly. "You definitely have a concussion. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I've had worse," I replied. "Can I go to sleep now?"

"No, not just yet, let's take your temperature again and get some medicine in you."

She stuck another thermometer in my mouth again, but this time when it beeped I didn't my head.

"Oh my poor baby, it's 103.7. Any higher and I am taking you to the infirmary." She handed me pills and helped me sit up to swallow them. I did with help from the water she gave me. Then I fell asleep into nothingness, and it felt good.

Wally's P.O.V.

I woke up with a jolt of pain in my stomach. Then I heard puking. Oh, Roy stepped on me. I rushed to the bathroom. I saw Roy puking his guts out, so I rubbed his back. Canary walked in as Roy finished. She helped me get him back to bed.

Roy's P.O.V.

I don't know what to do, I feel too sick to go to sleep, but my body feels like if I stay awake any longer I will die. I could feel Rob snuggle into my side. I turned to lie on my stomach despite the discomfort. I started to sob quietly into my pillow. I didn't think I have to worry about anyone hearing me because Wally and Canary were in the kitchen and Robin was asleep.

"What's wrong Roy?" I heard a quiet voice ask. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Rob, just don't feel that good," I replied.

"Do you think sleep will help?"

"I've tried, but my body hurts too much." I said. Robin cuddled into my side. He was so cute.

"I'll make you feel better. Just try to fall asleep. Please for me," he pleaded.

"Okay, I'll try," I replied, and I soon fell asleep.