(BEASTBOY'S PERSPECTIVE)

I was discharged from the Medical Wing several days ago, now I was waking up after noon.

Again.

I slugged out of bed and ruffled my bed hair.

I felt like a mummy rising from a century of sleep. To add, I didn't have much of an appetite.

The only thing is, I felt more tired now than when I put my head on the pillow last night.

I glanced at the picture of my parents and I on the wall.

Mark Logan, my father, had brown hair and green eyes. Marie Logan, my mother, had blonde hair and blue eyes. Between the smiling pair was me, with green eyes and blond hair. I shared one of each of my parents traits in the photo, with a green stuffed frog in my hand.

"Hey, Mom, hey, Dad. I feel kinda sick today. I had my first seizure not too long ago. I felt like I was out of control. I still kinda feel that way now. I'm having issues with sleeping, eating, being. I've felt suckish for sometime now, but I am sure it's another bout of depression on my shoulders," I glanced at my body in doubt.

"Depression wouldn't do this but..." I felt a sharp pang in my head.

"You would be surprised what depression can do. I don't know what's happening to me at all."

I choked back a cry.

"I'm okay, because I know you still love me and the Team does, too. So, I'll be okay, don't worry. I jus' feel a little weak right now."

I smiled at my parents and grabbed a stick of deodorant.

I skipped another shower and applied the content to my underarm. I winced, realizing the pit was swollen.

"What's— ow, ow, ow." I poked the swollen area again.

"Ridiculous, probably nothing. I've been sick before."

I rolled my eyes and exited my room.

I heard footsteps shuffle down the hallway behind me.

I saw a navy blue piece of fabric and leaned against a wall.

The steps got closer and closer and I felt excitement rise inside of me.

"Boo!"

"Ah!" Raven screamed and shrunk into the ground.

I laughed in pain, amused by how frightened my companion was.

"Ha! Aren't you the one who runs the Haunted House? You shouldn't be scared so easily, Raven." I chuckled as Raven came up from the ground.

"Do I look scared to you?" Raven's cheeks were a fuming scarlet.

Her fiery eyes seemed to pin me down to the Earth.

"Hehe, no... that's more angry than scared." I chuckled nervously.

"Don't you have anything else better to do?" Raven huffed.

"Uh... no." I smiled youthfully and rubbed the back of my neck.

"I can't be bothered." Raven pulled her hood over her head, and kept walking.

"Wait! Raven, I'm sorry, okay? I was jus' playin'." I ran in front of her.

"When aren't you?" Raven stepped the other way.

I sighed.

"Raven! Wait!" I followed her to the Common Room.

"Awww, are you guys playing tag?" Cyborg teased.

Cyborg was playing checkers with Starfire and Robin was heading to the garage.

"No, Raven's being stubborn." I answered.

"Friends! Come and join us in the game of checkers." Starfire smiled.

"And you're being annoying. Can you leave me alone, please?" Raven uttered.

"Alright, fine, whatever." I sighed, feeling the shortness of my breath.

"Would you like to accompany us in the game of checkers?"

"Give it a rest, Starfire." Raven rejected the offer and went to the cabinet.

For some reason, underneath Raven's monotone, I could tell she was bothered.

I knew that I annoyed her on the daily but I could tell there was something else that was on her mind.

Lately, she seemed more irritable and moody than usual. I haven't seen her read or meditate in a while either. As the first one to be up in the morning with Robin, she began to wake up after Cyborg and Starfire.

"I'll just come with you since… tch." I followed Robin to the garage.

"Since what?" we walked out of the Team's earshot.

"Raven doesn't want me around."

Robin opened the garage door.

"I'm sure she does, Beastboy."

"She is always so moody and upset. Especially recently, but I jus' want her to feel happy. You know?"

"I can understand that."

Robin found a cloth and got some cleaning chemicals to clean his motorcycle.

"You can?" I leaned against the wall.

