A/N: ok well, here is another messed up story by me woot! This one sort of has a plot. It IS in Robin's point of view. I know that many of you will disagree with Robins actions. If you would like to discuss it civilly with out yelling at me and the "OMG that's like so uncool he would NEVER do that" then go ahead and message me. Ok I'm done with that rant now. Hmm well I don't own it. Read and review. You know the drill.
It's not as if I blamed her for what happened. It was an accident. I know that. But I still want blame her. She didn't follow his orders and she shot you. Now you're in this awful bed hanging on for dear life.
What is she doing? Is she mourning our loss or is she going through the day as she always does, happy and hyper. When I talk to her I hear a happier tone in her voise. She says your name with glee as if she wanted you dead. I have stopped talking to her. I stopped talking to everyone. I sit on the roof, when I'm not here with you, the very same roof where we have spent many nights talking, shearing our lives. You're the only one who knows me. You know stuff I could never trust her with.
It's been quiet lately since you left us. We all stayed to our selves but I have to admit, as much as you were frustrating at times, it was your present that held us together. I heard Beast Boy and Cyborg talking last night. They're thinking of leaving, they can't stand the strain of having to save the world while in mourning. I think they are scared. They don't want to end up like you, almost dead, in a coma on life support. I know you never would want to live this way but I can't take you off. I tried contacting your mother but I can't give up the hope that you will pull through like I know you will.
I read to you from your books. You've been like this for a month now. Doctors say you won't wake up. I still have faith though. Everyone else visits on occasion but I never leave, I can't leave.
She wants me to go out with her. Like a date could solve anything. She threatens to break up with me. I don't care anymore. She never met anything to me, a friend, even as a sister, but I never loved her. I love you. I was too dumb to realize it when I could. I think you liked me back. You left me hints and I saw the looked in your eyes every time she and I kissed. It hurt you and I knew it, but I didn't care. I had the hot and naive girl. I could take advantage of her anytime I liked. I have a few times. She never understood why we had sex. It was never for love, not for me at least. It was for stress, for relief, for just plain fun. I realize it was wrong, before, during and after but I didn't care. I was happy. I found that temporary high I'm always looking for.
She dumped me the other day. Some of me feel relived; I didn't want to be with her anymore. You need me and I couldn't give that up no matter what. She told me to choose, you or her. I chose you. I chose the almost dead girl over a living person that cared for me. I must be losing it.
At last I heard it. The faint beep telling me you had moved on. I shed silent tears as I walked out the door to the room I had been so much over the past month. Thank you for showing me who I am. Thank you for making me a better person. And finally thank you for loving me, even when I didn't return your feelings. I love you. Raven….
A/N: Again I beg you not to just yell at me about Robin's actions. Please I had enough of that crap with another of my stories. Flame all you want, but please don't yell about Robin.
Ok about the point of view for those of you confused. He is in her hospital room. He is thinking/talking to Raven in the coma.