Rated T- cause I'm paranoid
Minor cursing if any
Triggers: Cancer, Chemotherapy
I do not own Young Justice or any of the DC characters, yada, yada, yada
Chapter 7- Falling
Dick woke up to a throbbing headache, a sore throat, and a killer stomachache. It was nothing new to him; it had been this way since the day after his first treatment. He couldn't eat, sleep, or let alone stand without feeling the side effects descend upon him. 'So this is hell.' Dick joked lightly as he moved off the floor of his bathroom and back to his bed.
He had been falling asleep leaning against the wall in his bathroom because of his inability to hold down his stomach contents, and because he didn't feel like making the trip back and forth from his bed to his bathroom.
He could always ask Alfred for a trashcan, but that would involve letting his trusty butler and adoptive father know what was going on and Dick felt no need to worry them more than they already were. So instead he kept his symptoms a secret and tried to push through his everyday activities without so much as complaining of his issues.
But when he started to become too tired to even stand up straight in front of them, he knew he was in trouble. He was more frequent in experiencing blackouts and collapsing whenever he became too drained to function. It would overwhelm (not just whelm) him and suddenly he would drop to the floor, luckily most of his experiences were in private and on a carpeted surface so he would simply wake up shove the idea of fainting off into the back of his head, shrugging it off as nothing.
When Dick found himself trying to bend down to gather his pillows and blanket from the floor, he soon felt that familiar dizziness creeping into his vision. 'no, not now, pull it together.' He chastised himself while squeezing his eyes shut and lifting his hand to meet his forehead. After taking a few deep breaths Dick stood up straighter and let his hand drop to his side. Staring into the mirror he was now facing, Dick saw himself for who he truly was- a sick little boy. This disgusted him; he was Robin, the Boy Wonder for crying out loud, NOT some weak little kid who needed to be taken care of! 'Bruce even kept me from seeing the team.' Dick reminded himself firmly, a frown setting upon his features.
With a wave of anger and sadness Dick knocked all of the toiletries from the sinks counter, causing the soap dish and bottles to crash loudly to the floor. The crashing sound echoed throughout the bathroom making Dick's head grow fuzzy with the vibrations it gave off. After exerting all of his energy and feeling weak, that all too familiar darkness crept into his vision again, black spots dancing in front of his eyes.
Next thing he knew, he was falling strait towards the corner of the counter, legs and arms limp and vision darkening, there was nothing he could do to save himself.
All he could do was fall and hope someone would be there to catch him.
A/N:
THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! To those who stuck up for me and my copyright issue, I wasn't sure exactly how to handle it at that moment so I just got angry :/
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