Disclaimer: Teen Titans does not belong to me.
A/N: Eh, I was bored. It was supposed to be a BB-centric angst, but then the pairing crossed my mind. Oh well, I digress. Or, uh, the fic did...
His arm hurts, but the painkillers are too far away. Beast Boy closes his eyes and lets it hurt, absentmindedly planning revenge on Control Freak.
That guy is going to pay for breaking his arm. His pride, too; the guys are never going to let him live it down having his arm broken by a cardboard cut-out. That's okay. He can ignore them.
Probably. Maybe. Probably maybe not. But he's used to it and it doesn't hurt (anymore).
...Oh God, he hates being in pain. It makes him so depressed.
He sighs and stares at the bright, neon yellow cast. Beast Boy remembers Cyborg making love to him right there in the hospital after he'd found out Beast Boy had picked it because it was Cyborg's favourite colour, and replays every post coital whispered 'I love you' in his head until he finally falls asleep.