"Thank you." Tim carefully took a bottle of water and an ibuprofen pill from you as he sat up, drenched in sweat and his face all red and flushed from his heat.

The room was dark, mostly, with the only light being the soft glow of two night lights in the room. Tim himself was sitting in the nest he made, a breathable, thin sheet over his body and a fan keeping airflow going throughout the warm, dark and enclosed space of various fabrics.

It was miserable, and Tim didn't even have the worst heat he's heard of. Still, he was suffering through some of the worst heat cramps he's ever experienced.

But at least he had you, you'd offered to help him with the uncomfortable symptoms of cramps and migraines and nausea (oh my!) of his heat, and he was eternally grateful.

The worst of it was nigh, but he'd have you, and that was a good comfort in the back of his mind. Of course, his adoptive siblings and Bruce had checked on him throughout the experience, though some, like Damian and Jason, had showed their concern in strange ways. he distinctly remembered Damian scoffing and throwing a migraine mask at him, at least he cared.

Obviously, his adoptive family couldn't take care of him until everything passed, they had other responsibilities like patrol and work. So he had to call you when he was hit with a cramp so bad he was dizzy with pain and could barely walk without falling.