Spitfire/Hospitalized AU

Wally's POV
'Everything was completely fine when she wasn't here. Now it's high school all over again! You know it'd be great if you didn't crinkle your nose like that! I don't want to ruin this friendship by wanting to kiss you!' Wally thought, flicking Artemis's nose.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, not from pain but from the shock of Wally flicking her nose. "What was that for?"
"You said Merlin's better than Doctor Who," he supplied casually turning back to the screen.
"Because it is!" She exclaimed, her hands gesturing to the "man candy" that was Colin Morgan. Her words, not his. "He's funny and less controlling than the Doctor."
"The Doctor isn't controlling," Wally rolled his eyes.
"Then why did Martha leave him?"
"Martha left him because he was hung up on Rose and couldn't see how awesome Martha was. Besides, Arthur is way more controlling than the Doctor."
"Okay, well, I don't see Arthur blowing up people he doesn't like."
"Oh so you're taking the daleks side now?"
"Guys!" Robin interpreted. "It's a television show, calm down."
"It's not a television show, it's a lifestyle," Artemis said.
"It's a religion," Wally helped.
"Did you just quote Gilmore Girls at me?" Robin asked.
"Yes," Wally answered.
"Maybe," Artemis muttered at the same time.
"I'm going to leave this fangirl craziness now, I get enough of this spending time with Zatanna," Robin stand and shook his head.
"Gimme my bracelet!" Wally yelled.
"No! Be a man!"
"Men wear bracelets all the time!" Artemis shouted.
"I'm kidding, seriously, take a chill pill," Robin offered them tic tacs.
"Robin, did you-!" Zatanna walked into the room. "Hand over my tic tacs!"
"But they're watermelon flavor!"
"Doesn't matter, you don't give them to me now, all they're going to taste like is blood." Robin tossed them to her.
"Got it," the bird was gone almost instantly.
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Artemis's POV
'Well, that whole fiasco could have gone a lot better, you know, if we were rational people in the first place,' Artemis thought, looking at Wally.
"Do you wanna hang out with me later?" Wally asked, his body stiffened.
'Was he asking me out?'
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Wally's POV
'Did I really just ask Artemis out? Just play it cool, like you'd ask Conner to watch that horror movie because you thought it would have been funny to see his reaction.'
That time would have been funny, if it hadn't lasted two seconds before Wally was thrown into a table for laughing.
'Is she gonna throw me into a table?'
'If that happened, Robin and Roy would never shut up about it?'
"I'm gonna ask the rest of them if they want too," both of them relaxed.
"Um yeah, sure," Artemis had recovered from her previous shock.
"Good, 8, I guess."
"Yeah, I'll see you later then, Zatanna said she needed me for something."
"Okay, um...bye." Artemis nodded and walked away.
"Aaakkkkwwwkkkaarrrrrddddd," Robin sang, now perched on an arm of a chair.
"Shut up, Dick," Wally muttered.
"Nah, I would prefer to bother you."
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'Not a date. Thank goodness.'
"Artemis, you okay?" Zatanna asked.
"I would be if you didn't paint my face."
Zatanna smirked and put foundation on a sponge.
"Megan's out with her uncle, it was last minute, I'm trying to learn how to do makeup on people better."
"Yeah, yeah, you've told me," and so did Megan. Megan had told Artemis that Zatanna didn't really know what skin tone when with which skin tone and the first time Zatanna did the makeup on her the first time the eyeliner didn't come off completely for a week.
"Thanks," Zatanna said, pulling her hair harshly back into a ponytail. Artemis knew now that if she was ever incapable of not making a ponytail, Zatanna was the last person to go too. That looked like it hurt.
"Okay, let's get started..."
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"Were you trying to make me look Egyptian?" Zatanna shrugged, Artemis looked at the left side of her face. It actually looked good, but there was no way Artemis would admit that aloud.
"I like the way it looks on your face."
"It itches," Artemis muttered, referring to her eyelashes, in all honesty it was the only thing that bothered her. It took all her willpower to not pull them out.
"That's probably not good."
"If I wake up without eyelashes..." Artemis said, raising a finger.
"You love it, don't lie." Artemis touched her lip which was made larger with a red lip pencil.
"I don't hate it," Artemis murmured.
"Not hating it is good, because I'm hoping to do more. Your face is more angular, it's a fun canvas."
"Please, no."
"Sorry."
"God, I know I don't don't this often, but please, don't let her put another drop of makeup on my face!" Artemis prayed, clasping her hands in front of her.
They laughed until it almost turned to tears.
"Stop, I worked hard on that." The statement made Artemis chuckle.
It looks nice," Artemis said standing. "I'm going to get lunch, wanna come?"
"I should clean up," Zatanna said, smiling.
"Okay, but eat something today."
"Yeah, sure," Zatanna replied in an uncaring voice. Artemis frowned.
"5 o'clock, I will bring ice cream and rice Krispy treats with Skittles in them."
"RT doesn't make that," Zatanna said, raising an eyebrow.
"Who said anything about him making anything?" Artemis asked, kissing Zatanna on the forehead.
"You're gonna get lipstick on my forehead!" She protested.
"Don't care! Bye!" Artemis walked out the door, and went to find the kitchen.
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"Okay, Wally, I've seen you eat, it's gross, but you probably know where the kitchen is so, show me where it is."
"What's on your face?" Artemis cocked her head to the side.
"What's wrong with it?"
"You're wearing makeup."
"Am I not supposed to wear makeup?"
Artemis smirked at Wally's dismay.
"No, you can do whatever you want to do to your face, you just seem like the kind of person who wouldn't wear makeup."
"Wally," he nodded. "Show me where the kitchen is before you piss me off."
"Okay."