"Yeah, I mean I want all of you to be happy. I try my best as a leader to make sure you guys live in a comfortable house and live a good life. I try to make sure not only the city is safe, but you guys are as well. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. Any time I see myself began to fall in between the cracks or anything... I beat myself up. Being so hard on myself is first nature."

Robin paused and wet the cloth.

"Since my parents died... I always kinda blamed myself for it."

"It isn't your fault, Robin, they were sabotaged."

I felt heat spread uncomfortably under my skin.

I fanned myself and wiped sweat from my forehead.

Ugh, I'm about to become fried tofu eggs.

"I know but many things in life we blame ourselves for because we have nothing else to do with the situation. In certain circumstances, blaming ourselves is our best way of coping." Robin dragged the rag across the front shock and steering stem.

"Damn, you hit that one straight on target." I coughed.

"I guess, but, I totally get what you mean. Sometimes when I am hard on you guys that's because I see so much greater in all of you than simply teenage superheroes. Plus, I want the best for you all because all of us did not come from the best places." Robin explained.

"Wow. You're doing your best, Robin, and that's the best it gets." I reassured my friend.

"Thanks."

Robin brushed up the handle bars.

"Soooo, there's a reason why people do things, say what they say, or act how they act. Like I see why you literally have kittens when I don't do the dishes." I yawned.

"Mhm."

"I want to know why Raven is like that. I could see why in a sense but I wanna get a little deeper." I blushed.

"Huh?" Robin whipped his head around.

"No! No, no, that isn't what I meant," I flashed my hands nervously, "I meant as a friend. Ha, the thought of her even liking me back."

"You like her?" Robin took my comment by surprise.

"No, I swear! Well, yeah, kinda... but it's nothing. It's nothing."

"I'm sure there's more to it than "'nothing". When you like someone it's not only the appearance, but something inside of them that pulls a trigger inside of you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I dunno, Robin. I'm a mess right now."

I sat on the floor, feeling light headed.

"With your feelings or..."

"Everything." I sniffed.

"Do you feel better since the seizure?"

"Uhh... Well, I kinda still have headaches."

"Your vitals looked okay when Cyborg and I ran over them. No signs of epilepsy or any brain damage. Your blood count looks a bit low but I think you'll be okay. Maybe, we need to run another test to be sure." Robin knocked over a bottle.

"Yeah..." I titled the bottle back into position.

Robin spectated me.

"What?"

"What are those red spots on your face?" I touched my cheeks in alarm.

"You're asking the wrong person." I felt the lumps on my face.

"You didn't see them when you looked in the mirror this morning?" Robin stopped cleaning.

"I didn't look in a mirror this morning. I slept in late and bathing is kind of hard for me right now. I gather no one else noticed it but you." I shuddered.

"Yeah. How come you've been sleeping in so much? You usually do, don't get me wrong, but you've been doing it more and more for the last number of weeks."

"No idea, dude. I don't have my parents' science brain."

"And what's wrong with bathing?"

"I've had this weird fever feel for a while now." I whispered.

"No bathing, no sleeping, you didn't eat. Beastboy, how long have you been feeling like this?"

"Maybe a week and a couple of days in change. I lost track with all this sleep slash no sleep pattern thingy I've been on."

I gasped as a drop of blood fell from my body.

"Ugh, nosebleed. Dracula would love this."

The drops turned to a fountain of blood surging out of my nose.

"Whoa, let me get you a napkin." Robin got up quickly.

"We're gonna need more than one here. Watch out, Jump City, Red Rain is in the forecast. Sixty percent of rain and wind is two miles per hour." I choked.

I felt something bubble in my stomach.

"Wind?" Robin called back.

"Yeah, breathing isn't so fun either."

I put my hands on my knees and let the blood flow.

I panted heavily as pressure crushed my body.

"Damn, living is getting harder and harder everyday."

I stroked my silver glove across my nose, hoping the bleeding would stop.

Hoping, all of this would stop.