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"Wally-" Robin tried calling for him again but was abruptly cut off by yet another coughing fit. It was no use and Robin knew it. He screwed up and now he couldn't even get out of bed to fix it.
"Why can't I just keep my mouth shut sometimes, then I wouldn't be in this situation? He was only trying to be a good friend and cheer me up. So, like the friend I am, I yell in his face,"Robin thought.
He ran his hands through his hair and tried to think of what to do. He couldn't really move more than two feet from his bed. This was because of either the dizziness from his fever, nausea and so he would just puke on the floor, or he would erupt into huge coughing fits that would last for ages. All versions sucked so Robin just decided to stay in his bed, wallowing in his misery.
Robin only hoped that Wally understood that he didn't mean it. He was just not feeling like himself and Wally was getting on his nerves, as usual. Maybe Wally would understand that and come back so Robin could apologize. Hopefully...
Cough, cough, cough...
That's all anyone would have heard from Robins room for five minutes straight. He just couldn't shake it. He would have about two minutes to catch his breath and then he would start coughing again. Part of this was because before his coughing had had some kind of reason, to clear his airways, but now it was just a hard, dry cough. HIs chest was now hurting and he couldn't breathe normally, now just wheezing.
Robin then remembered that Wally had left a cup of water next to his bedside table, one of the few things he did right. Robin stretched out a shaking hand to try and grab the cup, ended up missing, with the water splattered on the floor. Robin could only lie back on his bed and cough some more. Being sick sucked.
There was now no way he could even put off the cough for a few extra seconds and so he just went through his torture as best he could.
Robin had had colds before, but they had never been as bad as this. He usually only had them for a day or two and would start feeling better once he had some decent rest. Robin had been sleeping practically the whole day away and yet his condition only seemed to be worsening.
HIs thought process was then cut off once again by anotherfit of coughing. This one was different then all the others and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. He tried all sorts of things, but it didn't let up. All of the sudden he felt a wave of nausea. Robin rolled off his bed and coughed up some weird looking yellow stuff with a red liquid that was no doubt blood, and his coughing ceased.
"Well, that can't be good," Robin said to himself before falling into darkness.
Black Canary had just arrived back at Mount Justice from a pretty rough mission. All she wanted to do right then was take a nice long hot shower and then sleep for days. She would have to wait for that though because she had to check on Robin. She promised that she would and her mother instincts in her wouldn't have it any other way.
She crept through the hallway and appeared at his doorway, it was surprisingly quiet. The last time she had seen him he couldn't quit coughing. Maybe he had gotten better and was sleeping. Hoping that this was the reasons, she opened the door quietly and softly entered his room.
When Canary walked in Robin was no longer on his bed. She thought that maybe he was in the bathroom, but the door was open and she couldn't see the little bird anywhere. She then went around the other side of his bed and saw a mop of black hair.
She quickly rushed over and saw that the young boy was in a puddle of his own vomit and blood. HIs cheeks were cherry red and at the same time his face was a deathly pale. Black Canary scooped him up (he was surprisingly very light) and felt his forehead. He was on fire!
She knew that this was serious and not just some plain cold. Black Canary then ran down the hall with Robin in her arms down to the infirmary. There was no time to waste.
Kid Flash was walking (running in a normal human's sense) down the hall when he saw Black Canary come charging down the hallway. She looked really worried and was carrying something in her arms. Just coming back from a mission didn't really help her appearance that much either.
Thinking that something was really wrong he tried to ask if he could help.
His plea only went to empty ears though as she completely ignored him and continued down the corridor. Since KF wasn't doing anything better he went rushing after her.
His chase ended at the infirmary where he saw Canary hooking a sick Robin up to an IV, heart monitor, and put a breathing contraption under his nose.
He hadn't gone to see Robin after they had gotten into the fight, but now he regretted that he hadn't done that. Robin looked much worse than the last time he had seen him. His cheeks were red, face pale, breathing shallow and wheezy, and his body was wracked with chills.
"What happened?" he demanded of Canary as she continued to bustle about. KF went up to his best friend and took his hand.
"I don't know. I found him collapsed on the floor," was all she said as she found what she was looking for, a thermometer. She stuck it in the boy wonders mouth and took a seat as she waited.
"Is he going to be okay? KF asked worriedly as he looked at his friend. He would never stop blaming himself if it was his fault that Robin had gotten worse. He was supposed to be watching him and when Robin really needed KF, he wasn't there.
Black Canary pulled out the thermometer and looked at it before her expression only grew more worried.
"What is it?"
"105."
Well how about that for a cliff hanger? Sorry it took so long to update, I've been pretty busy this week. I think the next chapter might be the last one, but I'm not positive, depends on what kind of time I have. Hope you guys liked it and please review :)