The Art Of Comforting A Dick Grayson

The Art Of Comforting A Dick Grayson - 4: Sickie Bird!

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Without further ado, presenting you the fourth part of AOCDG...

Sickie Bird!

Dick woke up, feeling like crap. He groaned and rubbed his temples, when he felt a coughing fit coming up. Before he had time to prepare for the impact, he started coughing his lungs up.

After coughing continuously for two whole minutes, he fell back on the bed, feeling even more drained than before. He tried to think of the source of his problem when he remembered that yesterday he was standing out in a storm, trying to put a meta human, who was causing weird weather phenomenons, out of commission.

In the process, he was drenched to the bones. When he went back to his safe house, he was so damn tired that he just flopped on the bed. Now, it seems like not changing was not a great idea, because he was sick.

He tried to get up, when he went into another coughing fit, which caused him to lose balance and fall back on the bed again.

'Okay,' Dick thought. 'No getting up.'

He took his phone and called Bruce, but it went straight to voicemail. The same thing happened with, surprisingly, Alfred. He then called Jason and thankfully, Jason picked up.

But his happiness was short lived, because Jason cut the call with "Stop calling and disturbing me Grayson! I am in the middle of something!", as soon as he picked up. Dick tried not to get hurt by those words, but it was difficult.

Jason's words affected him more than he thought, because he hesitated to call anyone else. He sighed and placed his mobile back on the nightstand. Jason was right, he should not burden others with his problems; he should take care of them himself.

He tried to sit up once again, and to his relief, he was able to.

'Great,' he thought. 'Now, onto the next step, stand up and go to the bathroom.'

He slowly stood up and his head spun. "Whoa," he muttered and grabbed the wall for support. He closed his eyes and pushed down the nausea he was suddenly feeling.

After two minutes, he opened his eyes and started walking towards the

the bathroom, having the wall as support. 'It would be easier to do this with someone taking care of you,' a traitorous part of his mind thought, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

He slowly got into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was pretty sure that he was having a fever, and that he needed to bring down the temperature. He turned on the cold current, and slowly tried to get his Nightwing costume off, but he couldn't.

Besides, he was drained from the walk to the bathroom, and so he just sat down in the tub, curling in on himself. His head pounded and he was feeling so sick, that he just wanted it to end!

He coughed again, praying that someone would come and get him; that someone would take care of him. But the cold truth that nobody was coming hit him hard, just at that moment, and he couldn't stop the traitorous tears rolling down from his eyes. Soon, he was sobbing, not able to take it anymore.

Jason was working on a case and Goldie was disturbing him with his calls. But now he had found out more about the case and, as much as he hated to admit it, he figured that he needed Dick's help. He couldn't take down these guys all by himself, and he could use Nightwing's grace and brains.