Beast Boy opened his eyes with a groan. He wondered, irrationally, why he had to be the one with the beasty powers. Why couldn't someone else be special? He didn't want to be, that was for sure. This meant that he was green, and was allergic to any type of meat whatsoever, including fish. That is, until he became that... that thing. He always threw up afterwards. That was a given; even if the beast didn't eat meat, he would still throw up, because having your stomach move around in your body isn't going to help matters at all. Especially if you just ate.
His stomach heaved, and he stopped thinking about anything other than trying very hard not to see the color of his stomach contents. After the final, painful gurgles stopped, Beast Boy inched himself into a stting postion... more or less. He didn't know if lying with your back propped up against a wall was considered 'sitting'. Probably. He then decided that finding a decent water supply was his current top priory right now. It was a good thing that it was around midnight, because no one cared then if you looked green and were staggering around. A lot of people looked the same way, after all.
After walking around a bit, he found a coke machine in a dim little cafe. He looked around quickly before becoming a snake and reaching up through the little flap to grab three, four, five bottles of Aquafina water. He checked the selection and snagged several cokes before pulling them back through the flap and becoming human again. He stuck them under his arm and walked, whistling, out the door. No one had payed any attention to him whatsoever, which was all to the good.
Beast Boy parked himself in a nearby alley and drank two of the waters as fast as he could. This turned out to be a mistake. Five minutes later he was rolling around on the ground, clutching his stomach. He resolved to never drink that fast again. His stomach growled, and he remembered that he didn't have anything at all in his poor stomach. He wished that he had a good video game to take his mind off of things. It wasn't as if he had money, after all.
The luck goddess turned her back on him after that. He wasn't able to get a single meal and he had to carefully limit his drinks. He might not have such luck again. The time passed extremely slowly, or so it seemed. He didn't have a watch, so that made it a little harder to tell time. All he had to go by was the moon and stars. The moon was a ways past her zenith. Morning would come soon. He wished that his life were a little easier.
Beast Boy was looking around for an alley to hid in when he tripped over some uneven ground and fell hard. He crawled towards the nearest corner; his head was already getting light. He must have gotten himself a concussion or something. As he curled up in a little ball in a corner, he wondered, whose stupid idea it was to live in the city, anyway? Just before all consious thought and sight vanished into darkness, he thought of an answer. Me.