35Warnings - Possible character death, fluff
Sick Forever?
After a week they had to go back to the doctor, Robin's symptoms only getting worse, antibiotics not working, now forcing the leader to the clinic for a second time, who whined as he was forced out of bed, yawning as he was herded to the car.
He soon slept in a hospital bed, being given iv antibiotics, not caring at the moment were he was, wanting, no, needing sleep, not having thought fatigue was capable of such overwhelming levels. His friends were told they could go home, the hospital would take care of him, they would contact them if there was any improvement, all hoping he'd improve opposed to the alternative.
He lie sleeping for a long while, waking as he heard voices, eyes half lidded as he scanned the room, noting two figures talking, knowing neither, groaning quietly to himself.
"Robin?" One of the voices asked, receiving a yawn in response, boy rubbing his masked eyes with a hand. "Thank you, doctor." The unknown other said to the one with the white coat, who nodded with a smile before leaving the pair alone.
"Slade…?" He recognized the voice, breathing out the words, though breath so weak in its arrival it was barely audible, man hearing despite.
"Yes, my little bird." He said, tone gentle as it met his ears, feeling like satin holding him in a soft embrace.
"Why are you-" He coughed, hand at chest immediately.
Shh… Don't talk. I came because I wanted to remind you're not allowed to die…" He whispered as to not irritate the boy's head, knowing he must have a headache. A quiet laugh left the bird.
"Not up to you…" He responded, yawning again.
"You'd think that wouldn't you… anyways, sleep, you look tired…"
"No…" He didn't want to go to sleep. He'd waited so long to catch even the slightest glimpse of the man's true face, not ever having seen it during their outside activities, always keeping their masks on, both agreeing that would be best. He felt his eyes grow heavy despite, being pulled to the sleeping realm, shaking slightly as despite his efforts, his eyes closed, falling asleep to the man's light tone.
"I'll see you when you get better…" The man stayed a bit after he'd fallen asleep, when he noticed the boy's hand was wrapped around something, tightening around it, man noticing the colors before noting the cubed game he held.
The boy stayed in the hospital for five days, five days before it ended, five days of treatment before the Titan's phone rang. Sure they'd been up there nearly twice a day since he'd arrived, but they only now got a call, the call, Starfire crying as it arrived.
They were quick to drive to the hospital, running towards his room, bursting through the doors of his room, seeing him on the bed, seeing it was true, seeing the thin boy staring back, sitting on the edge of the bedding, Star and Bea running, tackling him, nearly taking him to the floor, all laughing.
"Dude! We thought you were gonna' die!"
"Friend, Robin! We are all the glad that you are okay!" Cyborg and Raven had to pull the pair off the boy, who ran a hand through his hair, breathing out.
"Told you I'd be fine." He smiled towards his friends. "Let's go home. These beds are horrible."
"Okay, man, let's go." Robin found his legs very much asleep as he tried to walk, nearly meeting the floor, held by a layer of magic.
"Careful." Raven said, setting him standing against the wall.
"Thanks…" He held the railing, waiting for his legs to wake.
They soon arrived back at the tower, Robin immediately heading to the shower, bathing, changing his uniform and combing his raven locks, sure to get all the tangles out before stopping. They watched movies for the remainder of the day, eating pizza and chatting as though they hadn't seen each other in months. The evening only ended due to Beast Boy getting so tired his head began to lull to the side, all deciding to call it a night, heading to individual cham-
Stop. I'm sorry. I just- I wish this was the truth, I know, we all do, though it's not. I know you won't want to read it, nor do I want to write it, but I feel I must. In order to correct the falsities I've passed on to you, we must backtrack a bit.
The boy stayed in the hospital for five days, five days before it ended, five days of treatment before the Titan's phone rang. Sure they'd been up there nearly twice a day since he'd arrived,, but they only now got a call, the call, Starfire crying as it arrived.
They were quick to drive to the hospital, running towards his room, bursting through the doors of his room, seeing him on the bed, seeing it was true, seeing the thin boy staring towards the ceiling, motionless, having passed some time the night prior, unable to gain the oxygen needed by his body to function.
He didn't know how to react to the news that his bird had died, running his hands over his face with a groan. Turned out, it really wasn't up to him, if it was he'd have pulled through without any trouble. He struck a bot, simply needing to hit something to release his frustration, force causing the mechanical being to fly to the wall, exploding it an array of gears and springs, Slade not even sparing it a glance as he stared into the rubix cube he'd swiped from the hospital, finding that even his eyes appeared slick.
He'd gone to the funeral. He knew no one wanted him there, but he went anyways, staying in the back, no one recognizing him in the shadows. He managed to somehow get the boy alone for one final moment, leaning over his lightly toned coffin, kissing him for the first and the last time.
"Go home."
"No."