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Steph's lying in bed, tossing and turning, and generally being blue. Literally.

Her door is open - she hasn't got the energy to get up and close it, and besides, at least she can see people passing in the corridor that way.

If she can't get up and move soon she thinks she might go mad.

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There -had- been a Dick trying to sneak into her room to surprise her ~~and investigate why she hasn't been around~~. But now there's a Dick standing there in the doorway, staring in worry. "Steph...?"

What the heck is wrong with her?

"Mm? Oh, hi, Dick." Steph tries to focus. "Don't come too close."

Dick doesn't listen, and moves closer. "What's wrong with you, Steph?"

"Blue," Steph says, her grin only a little forced. "'S gross, innit? You should've seen the wings. They were foul. 's yuk disease, Dick. Don't want you gettin' sick." She tries to wave him away, but she's too floppy and weak to do much.

"-Wings-?" What the hell? Dick still ignores her advice completely, and jumps up to kneel on the edge of her bed. "I don't care, Steph. I'm going to take care of you now. You can't be alone."

"Di-ick." She glares feebly. "'s contagious. 'N can't be healed yet. 'N fox lady says 's fatal. So, go away. Healers came'n saw me, anyway."

"-Fatal-?" Can she even die again? Don't do this to him... He grabs her hand. "Are you dying?"

"Don't know if I can." She shrugs. She's just a wee bit freaked out herself. "Hope not. Lemme go, if I get you sick I'll never forgive myself."

The only thing worse than dying of some bizarre shapechanging disease would be infecting other people with it. Especially the only family she's got.

"I won't get sick," Dick says, even though he doesn't know if that's true. "Now, let me take care of you. Or I'll get Alfred."

He'll manage it somehow, damnit.

"Don't be silly." She continues to glare. "Best healers in bar've seen me. Alfred's got no experience with magic flu. 'm just gonna lie here 'n sleep it off."

Magic flu. That sounded less fatal. "Okay. Go to sleep. I'll be right here."

"Di-ick. If you catch deadly magic flu off me, Tim will kill me. And I can't sleep with you watching me, anyway."

He's probably not going to go away, is he. Steph scowls, but she's glad of the company.

"Okay. Tell me something funny, if you're going to hang around."

"Hmm." Dick pauses and tries to ponder this. It's hard when he has most attention dedicated to worrying about her. "I could tell you embarassing things about Tim. Or Roy."

"Tim," Steph says. "Tell me embarrassing stories about Tim. He never opens up with stuff like that."

"He's worn my old Robin suit," Dick says.

Steph would laugh, if she had the energy. "You're kidding! He doesn't have the legs for it. When? Why?"

"He did back then. Even had them all bare. It was when he was trying to convince Batman to take him." Dick has to smile at the memory. "Saved our butts, too."

Steph laughs. "That's very Tim, isn't it? He would. Why did you need saving?"

"Wanna hear the whole story? It's not all crack and giggles." Dick smiles at her. "But I can tell it."

"Sure. That'd be good." Steph coughs, and shifts restlessly. "I might fall asleep while you're telling, though. Don't be angry if I do. I'm all ... I feel so weird."

Weird meaning horrible, awful, can't remember feeling worse, this bloody sucks, ouch ouch ouch! But Steph's Not Whinging to Dick. Dick doesn't need to worry about her any more than he already clearly is.

Dick moves up on the bed so he's sitting next to her, rather than in front of her, and doesn't hesitate to pet her hair. He's not going to worry about getting sick right now.

"Well, once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tim Drake."

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