red_detective (red_detective) wrote in newalliance, @ 2017-02-07 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | red hood, red robin, speedy ii, superboy |
Who: Tim , Mia, Jason, fairly open
Where: Gotham
When: Feb 8th
What: Work-a-holicism is bound to catch up to a body, and eventually the weather gets Tim under the weather. Reasons not being a super powered cape sucks.
Rating: PG
In retrospect, I guess I have been running full tilt since vacation.. during the winter... in the cold rain. Tim shivered, even though he was in a full coat and sweater sitting in a clinic. Not that clinics were ever kept warm enough, but at least they weren't trying to make him strip down at all. The shivering ached unpleasantly, but everything was starting to ache, the hurt starting to soak bone deep and his skin feeling confining. His nose also still felt raw from the q-tip they'd crammed up there. That had just been wholly unpleasant.
The nurse practitioner was also way too cheery as she came back in. "Well, results are back! Influenza."
Tim blinked, feeling stupid. "I had my shots," he said lamely, even though he knew those weren't full proof against catching a less common strain of flu. Which she confirmed, going into a cheery monologue about how the flu shots only covered the most common types. He wasn't really listening, trying to think instead where he picked it up at. Probably at class. People can be contagious the day before they start showing symptoms and can continue being contagious 5 days to two weeks. Which... good. I was out all the night before and in class, slept, out again, class, then here, so I wasn't around any of the family or Sam during that time when I got a fever, so I shouldn't have....
"Timothy?"
"Huh?" He looked at the nurse practitioner, trying to recall what she said.
She gave him a crooked smile. "I was just telling you prescription options. And uh, you have someone who can drive you, sweetie? Your fever is pretty high."
I could call Alfred... No, I really can't call Alfred. Alfred can't get sick. "I'll be fine," he assured quickly. "You said my head's going to get worse? What am I getting for that?"
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By the time Tim got back to the manor he was only thinking how spoiled Alfred had made him by picking up any prescriptions and buying medicine for them before. Every minute that passed he felt worse, and he'd already been feeling bad enough to go to the doctor's after his classmate's realized he had a fever and threatened him with an ER, and the cold made him hurt, and his throat felt gross, his chest felt arid, and his head was making the world narrow and small and his thoughts sluggish, aborted mental tangles, and and all he wanted was to dope himself up and go to bed where it was warm and he'd feel bad about being a useless lump later.
Stairs were stupid. Shoelaces were stupid. Coat buttons were stupid. Prescription bottle caps that were hard to open were stupid, too. Even the medicine tasted stupid. I should probably tell someone to make everyone stay away from my room. No--idiot, you used your card at the pharmacy. Of course that means he knows and he'll warn everyone accordingly. Just--Door locks are stupid, too! My fingers are stupid! Door locked after a fumble of digits, he grumpily crawled into bed, piling as many comforters on top of himself and nestled in to sleep.
Work, classes, and all else would wait for a while.