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Things seem to come in pairs.

A few days ago, Kon got bad bad hair. That's one half of the pair. And today, the other shoe dropped.

It all started off feeling rather tired when he woke up, and it just went... on. And worse. And now he feels like crap. Enough crap that he has to wonder if he could actually be sick... but that's impossible, right? No, it must be something else.

Too bad he can't think of that something else as he sits slumped in a booth. He'd really like to know what this is.

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And who else to find the sick Kon than Tim? After all, he had been discovered by the other boy when he had been ill himself. Which, of course, wasn't something he wanted to repeat again. It was a good thing he rarely got sick.

So he slipped into the seat across from Kon as usual, but he actually looked concerned. Kon looked...worn out.

"Hey, are you all right?" He asked softly.

"Huh?" Hmm, maybe Kon's a wee bit out of it, as he actually hadn't noticed Tim approaching. But despite he feels so funky, he manages a smile for the other boy. "Yeah," He tries to assure Tim, but the fact his voice is all shades of hoarse really betrays that.

Tim blinked upon hearing the state of Kon's voice. Well...that was new. Perhaps he was...ill? Sure, there was no record of Superman being ill naturally, but...Kon was half-human, right? Besides, Bart had become sick although it had been said that speedsters did not get sick.

"You don't sound like it," he said with a frown as he reached out and pressed a hand to the other boy's forehead.

Kon would probably normally protest at least a little, but somehow he can't muster the energy for it. So he just closes his eyes when Tim feels his forehead. "Oh."

His forehead most likely feels pretty hot.

...Okay, Kon had a fever. This was a first. Or at least, the first that Tim knew of. And judging from how Kon was acting, he hadn't expected this, either. It was very strange, he had to admit.

"Kon, you have a fever," he told the other boy as he pulled back his hand.

....it was the hair, wasn't it? The -hair- had done this to him. "But I don't get sick," Kon says, his brow furrowing. "That just doesn't happen."

"Well, your current condition proves otherwise," Tim said in a matter-of-a-fact tone of voice as he sat back, clearly thoughtful about this situation. Would regular medicine have any effect on him...?

Great. Just great. "But I don't -want- to be sick," Kon finally says after a moment, trying real hard not to sound bratty about it.

"People hardly ever get sick because they want to, Kon," Tim pointed out. "I was sick, and I hated it. But it happens. Apparently to you, too."

It wasn't supposed to. It hadn't happened once in his whole two years. Well, yeah, there had been the time where his body had been sort of turning to crap... but you know what? He sort of referred to that less as an 'illness' and more 'his body attempting to unzip itself from the inside out'.

"This sucks," He grumps, slumping.

Well, at least Tim knew that much. He couldn't help but smile warily at that comment.

"I'll go get some ice from the bar and some medicine. I don't know if it'll work, but we can try," he said as he stood up to go retrieve those things.

He returned shortly after with an ice pack and a few cold medicine pills with water.

Kon really shouldn't, but it feels like an effort -not- to lay his head down right now. So while he waits for Tim come back, he pillows it with his arms on the table.

"What's the ice for?" Kon mumbles when he hears Tim come back, not sitting up. He feels like he should know, but... his brain isn't quite working correctly right now, so.

"To help with your fever. Here, put it on your forehead," Tim explained as he handed Kon the ice pack. "And take these. Don't know if they'll work, but I figure it's worth a try," he said as he passed the cold medicine to Kon.

"Kay." Kon takes the pills, making a face when his throat protests. Water shouldn't make it hurt like that, should it?

He felt like a wimp by being bugged by it, especially when he could take fights with villains, but really... there was a difference between pain you knew was gonna happen, and pain caused by god knows what bug.

"You know what this means, don't you?" He asks, forgetting about the ice pack part of the equation.

"What?" Tim asked in kind as he put the ice pack onto Kon's forehead himself. He hadn't brought it to the boy for no reason, after all.

