Illness

If a clock was around it would show the walk had taken about an hour and a half, Robin still unconscious as Slade balanced him in one arm, typing in the code to get the door to slide up, entering a large garage with a car and two doors on opposite walls.
"Fancy…" Slade heard the thief say in a mocking tone.
"Not all my hideouts are meant for extended stays like the first." The man closed the opening, which, to the groups dismay, rattled before hitting the ground.
"Cool that you have a car though, dude." Beast Boy encouraged with a wide smirk, making the older man roll his eye.
"It is perfectly stocked for its purpose."
"What's its purpose?" Red asked.
"In case I needed to get out of the country." The man opened the back door of the car, lying Robin down, seeing him wince before calming. "I don't have beds here though, but I keep medical supplies in all of my bases."
"but… You're immortal, dude?" The changeling questioned, Slade shrugging, the group having had a long conversation over why Slade wasn't dead while they'd walked.
"I need to dress him." The mercenary said in a mono tone, Beast Boy seeming to startle, having forgotten the bird was nude.
"You're gonna' dress him?!"
"If we have to leave for some reason, I'm sure Robin would like not being completely vulnerable." The youngest seemed to understand, though the blush still radiated his cheeks as he nodded, turning around. "Office to the left." Slade told him, starting to pull out the other man's boxers, having grabbed his clothes before leaving the roof starting to stick his feet through the openings. Bea quickly walked to the other door, stopping as he noticed Red wasn't following, turning back to see the thief watching the scene.
"No! Let me stay!" Red whined, wrist pulled towards the office.
"Stop perving on Robin, dude." The changeling said, a bit angry despite himself.
"But he's so pretty! How can I not?!" Red said, door clicking shut as he was forced in the adjacent room.
"Eww, dude."
"Aww, don't act like you've never liked a pretty girl or whatever."
"Robin's definitely not a girl, dude.":
"So? Still pretty." A sigh was heard as the younger boy ran a hand through his matted locks.
"I don't feel comfortable with us talking about Robin that way." The changeling slid down the nearby wall, worried about the bird. "Especially after what they did to him…"
"I understand, kid." Red realized the situation, having been completely ignoring how it was affecting the other. It's not like he wasn't just as pissed and upset by the act, he was just better at hiding it, used to seeing people forced in the same way from his days trapped with the bastard who'd violated the bird. Beast Boy wasn't used to things like that.
Slade quickly dressed the teen, draping a blanket over him, and putting a pillow under his head, before giving the others the all clear, Beast Boy looking as though he thought breathing on his leader would cause him to shatter, staying a fair deal away, Red deciding it best to stay at his side, just in case, frowning at the state of the bird, not having really noticed before when his hormones were calling the shots.
"He'll live." Slade said, noting the looks plaguing the other two. "Let him sleep it off."
"Sleep it off?!" Bea said in an exasperated tone, grabbing his ears.
"Do you have a better idea? I gave him some painkillers, so he shouldn't wake up until morning." Beast Boy looked to the ground, sorrowful expression painting his lips, this was worse than he'd thought it would get, sure he'd expected violence, even death at the end of the world, but not this, and to Robin, his Robin, the fearless leader, the bionic bird, broken and used in that way, he- he didn't think he could handle this, this absolute hell they'd landed in, it was too much.
Bea stayed awake for as long as his lids would allow, watching the bird, fearing he'd wake in pain and confusion, though eventually he passed out on the concrete, lying next to the car, clear signs he'd been crying, tears staining his cheeks.

