(Copied a bit [a lot] from my HalBarry chat because right now, I am lazy as Hell and all I want is a sick-Dick-Grayson chat. Enjoy and take care!!)

Normally, sleeping was fine and easy. They had dinner, got ready for bed, argued over who was big spoon, and went to sleep. That simple. Sometimes, it was harder. But usually, everything went well.

Not tonight, though. The first thing that told him something was wrong was when Dick came home from work, he was caught off guard by the speedster running up at Flash-speed and hugging him, which he was usually ready for. Wally simply shrugged it off as the officer being tired.

Then during dinner, Dick was pretty much completely quiet. Dick in general wasn’t a very talkative person, in the grand scheme of things, unless you got him talking. But it was still somewhat concerning. Again, maybe he was just tired.

But once they got in bed, and Dick slept practically on the edge of the bed, he thought that maybe something was wrong. Of course, maybe the bat vigilante simply just didn’t want to be touched, so he ignored the nagging feeling again.

But then, in the middle of the night, when he woke up to a noise of discomfort (and was that wheezing?), and sat up to turn and look at his boyfriend, that’s when he realized something was wrong. He had all of the covers pulled up to his chin, tucked up tightly. And at first glance, Dick probably looked like he was fine. But this was his boyfriend. He knew the young, raven-haired man better than anyone else.

“Dick? Are you okay?”