Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own it. All I have is myself, a bag of pot, and world domination plans. Wait- that's Slade's line. Alrighty!
The chapters in this are short, but they'll be up very quickly. I promise! This does have blood, so if you have a vivid imagination and a queasy stomach, this may not be for you. And so, enjoy.
-One Memory-
I never wanted to work in a hospital.
Never wanted to be in one.
I didn't want to be there, seeing people dying, unable to live life one sweet breath longer.
Dying of something the Titans could have stopped.
I didn't want to be unable to do anything to stop it.
So why the hell am I here?
"Give me a 100 cc's of…" I handed the doctor the needle, not even bothering to look for it. My eyes were on the kid in the bed. Her large, trusting eyes were filled with pain, their gaze focused on anything but the people bending over her, trying to save her life. She flinched violently as the hypodermic needle slid into her arm, her eyes meeting mine.
Blood dripped from every inch of Starfire's skin, pooling on the ground below her. The stone shards embedded in her flesh stuck out like spikes, testimony to the agony she was going through. She couldn't even move, but her voice still came out, trusting, as always.
"Robin? Everything will be… all right?" Robin nodded, head bowed over her body cradled in his arms.
"Of course it will, Star." We all knew it was a lie.
"Rae! Raven…" I came back to reality with a start. The other nurse was looking at me strangely.
"You zone out or something?" She blinked, looking back at the kid on the crisp white sheets.
"Yeah…"
I didn't know what was happening. Ten years since…that… and I hadn't thought of any of them since.
I didn't think, but I had nightmares.
-To Be Continued-