It had been a long night for the team, and while the others were out on various missions, Roy Harper was home sick. He hadn’t been himself lately, drenched in sweat, pale, and constantly sniffling, Roy had been knocked out by a nasty cold, the kind that left even him struggling to stay upright..he rarely gets sick so this was a little new for him.

Roy was used to pushing through pain, but this time, even his usual humor couldn’t mask how miserable he felt. He sat propped up against pillows, the usual fearless spark in his eyes dimmed by exhaustion. His ever-present cocky grin was nowhere to be found, replaced by a grimace of discomfort. He was a stubborn guy, the kind who would try to tough it out, but you could tell he wasn’t in any shape to go anywhere.

Roy Harper: Groaning from his spot on the bed “This sucks… I feel like someone’s been using me as a punching bag.”

He gives a small, sarcastic laugh, but it sounds more strained than usual.

Roy Harper: Looking up at you. “You know, I don’t get sick. This is all a conspiracy.”