Robin woke screaming, though didn't seem to know he was awake, Beast Boy jolting as the cry sounded, confused a moment, before realizing it was Robin.
"Shh! Robin, It's okay, dude!" The changeling tried to silence him, hearing a bang at the entrance. "Rob! Be quiet!" The youngest moved his hands over the other's lips, trying to get him to shut up. Slade soon coming to his aid, snapping.
"Calm down..." he started, "Shh… Look at me… Relax… you're safe…" The man's calm tone was low and soothing, the same one he'd used when getting Robin to sleep the other night, which, in comparison to Bea's panicked one, helped the leader relax somewhat, screams subsiding, heavily breathing as he realized where he was, chest rising slowly as he tried to calm, seeing Slade and Beast Boy towering him.
"Gross, dude!" The changeling pulled his hand away, wiping the saliva on his jeans.
"What happened?" Robin rose to his elbows, moving an arm to wipe away the ever appearing rivers, soon able to cease those as well.
"You woke up screaming, dude." The youngest informed, voice riddled with concern. Robin looked confused for a moment, it had been years since he'd woken screaming, so why- the reason flooded back as his ass tingled, painkillers luckily doing their job.
"Oh." The bird sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Sorry." There was a moment where everything was calm, opposed to the rattle of the entrance, zombies having heard, though seemed quick to lose interest, when it happened, Robin's shoulders tensing, teeth gritting, handballing into a fist in raven locks.
"Robin..." Bea said sadly, pair thinking the boy would break down in a sobbing fit after what he'd just experienced, but that was a passing thought as the bird doubled over, erupting in a string of ragged coughs. "Robin?!" Beast Boy took a step towards the boy, though soon jumped back wide eyed. "Dude!" Robin continued his fit, red spraying to the ground, holding his throat as the attack commenced, grabbing his stomach with clawed fingers.
"Oh, man! What do we do?!" Beast Boy was panicking, wide eyes while grabbing his ears.
"I'm- I'm f-fine." Robin said between coughs, starting to shake, pained lungs protesting the attack.
"Slade! Where are you going?!" The man quickly walked to the other room, leaving Beast Boy with the bird, who started to sway. "Slade! Dude, you need to stop coughing man! Sla-" The older man returned, a bottled water in hand.
"Drink." The older male helped tilt the teen's head back, bringing the beverage to his lips. Robin coughed up the first few attempts, though eventually managed to swallow some of the precious liquid, chugging down as much as he could with the slowing outbursts.
"Rob, are you okay…?" The youngest asked wearily as the coughing subsided, other looking ragged and worn, eyes foggy, unfocused as he groggily looked at the changeling.
"I- I'm f-fine…" Robin's vision spun. "...Just… have... to sleep... it... off…" The raven haired form fell forward, eyes rolling back as gravity claimed him, Slade catching him before he hit the ground.
"Dude!" Bea cried, looking at the unconscious bird.
"We have bigger problems." Slade was referring to the increased noise as more of the undead attempted to claw past the metal barrier. "Wake up the thief." Slade ordered, carrying Robin over a shoulder, noting the stream of red flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Wha-" Red said as the youngest viciously shook him.
"Dude! We got tah' go! Zombies!" Bea cried, thief sighing before rising.
"Stubborn zombies… need to stay dead…" The thief rubbed an eye as he followed.

