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You get sick Part 1

(THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE YOU FIND OUT THEIR SECRET)

You have never hated your best friend more than you did in this instant. Zoe Goodenough had gotten you sick. Dumb bitch.

She had gotten sick while visiting her mom in Metropolis and she still came to school cause her dad made her. Since you were best friends you still stayed by her side and handed her tissues when she needed it or rubbed her back when she had to empty her stomach. Honestly, you were mad that her dad would do this to her. But now she was feeling better and you were sick. Alfred allowed you to stay home though since he was a lot nicer than Zoe's dad.

You had missed school for a week and a half now and the boys almost never saw you during that time. You never came down for any meals or anything. You were just locked up in your room, sleeping most of the time.

They grew worried.

"Alfred, how is (Y/n)'s recovery going?" Bruce asked one night during dinner as he stared at the chair you'd normally sit in.

"Not very well, Master Wayne." Alfred looked defeated "she has a terrible fever and she can barely keep anything down for long. All she does is sleep or stare out her window. She barely talks, when she attempts to speak she just goes into a fit of coughing."

"So no signs of getting better?" Dick asked as he grew worried for his little sister.

"The only sign of her even being slightly better is that she seems to be sleeping less and less each day. She can keep down any liquids but no solids."

"That doesn't sound good..." Tim muttered.

"Was her friend this sick?" Jason asked the butler.

"Miss Goodenough wasn't this ill. I've spoken to her and she had told me that when she was sick that she had gotten better in a week. Miss Goodenough is also quite concerned." Alfred explained. (I care about you bitches. Y'all a lot sicker that what I was and I feel like shit for getting yous sick, I'm sowwwwii!)

"Perhaps she needs more rest." Damian said before taking a bite from his salad.

"All she does is rest." Dick sighed in frustration.

"Maybe we should take her to a doctor again." Tim suggested.

"I find that would be fruitless, Master Drake." Alfred commented.

"We gotta help her out somehow, she's so un(Y/n) like." Jason shrugged.

"Mmm...boys no patrol tonight, I have an idea." Bruce mused. (Damn...he canceled patrol for you...maybe he's the one who's sick because his being unBruce like)