Playing Doctor

Cyborg isn't the only one who's allowed to play doctor in the tower, but Beast Boy is pretty sure Raven isn't a licensed professional.

Soooo the Teen Titans would probably hate me if I owned them lol

Beast Boy was attacked by another coughing fit as he sat helplessly in the med-bay. His throat felt like sandpaper, and even the simple task of swallowing sent him on a journey to hell. As he glanced around the nearly empty room, he felt his head spin. Lying back down on the bed, he tried to block out the harsh lighting of the room by laying his arm over his eyes, while waiting somewhat impatiently for a teammate to check on him.

Cyborg, as usual, had been appointed the team's makeshift doctor, but after giving the changeling a little bit of cough syrup and a few aspirins, he was called over to the Titans East tower, which was apparently having "technical difficulties". Though the whole team was well aware of the fact that Bumble Bee just happened to be the only one experimenting the strangely specific power-outages, and the half-robot just happened to be the only person who knew how to fix them.

But the robotic titan would never leave a sick teammate unattended, so he was bound to have put someone on watch. Beast Boy just wasn't sure who.

Starfire would have been the green teen's first pick - the alien was notorious for babying everything, and was incredibly accommodating. The only downsides were the cuisine and lullabies.

Robin would come at a close second - but only because he'd give Beast Boy what he needed and be on his way. The leader had a thing about germs, and avoided sick people like the plague. Or like they had the plague, and not just a sore throat.

But Raven would definitely be Beast Boy's last choice; like, very last choice. Like, he'd rather die.

Don't get him wrong, he cared for the empath dearly. She was a teammate; a comrade. Somebody he'd die for. But she sucked at playing doctor.

Sure, she could heal injuries, mend broken bones, and practically bring people back from the brink of death. Colds, stomach aches and sore throats, on the other hand - well, she couldn't even make soup. She was hopelessly lost when it came to curing sickness, and absolutely horrible at cheering people up. If she was the one Cyborg had left in charge, then the changeling might as well start on his will - if the scathing remarks didn't kill him, he was pretty sure anything she cooked for him would.

Hearing the doors swish open, Beast Boy peeked out from under his arm, only to let out a defeated sigh. Walking towards him, with her nose buried in a book, was none other than the half-demon herself.

"Feeling better?" she deadpanned, not even giving him a glance as she turned the page.

Beast Boy tried not to let his disappointment show as his arm flopped back over his eyes. "Yeah, actually. I'm just - " but his words were cut off by another fit of coughing, causing the changeling to sit up as he covered his mouth with one hand and reached for his medicine with the other.

Not even taking her eyes off of her novel, Raven pushed the cough syrup into her teammate's reach with her powers.

Beast Boy tried to thank her, but all he was able to do was wheeze for air as he poured himself a cap-full of the sticky blue liquid.

"Need anything?" his pale teammate asked idly, finally gracing him with her acknowledgement as she lowered her book.

Swallowing down the blue goo, the changeling shook his head. The absolute last thing he needed was, well, anything from Raven. Except maybe respect. Or for her to laugh at his jokes. Actually, he could think of a lot of things he'd like the empath to do for him, but none of them involved taking care of him. And not because he wouldn't want the attention - she was just so freaking bad at it.

"Mmm hmm," she hummed absently, giving his sickly appearance an incredulous look. Beast Boy could only imagine what he looked like - his skin was probably a pale green, his eyes were most likely red from the tears his coughing caused, and his face was undoubtedly sunken in discomfort. Like, totally attractive, in other words.

"You look terrible." Ah, yes, there was the comforting words he was hoping for. Raven continued to stare at him quizzically, as if she just realized he was actually sick.

"Thanks, Rae." The sarcasm he was hoping to convey seemed to have gotten lost in translation as he burst into another bout of coughing. Several seconds later, his breathing returned to normal, and he was able to blink away his tears as he watched Raven tilt her head in thought.

"You sound terrible, too," she mused, before leaning towards him.

Beast Boy prayed to every deity he could think of that his nose wasn't running as her face neared his. He was able to faintly smell the scent of her shampoo as her hair swished into her face, before she tucked it behind her ear. In an attempt to breathe in the sweet smell, he accidentally made an obnoxious sniffing sound, causing Raven to back off with a un-amused expression.

"Can you even breathe out of that thing?" she asked skeptically, causing Beast Boy to sniff self-consciously.

"Kinda..."

Raven rolled her eyes at his response, before leaning in once more. Beast Boy held his breath as her hand came up to his throat, and he found himself wondering if she was about to take the opportunity to kill him. After all, the cameras in the med-bay were conveniently offline at the moment, and she could always blame his death on his sickness. Robin would believe her instantly, since germs were the enemy (besides Slade, of course), and Cyborg and Starfire would be too upset to fact-check her story. Raven was an evil genius.

As the empath's hand began feeling around his neck, Beast Boy couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"Please don't kill me!" he shrieked, before coughing in pain as his throat tore itself apart. Raven quickly backed away with a disgusted look on her face as she wiped her cheek.

"Cover your mouth!" she scolded, before giving the back of her hand a look of contempt. "If I get sick because of you, I swear..."

"What?" the green teen managed to snap between coughs, "You'll raise me from the dead and kill me again?!"

