THIS WAS BASED ON AN IDEA JILL WANTED ME TO USE. I'M NOT SURE WHEN YOUR B-DAY IS, BUT CONSIDER THIS YOUR B-DAY PRESENT.

ALSO, BASICALLY THIS STORY IS UP IN THE AIR. ANYBODY CAN SUGGEST WHERE THEY WANT IT TO GO OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. SO HAVE FUN. THIS STORY IS FOR ALL FLASH FANS.

Flash clutched his chest. The room was spinning and his vision was growing darker. His breathing was becoming harsh and ragged. He had these pains before, but never at this magnitude or amount in one week. He dropped to his knees

"…help…" The pain was now increasing past the point of intolerability.

"…please…somebody…" He pitched forward and was caught by the passing Batman, who had been walking through the hallway when Flash had fallen.

" Wally?" Flash groaned,

" Bruce?…Help…" Batman shifted Flash's weight, placing on arm under his neck and the other under his knees, he picked up the younger man and carried him to the infirmary.

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" What's wrong with him?" Superman asked anxiously, watching J'onn as he turned on a computer monitor,

" A disease. But it is unlike any I have ever seen." Batman cocked his head,

" And it has only just started to affect him?"

" No. By the looks of it, it seems that this has been manifesting in his body for nearly ten years." John tapped the screen, smudging a section of it,

" So when he got his powers it was subdued?" J'onn shook his head again,

" He had his powers before he was affected." Diana stood up from her place next to Flash's bedside and walked over to the men angrily,

" You still have yet to explain how we can cure him!" She shouted at them.

" Because," J'onn started tonelessly, " There is no cure." Five heads snapped up to look at the Martian,

" What?"

" It has been woven into his central nervous system. He was already beyond help twenty four hours after he was infected."

" That is not acceptable!" John shouted in despair and anger. Diana was wiping at a few stray tears, while Bruce was rapidly typing something on the computer.

" How did this happen?" Hawkgirl asked. The human members of the League all shrugged,

" I…can help you…there." Flash muttered through clenched teeth. John walked back over and helped him to sit up on the bed,

" Wally, we—"

" Don't…start, I …kn…ew that this would happen sooner or later." He arched his back, hissing in pain.

" What did this to you?"

" Back in '94…when I was thirteen…as…Flash…Uncle Barry…meteor." He collapsed against John, his face pale and sweaty. J'onn took the tid-bits Flash had reveled and typed them into the computer,

" I think I have found something. Back in 1994, a meteor was coming towards Earth and it would have destroyed the city of Keystone if Flash hadn't stopped it. However, according to later science reports, the meteor's material was highly radioactive. All of the scientists associated with the project have died within the last two years."

" Are you saying that Flash has been suffering from radiation poisoning for ten years?"

" It probably did not become painful until the last few months."

" So he knew?" J'onn clicked another two keys,

" This information was accessed twice. Both with Flash's id number." John raised an eyebrow at Batman, who was typing non-stop on his monitor,

" What the hell are you doing?"

" The dimensional portal. If I can get it to register time instead of realities, Wally may have a chance."

" And if you can't?" His only response was the sound of furious typing.

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