It was torture. Robin always hated feeling useless, and in this case there was little to nothing he could do. It reminded him of his nightmares. You know, the ones where he was forced to watch as white hot pokers were applied to Star's sides...but he tried not to think of those, they didn't exactly boost his spirits.

Starfire lay in the hospital bed before him, half covered by sterile white sheets. Her usual perky purple ( A/N say that five times fast and you get a prize)uniform had been swapped for one of those annoying gowns like they have at the hospital, except the ones at titan tower were slightly different. They had backs, and were made out of fabric not some sort of flimsy paper stuff. Robin never really noticed how much he loved that uniform till she was put in this dumb gown thingy.

Cyborg had announced that someone had to change her into the gown thingy, and just the thought of it made Robin blush brick red. Raven had been the one to do it of course. As it turned out, they really hadn't needed that gown all that much. Raven had been able heal Starfire, almost completely. She looked a whole lot better then she did three hours ago, but for some reason it was still hard for Robin to look at her.

The bruises now had spaces and gaps in between, like a child with missing teeth, and instead of being mostly black and blue, they were yellowish green, like they were weeks old. The gash above her eye looked like a elongated scab, well on it's way to healing. The black eye that used to reside directly below it, was completely gone along with the deep cuts on her back and scalp that came from being thrown into a TV.

Robin was sitting in a hospital chair right by her bed. He had already fussed with, the pillow, the sheets, the thermostat, and very briefly about her hospital gown.

There was one important thing he'd noticed.

These were the most uncomfortable chairs on the planet. Robin did not know weather he'd be able to straighten his back ever again, it was probably permanently damaged. Robin vowed one of the first things he did when everything was back to normal was buy better chairs for the medical bay.

Robin was hunched over with his eyes resting on the heels of his hands. He hadn't moved in at least an hour and forty five minutes. It was like a game he was playing. See how long you can go without moving. Robin liked playing games; he liked winning them.

There was a prickle at the back of his neck, but he did his best to ignore it. If there was a record for not moving, he was sure he had won. Cutting of his sight with his hands, and improved his hearing. He was acutely aware of every mechanical beep the machine emitted. He knew that he should be grateful that he heard them, it meant Starfire was still alive, but frankly, they were starting to annoy him. Even so, he didn't dare wish that they would stop.

He couldn't even relive his stress with training or phyical activites like he usually would, because that would mean leaving Starfire's side. He refused to do that. Having to just sit there and do absolutly nothing? It was horrible.

The rest of the team had all left. Raven had stayed the longest but had been pretty exhausted after healing Star, and ambled off to bed around two hours ago. Beast boy had been the first to leave. He didn't want to leave, but after falling asleep in his chair twice, as uncomfortable as they were, Cyborg suggested he go to bed. Instead Beast boy had crashed on the sofa, "in case something happends," he explained sheepisly. Cyborg would've stayed too, but he was on already running on emergency power supply and Robin told him to go plug himself in because he didn't want to have to plug Cyborg in himself when he shut down.

Robin was mad at the others for doing normal things like sleeping while Starfire just layed there, but at the same time, he couldn't blame them. He was pretty tired himself; it was early in the morning. If he wasn't so completly and entirely in love with Starfire he'd probably be sleeping himself.

He so desperatly wanted to look at her, holding out hope that something would have changed, a quiet noise, or a slight shift in possison? In the back of his mind, where everything logical was currently being held hostage he knew she hadn't moved, but he ignored that part of himself. He had to have hope, after all.

Even when he wasn't looking at her, she swam before his eyes. Suddenly she was the only thing he could see. He sighed, and made up his mind to sneak a glance. As slowly as he could possibly bare, he counted to 10. Then five more for good measure. Slowly, he lifted his head. His neck cracking from un-use. Inch by inch she came into his line of vision. Apparently, Starfire had been playing Robin's game with him the whole time, and she was winning.

Robin's head flopped back down to his hands. He was full of dissappointment, even though he knew that she hadn't moved. He sighed again, but louder this time, as if Starfire might hear him in his stupor, wake up and offer him comfort.

Time seemed to move at an agonizingly slow pace. He was aware of everything. Each second streached to the point of breaking before the next one could begin. minutes were like hours, hours were enternity's. The only sound was the beeping of the monitor and the tick of the clock, keeping him alert of every one of Starfire's heart beats.

His heart had been ripped out of his body entirly, leaving a deep empty cavern of doom; it consumed Robin. All he could think of was this unrelenting pull centered deep inside of him. He wanted, no needed Starfire with every cell in his body. There was absolutly nothing he wouldn't do to have he wake up.

He was so wrapped up in his own depression he almost missed it. It was the tiniest of noises, a quiet little sniffle.

Robin's head snapped up so suddenly that, if he had been caring about anything else in the entire world at the moment, it would have hurt.

At first it appeared that nothing had changed, and he thought that he must have invented the noise with his own imagination because he wanted to hear it so badly.

But then he noticed, her head was tilted slightly, it had movied! And Starfire was moving. Her delicate hand came up from her side, most likly to grasp her forehead - Cyborg did mention that she would have a killer headache - but Robin intervined it. He grabed her hand, and pulled it into his chest.

"Starfire? Starfire?" It was like a secret code that would make everything ok.

Her eyes were opening, and Robin could feel the joy coursing through his body. Her green eyes locked onto him and she smiled slightly, witch Robin retured with vigor.

"Robin."

He was overjoyed just to hear her voice, weak as it was, but to have his name be the firt thing she said? To have his name be the one to grace her lips and tumble from them like a graceful waterfall? It was beyond camparison. It was probably the best moment of his life.

This statement soon proved to be false however, in the seconds that followed, because Robin simply couldn't stop himself from grabbing her face and attaching his lips to hers.

If time slowed when he was sitting in that chair, waiting for Starfire to wake up, then it most definatly speed up when he kissed her. His mind was going a mile a minute, but he couldn't even come up with a coherent thought. Something had to be exploding behind him or something because how else could this amazing feeling be explained? Then again, even if something was exploding behind him, he wouldn't care or notice. This was most definatly the best thing in the world. He really should do this more often...

Kissing Robin was very different from kissing Red X. I can not explain how exactly, but it just was. There was such a strange feeling inside of me. Nor was it like in the movies I observed, where you can clearly see the two faces coming closer and closer until they connect. It happened so fast that I did not know what was happening until suddenly, we were kissing.

Though, I admitt that my very first thought was 'No, no, it's too soon, I cannot!' But that was quickly forgotten.

It had never felt like this when Red X kissed me. I would have wondered why, but my brain did not seem capable of thought.

Soon I didn't want this to end. I felt as if I was spiraling down an endless hole, like I missed a step walking down the stairs, like I had a rocket strapped to my back and was streaking into the sky with speeds even I had never flown at, like every cell in my body had been set on fire, like my insides were exploding, but all in a good way, if that makes sence.

What a fool I had been, I thought to myself somewhere in the very back of my mind where I still had control of my brain, doing the dating with Red X when everything beyond my imagination and more was kissing my face.

But then again, I had always known that, and it seemed now, that Robin had finally figured it out.

I think this was too melodramatic on Robin's part, but oh well.

I think there will be one or two more chapters, I haven't exactly figured it out.

I tried to make this chapter longer, I don't know if you can tell, and I don't know how well I did with that.

Sorry for spelling errors, me and the spell check had a little fight...

Lemmie know what you think.