Chapter 7- Infirmary

Roy's P.O.V.

I woke up to a dark room. I could fell an I.V. in my arm. I sat up and tried to take the I.V. out.

"Don't," a voice said that I assumed was Wally. I looked around; Wally and Robin were sitting next to the bed I was on. They both looked completely better.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"Your temperature spiked," Robin replied. Wally got up and pushed me down and I realized they were in their suits.

"Why are wearing your suit?" I asked Wally.

"We are going on patrol in a couple of hours," he replied.

"So where's my stuff?" I asked.

"What do you need it for?" Rob asked.

"We are going on patrol," I said.

"We are, you're not," Wally said.

"Come on, I'm feeling better," I complained.

"Yeah sure you are, but you're still not allowed to go," Wally replied loudly. My head started to spin. I grabbed my head, trying to relieve the pressure. Wally grabbed the flashlight that Canary used last night to check my eyes. I clenched my eyes shut. Then I turned the other way, so I wasn't facing Wally.

"Let me check your eyes." Wally said pleadingly.

"No I'm fine, just let me be," I mumbled.

"Come on, I know you still have a concussion. Just let me check it out," Wally begged.

"I know that I still have a concussion," I snapped. "Just leave me alone, go away."

Robin's P.O.V.

"Fine," I said, "but go to sleep if you are not going to let Wally check you out."
Wally walked over to me and whispered, "Why don't you give it a try." With that I got up, grabbed the flashlight, and walked over to Roy. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Roy I know you're not asleep. Please let me check. I'll be quick." Roy rolled over on his back and opened his eyes. It took me 5 seconds to confirm he still had a concussion, but it's going away. Sleep does wondrous things apparently. I looked back at Roy as he drifted off to sleep.

Roy's P.O.V.

I woke up with only a slight headache, but I felt perfectly fine in other words. I sat up and I was still in the infirmary. That stupid I.V. was in my arm still, so I pulled it out.

"Really Roy," a voice said. I turned my head to find Oliver sitting next to me. He gave me a weird look.

"What?" I asked. "It was bugging me and I feel better, just a slight headache."

"Yeah, that is to be expected with a concussion. You will be better tomorrow." I groaned.

"Let's take your temperature, then you can go to sleep." He handed me a thermometer, and I stuck it in my mouth. It beeped a moment later. I took it out and handed it to Ollie. "98.6, you're back to normal, but get some sleep." I lay down and went to sleep. I slept the rest of the day and when I woke up the next morning, I felt perfectly fine.

"Finally, I get to go on patrol, with my luck there will be no one to fight." I mumbled to myself.

The End