A/N: Jason gets the flu and his family are there to help him.
~Fluff!~

A request from:  Ram_3500 
-I hope you like it.

Jason laid there within his bed for a few moments. He couldn't breathe out of his nose, he could feel just how heavy his body felt and he really just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep but he knew that Dick would come find him and that would open a whole new can of worms. Jason tossed his blankets off of his warm body but he felt so cold. He sat up and tried to ignored the wave of nausea that hit him like a ton of bricks. 

Jason  shook his head and made it towards his bathroom to get ready for the day.
He had told Dick the night before that he would train with him but now he was highly regretting that decision. Plus, he told Alfred that he would be down for breakfast with the family but right now he felt like no eating at all. 

He splashed some cold water against his face and looked into the mirror to see that he looked like crap.

"Shit'' whispered Jason as he looked at his pale skin and blood shot eyes. He looked terrible and knew the moment he left his bedroom, his family would see him. But Jason closed his eyes tightly kept telling himself that he wasn't sick, he was just tired. Deep down he knew that he was doomed, that he was sick but he didn't want to admit it to himself.

He slowly walked down the stairs, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he froze. He was so cold but he knew that his skin was warm. 
With each step he took the more he felt dizzy and sicker but Jason wouldn't admit it. 

Jason slowly made it to the dinning room and to his luck he saw no one in there yet. He let a sigh out before moving towards his seat. He sat down with a thump because his body felt so heavy and every little think hurt and ached so badly. Jason had his mouth slightly open because his nose was so full of snot that he couldn't breathe through his nose. He could feel an itch deep within his throat with his head throbbing. He just wanted to go back to bed.

Just as Jason was about to sneeze, Dick and Bruce entered the room. 

"Mornin' Jay!" said Dick but to Jason's throbbing head it was more like he shouted it. Bruce glanced over at him for a second, not uttering a single word or what he was thinking and Jason knew that Bruce had figured it out, he was sick.

Alfred walked in with a smile upon his face but Jason noticed that when the older man's eyes landed upon him that he had figured it out as well. Alfred was the best caretaker ever and Bruce was the best detective, so Jason knew that it was only just a matter of time for them all to figure out what was up with him. 
He sat there a little too long, lost in thought to realize that the others were beginning to dig into their breakfast. Jason glanced at the food that laid before him on the dinning room table. Just looking at the food made his stomach turn and the smell of it was worst. The food wasn't the issue, he was. He was sick and it was now hitting him harshly in the face, there was no lying or covering up.
He was sick.

He slowly drank his orange juice and took the littlest bits of the eggs before his stomach protested against it. Just as he was about to excuse himself from the table, Jason broke out in a sneeze attack. He sneezed about 6 times in a row, fully telling his family that he was ill.

"Jay?" 
Jason could hear his big brother saying in a whisper. He couldn't understand why it sounded so low and quit but before booming loud.
He blinked his heavy, burning eyes a few times as everything was growing darker. He felt his body moving backwards but he didn't understand or have any control of this action. He couldn't hear anything as everything suddenly went black.

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"...ay! ...son! Jason!"

His entire body felt heavy as there was a shadow leaning over him while voices were murmuring in the background. Jason just wanted to sleep, but the voices were keeping him from being able to do that peacefully . Jason let out a small moan in frustration. He then felt a small pressure upon his forehead. He slowly opened his eyes and almost right away wanted to shut them because where ever he was, was extremely too bright for his eyes plus giving him a bigger headache.

"St-Stop t-talking so...loud" Jason whispered before breaking off into a coughing fit. He now knew that the pressure upon his forehead was a hand, it felt so warm that Jason tilted his head forward to the warmth from the hand, he was so cold.

"Jason, come on, you need to get into bed. You're burning up."

Nodding, Jason didn't even argue because of how bad he felt before Bruce moved to pick him up while reassuring Dick that he was just sick. The exhaustion and fever most of finally caught up with him, which was the reason on why Jason had suddenly collapsed during breakfast. Jason forced his eyes open for a moment seeing  Bruce's face before he felt the pull to fall back to sleep and enjoy the blanket of darkness.

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It all came a once, and Jason had no idea why due to his fever mind. He tossed the blankets off of his body as he quickly dashed into the bathroom, tossing up the toilet lid before emptying his stomach. His fever mind couldn't understand where all this vomit was coming from, he knew that he only ate a little bit of food at breakfast, so why was so much rushing up this throat, burning it as it shot out from his body.

He finally emptied his stomach to his relief, all that was happening now was his heaving with nothing but warm, wet air coming out. When he felt done and good enough he pushed himself away from the vomit filled toilet. He felt lightheaded and he didn't feel like his legs could lift him up and carry him back to his bed. So, Jason slowly made his way down to the cold tile flooring, pressing his bare back against the cold floor and sighing with a wave of relief. 

He had no idea how long he remained there or when his brothers came in his room to check on him. He couldn't open up his eyes, every single thing hurt so badly plus so heavy.

Jason could hear Dick's and Tim's voices and he could feel how concerned they were about him. He felt himself being moved and he groaned at this action, he just wanted to remain on the cold floor but someone was moving him.

"Damn them" thought Jason as he slowly opened his eyes to see who was moving him. Everything was blurry but he could make out his brother's form anywhere. It was Dick and he sighed, he was glad that Dick was hear taking care of him. He kept his eyes open as long as he could before allowing them to shut. 
He soon felt the comfort and familiarity of his bed. Jason's warm and tired body melted into the soft material of his bed. He felt the pressure of blankets now covering his body and the quite voices of his brothers. Just as Jason was falling back to sleep he felt something cold upon his forehead and he slightly smiled, it felt so good. He knew that one of them had laid a cold, wet cloth upon his burning head, trying to help him with the fever he had. 

He was slowly drifting off before he felt his bed move. He opened his eyes and slightly turned his head to see what was happening, and he saw both Dick and Tim laying in bed with him while they watched some show on his TV. Dick glanced over and saw that Jason's eyes were open. He smiled over at him and ruffled up his black hair.

"It's okay Jaybird. Get some rest, we aren't going anywhere'' said Dick and Jason nodded his head before rolling over. Just before he shut his eyes all the way he saw Bruce standing in the door way with Alfred behind him. A warmness filled his chest, for he knew that his family had his back, that they were there for him no matter what, that they truly cared about him. 

Jason just laid there and allowed the others to take care of him because he was fucking sick.