Raven let out a huff of frustration as she sat down beside him on the bed. He felt an odd feeling swell in his stomach at their proximity, but tried to shake it off. After all, she was about to murder him - it'd be strange if the thought made him anything but uncomfortable.

"I wasn't trying to kill you, idiot" she deadpanned, giving him an annoyed look. "I was trying to see if your glands were swollen. Which they are, by the way."

At her confession, Beast Boy felt a bout of panic wash over him. "What does that mean? Am I dying?!"

He could see Raven suck in a breath through her teeth as she closed her eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, she stood from the bed and headed towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" he called after her, his voice hoarse and his confusion clouding his worry.

"I'll be right back," she muttered as she slipped through the door. Beast Boy listened to the swish of her cloak and the tap of her footsteps, until the noise faded to a murmur. Sighing in exasperation as he lied back down, he idly wondered if he was being a little too dramatic.

Shifting his gaze from the doorway to his bed, his eyes traced the seams of the white sheets in an attempt to alleviate his boredom. Had Robin been left to care for him, the changeling would probably have a small TV to watch.

But nope; he was stuck with Raven.

She returned a few minutes later, carrying a steaming mug of what smelt like tea - though Beast Boy's nose wasn't functioning on its highest setting at the moment. But regardless, he could smell the grassy scent mixing with honey and lemon.

"Wow, Rae - making yourself a cup of tea is totally gonna help me," he drawled sarcastically. "I'm sure my swollen glands will just cure right up!"

Raven gave him her signature glare as she neared him, tentatively blowing across the liquid. She reclaimed her seat on the edge of the shape-shifter's bed, again causing a swirl of unexplainable emotions within his stomach.

"It's for you, genius."

Beast Boy quirked his eyebrow quizzically at her reply. "Huh?"

He watched as she suppressed what he assumed to be a frustrated growl, before turning herself to face him better.

"Sit up," she demanded.

Complying immediately, the green titan propped himself up on his elbows, still regarding her skeptically. She gave him an annoyed look, before bringing the mug to his lips.

"Now drink it," she ordered, her tone nothing short of patronizing. Feeling as if his masculinity was being compromised, Beast Boy gave her the most logical response.

"No way! That stuff is nasty!"

He could tell she was on her last nerve, but he couldn't find the sense to listen to her. She was completely insane if she thought Beast Boy would willfully drink her poison.

"You've never even drank it before!" she huffed irritably, scooting closer to him as she shoved the cup in his face. "Just drink it. It'll help."

Again, logic eluded Beast Boy as he shook his head in protest, sitting up all the way and retreating towards his head-board. "No!"

"Yes!"

Raven again forced the mug towards his mouth, and, predictably, the changeling attempted to evade it by knocking it away from him, resulting in the semi-scalding liquid spilling across his chest.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem, if he had been wearing his uniform. But, as luck would have it, the shape-shifter wasn't too fond of suffering in the skin-tight contraption when he was feeling under the weather. Therefore, he had changed into something less constricting - a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats.

Because of this, his white tee was now stained brown, and the thin material did next to nothing as the hot drink made contact with his skin.

Hissing in pain, Beast Boy triggered another coughing fit, his pain doubling tenfold. Raven quickly set the half-full cup of tea on the bed side table as she tried to calm her teammate down.

"Stop moving, Beast Boy! I can heal yo- Ow! Knock it off!"

Beast Boy's coughing subsided as he frantically patted down his shirt, as if putting out actual flames. With his throat tearing apart, his head pounding, his chest burning, and his stomach fluttering spastically as his female teammate hovered over him, he realized that he had never been so uncomfortable in his life. He watched in horror as Raven took initiative and began removing his shirt, causing his cheeks to flush furiously.

"W-what are you - "

"Can you shut up for just one second!" she hissed, shoving her hands under his shirt and pressing them against his burns. He was about to cry out in pain, until the soothing feeling of her healing powers began to take effect. As his burns dulled into a slight throb, he allowed himself to enjoy the strangely satisfying feeling of his teammate pressed against him.

He had never been this close to her for this long, and he was really regretting all his missed opportunities. He had never noticed the wrinkle between her brows when she concentrated, nor the way her teeth chewed on her bottom lip. He had also never paid attention to how purple her eyes were - something you didn't see everyday.

But with that thought, he realized she was now looking back at him with a bewildered expression.

Raven quickly removed her hands from his chest and scooted a reasonable distance away from him, before her look of confusion shifted into a look of annoyance.

As her eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth in an attempt to ease some of the tension, but she quickly cut him off.

"Just drink the damn tea."

With that, she stood from the bed, swiped her book off of the table, and exited the room.

Beast Boy gulped nervously, cringing at the action, before glancing over at the half-spilled tea. Shrugging nonchalantly, he took the mug from the table and gave it a tentative sniff.

When he detected no poison, he brought the liquid to his lips and took a small sip, pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste, and finding the hot drink soothing against his sore throat.

Smiling contently, he took a larger gulp, only to trigger another bout of coughing.

Raven breathed in a weary sigh as she neared her bedroom. She hadn't realized that taking care of Beast Boy for a few hours could be so taxing on her mental state. Nor had she realized that the green teen was hiding such firm pecks under his uniform.

Feeling her stomach flutter uncomfortably, she shook away those thoughts as she entered her room, deciding that a few hours of meditation was beyond necessary.

I need to try to write something serious for once lol. Maybe next time haha!

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