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"Do you want to help, or are you just going to stare at me until I'm done?" Artemis asked, placing a frying pan on the burner and turning on it on.
"We're really not supposed to be in here." Artemis rolled her eyes at the statement.
"Since when did rules for coming to the kitchen bother you?" She opened the butter's wrapper and dropped the stick of butter carelessly into the pan.
"Since I've already gotten you into trouble."
"Do you really think I give a crap?" Artemis snickered. "Pass me the scrapper spatula thingy."
"You do know that it's just called a spatula, right?" He said, picking it up.
"Don't care," she muttered, taking the spatula from him. Artemis spread the melting butter around the pan then poured in half a bag of marshmallows and mixed it until it looked like a soupy, semi disgusting mess. Wally started pouring the cereal before she could get a word out. She grumbled inaudible words and mixed while he poured half the box of cereal in. He then ripped open three packages of Skittles and dumped them in. Artemis turned off the burner.
"That's not how you do it!" She exclaimed, swatting him with marshmallow and cereal covered spatula. He held up his hands in surrender and grabbed a chunk of the almost done treat. "Go see if there's a carton of ice cream," she muttered, pointing at the freezer while she continued to stir, mixing the skittles in with the almost solid treat she hoped would look better done.
"There's ice cream, chocolate and strawberry." Artemis nodded.
"Can you find a 13 by 9 inch pan?" Wally muttered something that sounded like "I'm not stupid."
"I don't remember suggesting you were," she said smirking.
"Shut up," he mumbled, pushing her shoulder.
"OW!" She exclaimed smiling. "You bully!" she pouted. His eyes hardened though he was still grinning. Wally went to search cabinets.
"Here," he said, passing her the pan, his voice strangely cold but still sounding like he was smiling.
"Note to self, don't call Wally a bully, he will become that one bitter white woman from the Help."
"There's a multitude."
"Starts with an H."
"Hilly?" He looked at Artemis with an incredibility to shock her Catholic school teacher Mrs. Kendrick.
"Yeah, I think that's her, I read it a few years ago, so I could be thinking of another woman." Artemis tipped the frying pan and started scrapping the dessert into the pan Wally had found.
"I'm going to leave for awhile and you're not going to touch that pan until Zatanna has eaten two," Artemis said, her finger in Wally's face.
"Kay," he said, holding up his hands in surrender.
"I've got an appointment," she said, looking at her ten dollar watch. "See ya at 8!" She ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to find Dinah. Unfortunately, she collapsed into shaking and a rush of nausea hit her. Artemis blacked out.
"Artemis, what's wrong?" Dinah asked, Artemis looked up and knew from the look on Dinah's face, she must have been green. Artemis vomited on Dinah's blue stilettos, she inhaled and almost passed out again.
"Sorry," Artemis murmured, hating the metallic taste in her mouth and her own helplessness. Wally ran up the stairs.
"What happened?-oh gross," he muttered.
"Withdrawal symptoms," Dinah muttered. "Go find the janitor-after you help me get her to the infirmary." Artemis didn't say anything but tried to keep her stomach in check. She weakly stood and started walking weakly using Wally as a support and letting him lead her.
"These is the only time I am going to need you for anything, you understand, Speedy."
"That's Roy's nickname."
"Knowing how fast you run, it fits you better."
"Even when you are incapable of walking on your own, you tell me off."
"Even when I can't talk, I will tell you off," Artemis whispered, groaning as another wave of nausea hits. "Dinah, why is it all happening so fast?"
"Withdrawal symptoms are different, you'll be okay in a while, hopefully."
"You know, for a therapist, you're not very optimistic." Artemis said, rubbing her neck.
"I'm a realist. The glass is always full and crap," Dinah said.
"Sorry about your shoes," Artemis said again.
"They were a cheap knockoff brand, don't worry about them, they're just shoes."
"Didn't you say they were your favor..." the look Wally received made him be quiet almost instantly. Dinah opened the infirmary door and lead Artemis who had abandoned Wally's arm to the nearest bed.
"I'd take you back to your room, but I don't want you to fall in the shower," Dinah pointed to a walled off portion of the room. "That's the girl's locker room, I'll have Megan or Zatanna bring you clean clothes."
"Thanks, Wally, can you give the rice Krispy's to Zatanna."
"Yeah."
"Make sure she eats one, at least." He nodded and left waving.
"Our appointment will be tomorrow after dinner, okay?" Artemis nodded and Dinah walked to the door. "There's extra toothbrushes in the cabinet." She said before leaving.
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She's only fallen once and that was because someone's shoes were in the way. Artemis grabbed a toothbrush and washed away the acrid taste in her mouth spit minty liquid into the sink and gurgled sink water.

"Hey! You already showering in there?!" Zatanna yelled through the door.

"No," she called back.

"Clothes," Zatanna announced entering the locker room.

"I tried to find a lock."

"There isn't one," she handed Artemis the clothes. "You good?"

"Yeah, a bit wobbly but peachy now."

"Thanks for remembering my favorite candy is Skittles," Zatanna kissed Artemis's cheek. "Get better," she says before leaving the room and closing the door.

"Thanks," Artemis mumbled before undressing and turning the water on and sitting down on a shower chair.

"Well, isn't this nice?" She muttered to herself.

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Hey, guys. I'm going to start putting Spitfire fanart up. I didn't actually ask, but credit to Viria for the drawing up above, her art is amazing.

Only some of the art will have to do with the story, so don't question it.

Have good week and good night!

Stay beautiful, my Spitfires! :)