A Dark Secret

Chapter 14

This day had been absolute hell. My throat burned, my nose was clogged up, my stomach was in constant agony, I was hot all over, and I could barely stay awake. I hadn't been this sick since I had the flu the first year I lived with Bruce. But no one could know. I didn't want my team or Batman to fuss over me or be worried, and I certainly didn't want anyone to think I was weak. So I had pushed through the day, luckily a day with no missions or training. I guess a good day for me to get sick. Today had been interesting though, Superman had arrived and talked to Connor, he had actually taken Connor to his home to spend the night. Connor seemed really happy, so that was good.

Connor was gone. Mg'ann had decided to spend her night with her uncle. Artemis had gone to Starling to patrol with Green Arrow, and Aqualad had gone to visit his king. Flash was gone, having to go to the watchtower to deal with a special mission, and Wally had chosen to stay in the mountain, mumbling some excuse about his father working late that night. Yesterday I had agreed to stay at the mountain to keep him company, and now, although Wally was my best friend, I was regretting that decision on account of the fact Wally would find out I was sick.

" 'm gonna call it a night,"I muttered.

"What? Dude, we were going to watch a movie or something." Wally exclaimed shooting me an incredulous look.

If I didn't leave soon I was going to pass out. I know I was.

" I'm just really tired." I murmured.

"Alright," Wally said. "Goodnight."

"Night," I called behind me. I neared the hallway that leads to our bedrooms. Suddenly, blackness began to steal my vision, making me sway slightly, I stumbled but caught myself barely.

"Robin, you ok?" Wally asked. I groaned, finally giving in and crumpling into blackness.

(1hour later)

I moaned as I opened my eyes, the harsh light blinding me.

"Sorry." A voice murmured, and the lights dimmed almost completely.

"Wally?" I croaked.

"Here." the quiet voice of my friend murmured, and his hand gently lifted my head, tilting it slightly as a glass found it's way to my lips. I drank the water greedily. Until Wally pulled the cup from my lips and lay my head back down on something soft.

"What happened?" I asked. Before Wally could answer, I began to cough violently, trembling as I did so. Wally rubbed my back soothingly until I stopped.

"You passed out." He answered.

"Oh."

"Why didn't you tell me you were this sick? I could have helped you sooner." Wally asked.

"Wasn't important," I answered. Wally smacked me on the head.

"Now you're the idiot." He scoffed. I shook my head.

"I made you soup," Wally said, offering me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Wait, scratch that, he offered me a bowl of two spoonfuls of soup. I raised my eyebrows.

"Hey! Chefs always taste test their food." Wally said. I rolled my eyes but ate the two bites of soup anyway. Afterwards, I was exhausted. I swear to you I will sleep for two weeks.

"Sleep now, Dick." Wally murmured, taking the empty bowl and pushing me down on the pillows, tucking the blankets by my chin.

"What about-" What about nothing? I had nothing to worry about. So why do I think I do?

"Shhh. Sleep." Wally commanded. He dimmed the lights completely and even took off my mask. No one was here. It was ok.

He sat in a chair by my bed.

"You don't have to stay."

"You're not getting rid of me," Wally said smugly. With that, I fell into the most peaceful sleep I had in years.

That makes it three times. Three times Wally has saved me. Why couldn't I save him once?