Tossing and turning, Wally West's body tangled itself up in his sheets quite thoroughly. Small, frustrated cries slipped out with each consecutive turn. Every so often the cries would take the form of incoherent utterances, but nothing was loud enough to alert his team to his distress.

He continued to thrash around in discomfort, kicking his legs in an unconscious effort to free them from their captor, but still no one came.

His kicking did eventually pay off as his legs managed to untangle themselves, but his body paid for it when he rolled one segment too far and fell to the floor with a loud blang.

Miraculously, he still didn't wake up, however someone else did. The door to his room was pushed open by a tall blond.

"Wally?" he asked concernedly when he saw the younger hero on the floor. He flipped on the light and shook Wally by his shoulders, saying his name again. "Wally, wake up."

Green eyes snapped open, and he gasped in both surprise and relief. It took a second before his eyes adjusted to the light, and for him to catch the breath he didn't know he'd lost. Still in a daze from being woken up, he squinted at his savior and spoke in a shaky voice, "Uncle Barry? What are you doing here? And why am I on the floor?"

"You're at home, Wally. And I was wondering the same thing, but given the circumstances, I'm gonna have to go with: you fell out of bed."

Wally frowned slightly at this. He was fifteen. He wasn't supposed to fall out of bed. "Oh…" was the only reply he could come up with at the moment.

"Come on," Barry said, walking over to his young nephew. "Let's get you back into bed."

He reached down and grabbed his arm to help him up, but became worried when he felt how clammy his skin was. Still, he pulled the boy into a standing position and smiled.

Wally didn't put much effort into standing, and instead let the bulk of his weight be carried by his uncle.

"Why's everything all spinny?" Wally mumbled after the sudden movement.

"Spinny?" Barry questioned before Wally leaned heavily against him. "Are you okay, Wally?"

The boy shook his head. "No, I feel like I'm gonna be sick." Using his super-speed he ran to the bathroom and rejected his dinner from earlier that night.

Barry appeared behind him a second later, rubbing his bath soothingly.

"Ugh…I think I ate something bad…"

"Nice try, buddy. Try the flu. You're burning up," the older hero confirmed after checking his temperature.

"I guess that works, too…" Wally leaned back against the wall and yawned.

"You are officially confined to your bed. Come on."

"Naw, that's okay. I think I'll just stay here."

"Nope. Let's go. Up."

An idea entered Wally's fever driven brain. "Carry me?" he grinned up at his mentor.

"Hah! That's cute, but no."

"Please?" he pleaded. "I'll just stay here otherwise. I'm lazy, remember?"

Barry sighed. "Okay, fine." He grabbed him by the back of his shirt and tossed him over his shoulder, before making a quick dash to Wally's bedroom. "There," he said a split-second later when he dropped him on the covers.

"Ooooh…Are you nuts? What made you think super-speed was the way to go?"

"Whoops?" he shrugged. He zipped off, "I brought you some NyQuil and a glass of water. Drink up."

"That's okay, I'll just suffer though it, thanks."

"Not in this house, you won't. You need to take something, and you're probably already dehydrated." He handed him a small cup of medicine and didn't need to force the water on him.

"Eeeyuck! That stuff tastes horrible." He flopped back against his pillow with a tired sigh.

"Okay Kid, why don't you try to get back to sleep now."

"Can't say I'm completely against that idea," Wally agreed as he pulled the covers up and settled in, closing his eyes in the process.

Barry smiled and turned out the light, but made sure to speed back to the bedside and kiss his red haired nephew on his warm forehead. "Good night, Wally. Get well soon."

"Good night," Wally slurred sleepily. "Love you…zzz…"

A smile crept onto Barry's face. "I love you too, Kid."