Raven

Talk about a bad day. You wake up bursting with energy and you have a glass of half and half lemonade ice tea. You're heading to current occupation when you get hit by a car. You're late for work, you get your office robbed, and you get shot in the ear. Then you get fired. Then you try to get home, but your car is wrecked. So you call a cab and get to your apartment parking lot and it turns out you don't have the cash to pay. Thus, the taxi driver shoots you in the knees and kicks you out after running your pockets. You climb up eight flight of stairs and have to change stairwells before making your way up to the front door. Shit, your door is locked. So you have to get up and throw yourself through the door and you have just barged in on your significant other fucking your kid with a real thug.

In other words, your day can get a whole lot worse if you get that stuffed into one headache. Which Raven just so happened to have.

Raven was stacking dominos when another smack against the glass came and made her topple the dotted marble monument. She groaned and gripped her head. Why wouldn't Beast Boy just get up yet? Oh yeah, because he's knocked out from nearly burning to death.

"Raven," Cyborg touched her arm. "Raven, do you need to rest?"

"No," she snarled quietly. "I need Beast Boy to wake the fuck up."

"Well, in the meantime, I made some grilled cheddar grilled cheese with ham and red diced bell peppers. Would you like a sandwich?"

"Sure," Raven said pulling out the handkerchief and wiping her bleeding nose. The handkerchief was soaked in blood. Raven was about to touch her nose again when Cyborg took the cloth and replaced it with another more white one. She smiled as she held it up to her nose.

Raven took small bites into the warm gooey bread under the rag. After finding that difficult, she merely threw down the food and slumped her shoulders in frustration. She pressed the cloth even harder to her nose. Cyborg shook his head and went to the cabinets. He opened a medicine cabinet. He retrieved a bottle of a dark liquid. And a syringe.

Well fuck, now Raven, was bleeding and unable to eat was about to be injected with some type of shit by her friend. Hopefully this was to help.

Instead, Cyborg withdrew some liquid via the syringe and dropped it into a frying pan and let it crackle a boil. He went to the freezer and got a sirloin steak. He laid it on the pan and pressed the needle through the meat and watched it sizzle.

"What is that?"

"A steak."

"The medicine, I mean."

"A chemical that is needed to keep my mechanics move properly. Well, actually, it's to make my blood stronger."

"So it's like a mechanical steroid?"

"More or less. I need it to make a blood transfixion to Beast Boy."

"Why can't you just inject him?"

"Because this chemical needs a robotic combustor and a 368900-"

"Spare me the details."

"Basically, I'm the only one who can make the operation. I just mask it in food because it would be lethal in a pure dose. Granted, you might survive, but only if you were at a much fuller potential."

"Potential?"

"You know, minus the energy loss?"

"Oh."

There was a long silence as Cyborg finished the cooking and ate. He then left for his blood donation and Raven was left all alone. Why the fuck did Raven feel so down and out when Cyborg talked now? He used to be so bromantic with Beast Boy, but ever since Beast Boy went under the sedation and it's influences, he seemed to mature. Return to the time he was in the Justice League where being a kid was neigh impossible to conceive as a thought.

Raven wanted to beat him in for changing so much. Why doesn't it come down to her to be a shining light, but instead, what does she get? Everyone starts stepping up for once in their life.

About mid thought, which happened to be around the eighth minute of Cyborg's passing, Beast Boy entered with more pink skin than burnt leather. He sat next to her and swung his feet. Raven looked at him unsurprised. For some reason, Beast Boy had been deciding to act so secretive that he was up. She'd let him play his game for another day, but she was turning him in tomorrow morning if he didn't come clean. She was fired and was sick and tired of Beast Boy acting so foolishly, even though he wasn't able to turn into an animal just yet.

At that thought, there was no reason to turn him. What were the Titans need him for if he can't use his powers. He smiled and she gave the longest finger on her left hand. He leaned forward and kissed it.

"Headaches are the worst," he gage a slight grin.

"Shut up."

"Why should I? I'm quite… burnt out if you ask me."

"Why do want to ridicule yourself for my amusement?"

"Because I know deep down inside, you find it funny."

"Not really."

"And deep down inside, you love me."

"That's debatable."

"And deep down in your pussy could be my penis soon."

"Excuse me!" Ravcen stood up. "Who the fuck do you think-"

And that's when she felt it. The cold truth gripped her. Tighter than a noose. She felt the emotional thoughts of Beast Boys. Granted, she couldn't tell dreams from real alive thoughts, she did know that Beast Boy was too outwardly. Something was off. She reached down into his psychological state. And she realized it.

Beast Boy had developed a schizoaffective disorder and ADHD.

(Side note- schizoaffective disorder makes you very different. It's like a blend of schizophrenia and just being pure delusional. Look it, up, I don't have too much time to explain.)

Raven knew he would never say this. Why was she seeing him fall apart as he scampered off, leaving her with the feeling of brokeness and a sense of violation. Well, that took her mind off the headache until he was gone. Instantly, something smacked against the glass and made her double over and bleed.

This was just one of those days. Nothing against the fact that it happened to be Monday.