Who: Connor Hawke, Open to Green Arrow clan/residents When: Monday, October 7, 2013 Where: Queen Residence What: Even some superheroes get sick. Rating: Pg?
It had started on Friday. Something just felt a bit off, like his muscles were more sluggish as he was out on patrol. The next morning he woke feeling much more stiff than usual, but accounted it to the changing weather. Then Saturday his throat started to itch and his eyes felt filmy. Sunday he slept in, waking with his sinuses clogged. When he tried to concentrate on his books to prepare for his GED test, a headache stole his concentration, starting in his forehead and spreading till his neck and shoulders ached. Drinking tea for a late lunch, since he lost his appetite, he laid down for a nap.
Connor woke up Monday morning unable to deny what he had known all along. He was sick.
Well, he was only human. This was just a humble reminder. He shuffled into the kitchen, wrapped in his blanket and putting on hot water, nearly napped on the counter until the the kettle woke him with its whistling. Then he dragged his hot tea back to the couch, blinking blearily at the TV as the news played.
His phone ringing reminded him of something that had entirely slipped his fevery brain last night. He hadn't programmed the number into his phone (a good thing--he wasn't sure who was whom on his contact list), and recognized the last four digits. A shock of horror shot through him as he answered.
"Charlene! I'm so sorry!"
"Uh... Yeah, so you did remember."
"Only just now," he responded honestly, then sniffed and looked around for tissue. "I laid down yesterday afternoon for a nap and didn't wake until a few minutes ago. I'm really sorry. I had no idea I would sleep through. I'm..."
"Look, it's no big deal. You kind of seemed uncertain anyhow. I think my coworkers were right, too... So, um, have fun. Hope you get feeling better."
Connor was going to assure her he was interested and attempt to reschedule the date, but she hung up. He looked at his phone uncertainly, then felt more miserable. He had hurt her feelings, and he tried to avoid doing such to others.
But there was a more pressing issue. He was dripping. He scrambled as best he could to the bathroom, then returned with tissue to his nose, setting the roll of toilet paper on the TV stand and curling back into his blankets.