Two Months after Trouble in Tokyo

Raven gently floated robin onto the medic bed. A deep gash slashed into his right leg caused him to quickly begin to bleed out. Michayl the new Titan Doctor pressed a clean cloth onto the deep gash. "Is he going to be able to walk?" Starfire asked as the titans surrounded robin. Yet gave Michayl space to work.
"If he doesn't bleed out first." Michayl responded quickly. The blood soaked through so he added another layer. It required ten layers of cloths to stop the bleeding. He carefully removed the Cloth pieces and began sewing his leg. "Robin, listen. It is sewed and stitching are in. You're going to have to stay in bed though." He said, attempting to keep him calm.
"But Serpent is still out there!" Robin yelled out as he tried to get up. Only to be forcefully pushed back down by Michayl.
"NO!" Michayl yelled back. He turned around to his computer and entered Robin in, his injury, time of healing and an unmarked spot when he gets out. "You will lay here until it heals fully. If you tear it open more it could severe the artery. You were lucky it wasn't cut at all." Michayl said, sighing heavily as the rest of the Titans left the room.

Robin laid in the dark, he seemed asleep. The sound of fingers hitting keyboard keys was echoing in the Med bay. "Will I walk again?" Robin asked, eyes still shut.
"The injury went to the bone. With Raven's and my own magic healing plus medicine and stitches... Yes, most likely." Michayl responded, not looking away from the computer screen. Robin sighed heavily. And again, and again until Michayl spun around in his chair, looking straight at him. "Yes?" Michayl asks, knowing something is wrong.
"Serpent said something. It really got to me." Robin said longingly.
"What did the villan say?" Michayl asked, now interested that something got to Robin.
"After he beat me and Star to a pulp he said that the love between us was a weakness. That sooner or later, one of us will die in battle. And the other will break." Robin said
"Well. It could be. But remember, the romance between you two is strong. That makes you two very much stronger then how the weakness makes you weaker." Michayl responded carefully, careful not to upset or sadden Robin more than he already is.
"But, I messed up. My leg, I got injured. That doesn't happen to me!" Robin groaned.
"Even Batman messes up sometimes. Injuries are part of the job." Michayl said confidently.

Three days passed and Robin left the Med bay. Michayl looks in the mirror, he wore a loose blue OP V-neck shirt with black jeans and black combat boots. Over the shirt he wore a long stitched together white lab coat. His hair was black and shaggy. His eyes were bright golden and half open as though he hadn't slept in days. The door to the Med Bay slid open as Beast Boy walks in, he groans loudly and flops onto the bed. "Robin wants me to clean my room but i'm too SIIICK!" He groans even louder.
"This is the thirty eighth time you reported illness to excuse yourself of your duties." Michayl says, smirking lightly.
"But i'm actually sick now." Beast Boy argues.
"If you have a fever, i'll give you a Doctor's note that will excuse you of a Month of work. If you don't have one... You do all of Robin's chores too." Michayl negotiated as he put a thermostat inside Beast Boy's mouth, now he was struggling to leave. Michayl would not allow it. "No, you may truly be sick..." He said sarcastically as he removed the thermostat and saw no fever. Michayl shakes his head and makes a tsk tsk tsk noise which causes Beast Boy to leave with his shoulders hunched.

Michayl sat in his chair and opened a desk drawer. He took out a box and key. He then unlocked it and took out a peice of old paper and attempted to read the strange letter. He looked unsatisfied, annoyed. The door slid open again and he quickly folded it up, put it away, and locked it. He turned around to be greeted by a sluggish looking alien food presented by Starfire.
"Taste?" She said, moving it closer to his face.
"Why not..." He said as he took the bowl into his hands as he took a large spoonful and put it in his mouth. He looked happy with it and nodded.
"Ok for dinner?" She asked quickly.
"Uhm... Maybe for you and silkie. The other's may not enjoy it as much as you and I." He responded smiling slighty. Starfire nodded and walked out of the room. By this time he was waiting for Raven and Cyborg to walk in and talk to him. As if one queue the door slid open again and Raven walked in slowly, holding a book. She handed it to Michayl,
"Can you read this language?. I've never seen it." She said with that emotionless tone and face.
"I will attempt to." Michayl responded as he took the book and opened it. He looked closer, reading closely. "Yagmarian?" He said unsure.
"If it is Starfire might know how to read it." She responded.
"If its a magic book, and it turns out to be Yagmarian use caution. Yagmarians use dark magic a lot. Uncontrollable dark magic." Michayl warned. Raven simply nodded and left. Michayl leaned back in his chair, looking out the window. Why do they come to me...? He wondered. It was as if he gave off an aura of someone people need to talk to, come to for help. He was new to the Titans. His medical, astrobiology and magic knowledge was welcomed. But it was as if people NEEDED to talk to him about problems, interests or just, random things. Well, might as well check up on Cyborg before I call it a night. He thought as he left the room and headed towards Cyborg's.

He knocked and he heard Cyborg's voice giving him clearance to enter. He walked into his room slowly and saw Cyborg sitting on the floor, looking at his robotic arms. Michayl slowly sat next to him. He peered at Cyborg, as if giving the sign to spill what he was thinking.
"Since you came, i've been wondering. Do you know any, alien technology, or medicine, or magic, even to make me... Human?" Cyborg asked inqusitvley.
Michayl sighed, knowing this was kind of a touchy subject for him. "None that I know of. But, just because you're seventy five percent machine, doesn't mean you're not human. You're human because your soul, your very spirit is human. NOTHING will ever change that, not even if you're a full robot. Your machine parts do not define you. It is you that defines you. If you truly believe you are not human, than so shall that be." Michayl said, looking towards the ground before he got up. "No amount of cogs, gear and robotics will change your soul. I'm going to go to bed." Michayl continued as he yawned.
"You sleep?" Cyborg said jokingly, causing Michayl to let out a small chuckle as he left the room.