Kon offers a faint smile in return for that. He was glad that if he had to be sick, at least Tim had found him... he knew the other boy would take care of him. "It means Aunt Martha is gonna have a chance to use some of those 'cure all' concoctions that woman are supposed to know about." He makes a face. "I bet they taste bad."

Oh, Tim had no doubt about that. Dana had tried that on him when he had been sick as well. He kind of felt bad for Kon. Well, not that he didn't feel bad for the other boy to begin with.

"Well, we can only hope they work."

"Should. She never does anything halfway..." Kon trails off as a very new sensation hits him. One that's not pleasant at all. He's never had it before in his life, so he's not sure what it is, but it feels very much like his stomach wants to introduce him to things. "Um," He says, turning a little green.

"Bathroom. Now," Tim said as he pointed in the direction of the said location.

...yeah, Kon's not going to argue with that. He departs quickly, and since we're not going to go into the details of what happens there, comes back about five or so minutes later.

"That is -so- not natural," He says weakly, flopping down next to Tim.

"Welcome to the human realm," Tim said a bit dryly as he petted Kon's hair soothingly. He hated seeing him sick, just as he himself hated being sick.

Kon hadn't really imagined how much this kind of thing -sucked- before. How did people deal with it? Especially those who got sick a lot... sweet jeezus.

"Nice introduction," He says, leaning his head against Tim's shoulder and closing his eyes for a moment.

Tim took the ice pack to place it on Kon's forehead once again. "Well, we have to take the good with the bad," Tim said as he stroked Kon's hair once again.

That was comforting. Not physically, that probably wasn't possible right now, but emotionally... which was just as good. "Hafta wonder why this happened -now-, though." Because, really, it is something to think about. "I mean, I went two whole years without it..."

"I don't think a virus strikes on schedule or anything, Kon," Tims told the other boy with a faint chuckle. "And if it's been two years...well, it's due time, isn't it?"

Kon didn't know. He had a funny feeling about this. "But Superman never gets sick," Kon points out. "So why did I?"

"Because you have human genes," Tim pointed out in turn. "It would only make sense that you would be prone to sickness."

"Oh." Yeah, Kon kind of haven't thought of that. Give him a break, his brain isn't working right. "So I'm just... -better- at avoiding it?"

"Probably, thanks to your Kryptonian genes." He wasn't sure which was better -- getting used to being sick or only being sick once in a while.

Kon would prefer the 'never getting sick at all' route, but apparently that's not going to happen, so just getting once in awhile was fine by him. "So all I gotta do is wonder -what- I have."

"Probably some kind of virus." He figured it was nothing serious, or at least from what he'd seen so far, that's what he deducted. "You should probably get some bed rest, you know."

"Yeah." Except now he knew how Tim had felt the time -he- was sick. Yeah, he could go home, but it felt like sitting here with Tim was a lot more comforting than an empty bed. "Just a -little- longer?"

Tim tried to resist, to tell Kon to go back to Smallville so that Martha could make him some miracle-medicine. But he just didn't have the heart to say no to that request. Sighing, he continued to stroke the other boy's hair.

"All right. Just a little longer."

"Thanks," Kon says, closing his eyes again. After a moment, he smiles faintly. "'Least that mess is gone. Wouldn't want that on my head -and- being sick."

"I don't think you'd care much about the hair when you're sick. It's not like anyone's really going to see it when you're resting in bed," Tim said with a chuckle and shake of his head.

"Yeah, but -I'd- know it was there." Maybe it made Kon shallow, but he could rest easier when he knew he didn't look like he'd stolen an unfortunate wig.

"You might be too busy worshipping the porcelain gods to even be thinking about that," Tim said with a stroke of Kon's hair. Not that he wished that upon the other boy, but it was just a thought.

Kon makes a face. "Don't even -say- that." It was like... cursing him or something.

"It's just a possibility," Tim said with a brief laugh. "But since you don't have the hair anymore, it's not plausible."

It was quite possible he'd still be throwing up a lot, though. "Oh man," Kon says, as he suddenly realizes. "I so have a test tomorrow, too."

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