Sick Day

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Barry Allen does not take sick days.

Well... not when he's actually sick.

He'll use his sick days as an excuse to run off and do some wacky impossible case. And then come back and get yelled at.

But he never actually uses a sick day when he's sick.

Which is why he is currently passed out in his chair shaking with fever.

***** EARLIER *****

Barry woke up feeling horrible.

Worse than he'd felt in a long time.

But did Barry take time to think that 'Oh! I must be sick. I should call in sick so I don't accidentally get others sick and so I can get better!'? Nope. He did not.

Instead, Barry groaned and got out of bed, feeling dizzy the moment he sat up. He wanted to vomit, but he held it back.

Barry trudged to the bathroom and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He popped some ibuprofen into his mouth and finished getting ready at a much slower pace than normal.

He glanced at the microwave clock and cursed.

"Crap I'm late!" He yelled.

Correction: Tried to yell. It came out as a croak.

But did Barry think that this was yet another indicator to call in sick? Nah.

He rushed out the door and hailed a cab. He was already late and he really didn't feel like running when he felt like his lung was going to explode.

"CCPD precinct one," Barry croaked to the driver. (I think that's what it's called. IDK.)

The driver raised an eyebrow at him, but drove off anyway.

Barry handed him a wad of cash.

"Take care sonny," the driver said.

Barry just nodded and smiled.

He raced into the precinct, ignoring how dizzy and nauseous he felt. He was really starting to wish he had stayed in bed and texted Joe that he was sick.

Not that Joe would've believed him.

So Barry dragged himself to the elevator and instantly regretted it when the doors closed. The elevator moved upward and Barry gripped the railing.

'Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.' was the only thing running through his head as he tried not to hurl in the lift. (Dang I watch to much TV with brits in it. I've even started saying "Bollocks" at home and mum and dad are like- "wut?")

The elevator stopped and Barry steadied himself just in time for the doors to open. He stumbled out and made for the stairs.

"Allen!" The Captain's familiar voice called.

'Crap' Barry thought.

He made his way over to the Captain, head down.

Singh didn't really look at Barry as he handed his some files and told him to stop being late, so he missed the pale pigment and dark circles and the overall look of 'sick' written on Barry's face.

Barry, of course, just thanked whatever deities  were out there for helping him not get caught. Of course we- I MEAN THEY- were probably laughing at the fact that he was going to soon wish someone had sent him home the minute he stepped foot in the building.

Barry slumped at his desk and stared blearily at the papers in front of him. The words all blurred together and it was making Barry's head pound.

Barry rubbed his temples and screwed his eyes shut. He was really starting to regret not staying home. But nonetheless, he trudged on, slowly picking through his files.

He came to one that needed some tests done, so he unhappily dragged himself to the chemical racks.

As soon as Barry got a wiff the chemical he was using, he grabbed the trash can and hurled.

And it was painful.

The vomit scratched at his dry throat, and caused Barry to start throwing up blood. Tears ran down Barry's cheeks as he tried to stop.

After throwing up the little food he ate and then probably an unhealthy amount of stomach acid, he laid his head down and promptly passed out.

Now we are at where we started. With Barry passed out and shaking with fever.

***** LINE BREAK *****

Singh glanced at his watch and sighed.

It had been just over half the day and Allen still had not brought him any finished cases. Yes he had been late, but he still normally would have finished at least one by now. And he hadn't come to take his lunch break.

Five more minutes passed, and when no Allen showed up, Singh huffed and made his way upstairs.

Singh marched into Barry's lab.

"Allen I really expected-"

Singh stopped short.

Barry was slumped over his desk, not moving. Singh walked over and noticed the trash can that Barry had used as a puke bag.

Singh placed a hand in Barry's forehead and pulled back quickly.

"Stupid kid," Singh muttered, "You're supposed to stay home when you get sick."

Singh gently shook Barry's shoulder, "Allen, wake up. Wake up kid."

Barry groaned and let out a small whimper. Singh felt his heart go out for the boy.

"Come on Allen, you gotta get home."

Barry finally opened his eyes, and Singh immediately noticed that they were glazed with fever.

"Dad?" Barry whispered.

Singh bit his lip for two reasons. One, cause Barry's voice sounded like he swallowed sandpaper. Two, he was delusional.

"Dad I don't feel good," Barry whimpered.

Singh rubbed Barry's back, "I know Barry. I'm gonna get you home alright?"

Barry nodded, his eyes slipping closed.

"No no, you've gotta keep your eyes open.  I need your help getting you downstairs."

Barry nodded again, peeling his eyes back open. Singh helped him up, supporting most of his weight seeing as the kid nearly fell over.

Upon leading him out of his lab, Barry covered his eyes.

"It's too bright," he mumbled.

"I know Barry, I know." Singh said softly. "Just hang in there buddy."

Singh looked at the stairs.in disdain and carefully set Barry down.

"I'll be right back." He said, then jogged down. It was lunch time, so the bullpen was pretty quiet. "Bree," Singh said to the receptionist.

She looked up and Singh gestured for her to follow.

"Oh my goodness," she said when she saw Barry, slumped on the stairs looking like death warned over.

"I need help getting him home." Singh said.

"You're taking him back to his apartment?" Bree asked, helping the captain carry Barry down the stairs.

"Yes?"

"But he'll be all alone." Bree frowned, "Sir may I take Barry to my house? He really shouldn't be alone."

"I think that's a good idea," the captain agreed, "you wouldn't mind taking care of him the rest of the day, would you?"

"I'd be happy to."

"Mom," Barry groaned, "are we home yet?"

Bree glanced at Singh with sad eyes, "almost sweetheart. Almost."

Putting Barry into the back of the car with Bree, Singh started driving. Almost immediately Barry turned green.

"Pull over." Bree said.

Barry launched out and started heaving. Bree crouched next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. She frowned, concerned about the blood that tinted the stomach acid.

"Deep breaths Barry, deep breaths." She instructed.

"It hurts mom," he cried.

"I know honey," she said, "but we're almost home, and then you can sleep and get medicine. You think you're ready to get back in the car?"

Barry nodded. They got in the back and Singh passed Barry a bag.

Thankfully, they made it to Bree's house without Barry throwing up again.

Singh helped get Barry onto the couch and shook his head.

"For such a smart kid he sure it stupid," he said.

Bre giggled, "hopefully he'll learn from this and just stay home next time."

Singh sighed, "hopefully." He looked at Bree, "Take care if him."

Bree saluted, "yes sir."

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A/N- Yay! Another chapter. I was looking through all my half started/waiting to be started one shots and came across this one. Figured today would be a good day to finish it.

Hope y'all liked it. Thank you for being so patient with me. Have a great week!

Love y'all! :)