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"Starfire, do you know what danger you could have brought to us?" Robin questioned his girlfriend as they stood outside the infirmary.

The alien princess sighed, looking into the room. "I know, Robin, but I had to help her." She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to the door. "Does she look harmful to you?"
"You never know who to trust, Star." He answered simply.

She pressed her hand against the glass, staring in at the girl laying unconsciously on the cot with dozens of wires connected to her, draped in thin hospital wear. Cyborg was sitting at the computers, turning to look at her occasionally.

"I feel like we need to help." She said suddenly.

"But Star-"

She turned her head slightly in his direction. "She is in a much different world than what she is used to. I can tell." Starfire looked at him with huge emerald eyes. "She poses no threat. She is just a scared girl. May we help her?"

Their leader placed a gloved hand on his neck. "You see, Star... it's not that easy."

"What is stopping you?"

"We'll discuss it when she's awake. For now, we should get some sleep."

She nods, waving him off as she turned towards the door. "I shall. Goodnight, Robin." While he walked away she slowly opened the door, slipping in.

"Cyborg?"

He spun his chair to face her. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Same goes for you." The Tamaranean answered, walking over to the computers. She rested a hand on his shoulder. "What is the matter with her?"

"She's..." He looked over at the girl on the cot. "Sickly. She has many vitamin deficiencies. They're not extreme but.. they're there. It may take her a while to recover."

"Does that mean that you will transfer her to the hospital? Into the unit of intensive care?"
Cyborg cocked his head to the left, looking at the screen. He sighed.

"Not that easy, Star."

The alien frowned, drawing her hand back. "Why is everyone acting as if I will not understand?" She folded her arms. "I demand information, Cyborg. I brought her to you. I am not an idiot!"

The large metal man stared at her, processing her sudden anger. "Please, keep it down. She's in very unstable condition."

"I apologize..." She took a deep breath. "I just wish to know what is wrong with this girl."

Cyborg turned to face the screen, leaning on the table. "Do you see all of these?" He showed her the screens, various images of what's going on inside her. Starfire understood a good amount, but was unsure of what he was referring to.

"Yes. And?"

He pointed to one screen. "There's a mutation in her DNA. And look over there." He pointed to another. "Her atoms are unstable. In the 4 hours she's been here, I've noticed each time her heart rate spikes, a bit of her fingers or toes seem to dissipate. They always come back, but it's very strange. That's why I told you to keep your voice down." They turned to look at the unconscious girl. "And then sometimes I don't know what's causing the spike." Cyborg typed a few things on his screen. "I've been trying to get in touch with Star Labs to report this. So far, they've responded once. Told me to keep a log of her heart rate, breathing, molecular activity, chem..." He trailed off, realizing that Starfire was not comprehending. "Anyways, while I charge my battery," He sighed, still typing. "Everything will be left on. My computers will continue to observe and record all activity, including visual. I'll look it over in the morning and try to see what can be done."

The alien tried her best to process all of that, remaining silent for a long while.

He looked at her, finished typing.

"Let's go to s-"

"Do you not feel bad about leaving her in here?" She asked sullenly. "I do."

The technological genius blinked at her sudden question. "Well..."

"I would guess she feels alone.."

Cyborg gave her a half-smile. "She's fine here, Star. In good hands." He pointed to himself. "Plus, if something goes wrong I'll be alerted."

Starfire uncertainly nodded, moving out his way as he stood.

"Come on. Bedtime, Lil Lady."

She smiled at him slightly, following behind him. Before walking out she quickly turned, grabbing the girl's tested and washed cloths, draping one over her.

"Goodnight."

She walked out, closing the door.