"I do." He stated miserably as he frowned at her. He'd been sleeping most of the day away, but it didn't seem to matter. He was still tired, and could probably sleep through the night. He didn't get sick often, being in peak physical shape and healthy working order most of the time at least. However when he did it wasn't pretty. It was physically and mentally draining on him. Part of the reason he'd bat-tied Dawn and dragged her home kicking and screaming was he had been on the edge of the illness he was currently trying to fight off and failing. Dawn hated him, but frankly he didn't care much. He was more worried about keeping her away from Jason then making her happy.
"I coulda just sent Clark out, he volunteered.." His words got lost to a yawn and he rubbed at his eyes. "Feels like everything's moving in slow motion." For a minute his vision blurred and he tried to rub them again, of course it failed. The irrational part of him wondered if he'd ever be healthy again. The last few days the only place he'd seen was the inside of his place. It was nice and big enough to be comfortable in, but he didn't ike staying home. He was uncomfortable with even the notion of it. He knew Clark could handle himself, but he didn't like to just leave him alone out there. It wasn't how it was supposed to go. But being out there would only put them both at risk, and whoever they were saving at the time, Dick knew that. he wasn't nearly at one hundred percent, infact it was probably down to about thirty.
If the apocalypse came while he was sick, he was going to be severely unhappy. And then Babs was talking, it took him a minute to take everything in, but when everything connected he raised an eyebrow. "Tea in your nose?" he asked, uncertain if he heard that right. His brows furrowed trying to figure out how that would help and not drown him. He came up blank. He was so out there he didn't really understand and misunderstood her.
"Not yet, I've been to tired to eat." Anything that really took chewing was out, Dick just didn't have the energy for it. A few days ago it'd just been a cold. Stuffy nose of unpleasantness, sore muscles, exhaustion, but then there were signs of fever. He could no longer stand, even half way at his counter. He moved toward his kitchen table and slumped into a chair.