"Your fever is high again..." Dick pulls away his palm from your burning forehead, replacing it with a cold towel.

He doesn't know how he turned out to be the acrobat and stronger twin while you are the one who has trouble with living without meds.

"Rest more, it's necessary for you." He says while he knows resting won't make you feel better nor healthier, yet he can't stop trying, trying to find you a cure, to create one. Anything to save his twin sibling.