They ran around ten minutes at full speed before they climbed up a fire escape, finding themselves on the second floor of an apartment building, having to smash a window to get inside. Everything seemed clean and proper, though the thin corpse of a small poodle made Beast Boy nearly vomit, Slade slamming his boot into its head as it tried to attack, setting the sleeping man on the twin sized bed, letting him rest, before wrapping the animal in a blanket and setting it in the trash, out of sight, out of mind. Once he'd finished, Slade made his way back to the bird, setting a hand to the man's forehead, humming discontentedly, "He has a fever. It's likely stress induced, but still worth keeping an eye on." he said to the kids, meaning they were all on babysitting duty until Robin woke,"we should start looking for anything useful, you, stay with him." Slade said, pointing to Beast Boy.
Red and Slade started going through the apartment, opening every cabinet and dresser, and looking under each cushion, sure to be thorough as they slowly formed a pile of their findings; One and a half bottles of Tylenol, a pile of kitchen knives, half a thing of tic tacs, two water bottles, a framed picture of a kitten, a box of matches, and a pile of clothes, half clearly for a larger man, and half for a smaller woman.
"Why did you grab a picture of a cat?" Slade asked as they finished.
"Because it's adorable, and I deserve nice things. Look at its little nose." Red defended, holding it defensively, Slade sighing, rolling his eye, though let it be, not feeling need to exert the energy.
"Still alive?" Slade asked casually as him and Red returned to the pair in the bed, stretching his arms over his head.
"Yeah, dude, he's okay." Beast Boy said simply, staying lying next to Robin, "Well, he's alive at least…" Beast Boy sighed, he didn't know if Robin was going to be okay for a while after that nightmare, though he was planning to help him through it however he could.
Robin woke with a start a few hours later, Beast Boy a dog at his side, asleep, Red the one to react this time, coming up next to the bed in a crotch, "You okay…?" he whispered to Robin.
"I'm fine…" the bird assured, breathing out, "What happened…?"
"You had a nightmare I think…"
"No, before, when I was asleep from the pills." Red started to evade Robin's gaze.
"I'll- I don't want to wake up Beast Boy…" Red said, "Remind me when he isn't sleeping so close…" Robin sighed, going back to staring at the ceiling, not thinking he would be able to get back to sleep after the dream he'd just had, a few tears rolling down the sides of his face, not even bothering to wipe them away, too exhausted. Robin felt cold, starting to shiver at some point, teeth chattering slightly. Red noticed, still at his side, moving to cover him with a blanket, only to have his arm caught, "Kid, what are you-" without a word, Dick pulled Red closer, lifting the covers, before hugging his middle, he was so warm. "Oh… okay then…" Red laughed slightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape the persistent grip even if he wanted to, holding Robin back, cuddling under the covers, eventually both falling asleep, exhaustion winning over fear in the end.

Neither Slade or Beast Boy dared wake the pair, Robin needing sleep, and it obvious why he was holding the warm body as his shiver remained persistent. After a while, Red woke to a tightened grip, hearing the faint no's muttered under Robin's breath, sighing, holding the other firmly to his person, almost protectively, as he rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him down, "Shh… you're safe…" The sight was heartbreaking to the changeling, who watched from the side, ears pulled back. Even Slade found the sight upsetting, sighing, this was going to be a problem, that much was clear.
The mercenary headed to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and grabbing a pan, deciding a hot meal would do them all good, having noticed the stove was gas burning when they'd been exploring earlier, lighting a match.
Slade cooked a few cans of chicken noodle soup, water not working, so he was forced to use a bottle, figuring it was fine on occasion, especially if it was for a good meal, or whatever you'd call this.
"Tell me when he's awake." Slade said, putting the stove to low flame to keep the food warm.
The bird slept another twenty minutes before waking up, sighing as he nuzzled his head into Red's chest,
Inhaling, before freezing, looking up, startling slightly, though not having the strength to move too much too suddenly, in the end just settling back against the thief's chest, sighing.
"Ready to eat then." Slade said, moving to prepare some meals, soon returning with two, then four, bowls, Red helping Robin sit up, doing him a favor and placing a pillow on his lap to hide his obvious situation, seeing him sway slightly, so pale the thief half thought he was dead, having to help him stay up right, Beast Boy feeding him, Robin seeming disoriented to say the least. The bird's vision was blurred, seemingly on the verge of sleep again, tears persistently sliding down his face, he looked awful, and just seemed to keep getting worse each time he woke up. The hot meal seemed to help somewhat, at least helping stop the shiver, helping warm the damaged form. Red helped the younger man lay down again when he'd finished the bowl, the bird asleep again within moments. The mercenary walked over to set his hand on Robin's forehead, he seemed hotter, the man moving to get a wet rag, folding it before setting it on his head to cool him.
"We'll camp here until he's feeling better, so don't do anything to draw attention, and if he wakes up screaming again, be prepared to cover his mouth, we don't want any unwanted company." Slade said before settling on the couch, lying and grabbing a book lying on the side table, getting comfortable, before starting to read the tale, which seemed to be about sailing around the world.

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