Raven blinked, darkness interrupted by only more darkness with each slow movement of her lids. She was trapped and helpless. The one person she loved the most was somewhere, possibly dead or dying, and she was just sitting here.

"Star is on her way back," Vic continued to explain. "I need to wrap up your eyes. I'm going to try some drops though first, okay?" As he asked, he touched his finger to the side of her face. Numbly she nodded, lost elsewhere.

"I should do something," she whispered dropping her head back to where Vic guided her.

"There's nothing you can do, Rae. I know you're upset. But just stick tight." The drops were cool and briefly gave her eyes a sense of normalcy. But that didn't matter.

"No," Raven tilted her head back down. She could do this. It wasn't like she was helpless. Before she had even managed to stand though, Victor's arms were on her shoulders, pushing her back down.

"No," she tried to politely reassure him, though the slight panic was evident. "I can sense him. I know him better than anyone else."

"Raven you're hurt."

"I don't need my sight to sense him."

"It's not just your sight, Rae," Sighing Vic released an arm and his body twisted slightly. Even without her senses, she could feel his exhaustion. He was partly right, sight or not, her body was hurting. Not to mention her hours of anxiety ridden restlessness had drained her. This wasn't about them though. Victor should know that.

"You don't understand," she pushed against the remaining arm, "What if he passed out as a bug or something? You could step on him." Sometimes he did that, turned into something small and shelled so he could hide. It wouldn't be too hard to imagine that he could pass out in that state. That had to be it. And the more she tossed it over in her head, the more assured she was that she was right. He would be squished by friendly feet.

Shoving harder she felt the tears start to press into the corners of her eyes. "He can't go out like that. I need to leave." Saying the words calmed her shaking nerves with a sense of resolution.

"Raven." His voice was growing stern and commanding.

"No, I'm leaving," The tone of Victor's voice now reflected in hers. He was beginning to grow irritated at her stubbornness and her natural reaction was to throw it back. "I can do this." Jerking away to hop off the bed, she felt the pluck of the IV from her hand.

"Raven," he kept repeating, and their hands started pushing against each other. Knowing she was outmatched, Raven mentally pushed against him. Metal sounded on metal and a grunt proved she hadn't pushed him too far.

"Raven!" Star exclaimed from her left.

"Star," Victor called. No doubt pointing towards Raven. Before she could react hands were all over her. They were going to keep her from saving him. Deep down she knew they had good intentions. But she was really the only one that could save him. If she couldn't get out of here, she could lose him. Her heart rate surged.

"No, you'll squish him!" The words sounded like an omen.

"What is she speaking of?" Star asked. Raven pulled away again, but the alien stood like a rock. Her hands didn't even sway as Raven fought against her. While Victor explained the past few hours, potentially planning to let Start take over, her struggles started to calm. Honestly, she knew she really didn't stand a physical chance against Star. She had to change tactics. The discussion wound down with a quick summary of Raven's panic. She took a deep breath, had the roles been reversed she would be on their side.

"Okay," Star loosened her grip as Raven dropped her head. "Just please tell me, you'll be careful."

"Of course..." Victor didn't sound like he would listen to anything she said right now. He actually sounded preoccupied with something else. A metal hand grabbed her arm and she immediately knew what he was doing.

"Wait!" She pulled away from him. "Wait...can... can I at least go to the bathroom first?" She asked.

The hand on her squeezed tightly for a second, then relaxed.

"Alright, fine. Star?"

The other set of strong hands started pulling her to the left.

"Okay, this way Raven." It was like she hadn't walked before. Missing one sense and she was stumbling over her own feet. With every step, she was falling into the shoulder beside her.

"Thank you," she said, leaning closer to Star and playing as humble as she could.

"Of course, friend. Ooop, no a little more this way. Okay, the sink is here." Star said leading Raven to the sink till her feet painfully thudded into it. "And the toilet is here." Again, Raven stepped a little too far.

"I got it Star," Raven said standing fully up and stepping back. "I've been to the bathroom before." The girl stayed quiet and Raven could picture her wide eyed concerned.

"If you insist. The paper is to your right... should I stay?"

"No. Please don't."

"Okay. I'll be right outside." The door shut with a click, leaving Raven to make her escape. She at least remembered the room didn't have a window. Her only chance would be to fly out when Star was distracted. Tapping her hands around she felt a twinge in her gut. Once mentioning having to pee, she hadn't really gotten it out of her head. Freezing she had to reassess what she would normally do and reached back for her zipper. At least there was something she had done in the dark several times. It zipped down with a few tugs of her powers and she slipped it down her surprisingly sore body. Her deep breath turned into a groan as she patted her hand through nothing but air.

"Are you okay?" Star called. A hand finally thumped into the wall the toilet was next to.

"Yeah," She didn't think it had taken that long just to remove her suit. Her fingers followed the wall as she shuffled her feet. Lightly this time, it thudded into the base of the toilet. It had been a smart choice to use the bathroom while she could and she sat for several minutes. Reaching her arm out she thudded into the wall again.

"Shit," she muttered. She had thought it foolish for Star to point out the toilet paper. Tapping both hands around, she finally found it.

"Still okay?"

"Yes." It took another minute to get redressed, with only two thuds on the close walls. Flicking on the water, she leaned over the sink concentrating on what she had to do. Opening the door now, while she was supposedly washing her hands, was her best bet. She turned and listened against the door. The more she moved about the dark room, the more confident she was growing. All she needed to do was form a sort of bubble around herself and just follow Gar's sense. Star was off to the side a bit, talking to Victor. Throwing open the door she flew for the exit. A pain in her head knocked her to the ground. Touching it, she felt a burning warmth spread all over. Though she was aware of the voices around her, she couldn't tell what was being said.

By the time she rewoke she was too drugged to move much. Her hand rose slowly to her face, rubbing over the fabric of the bandage. Clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, she hoped for some sort of liquid, but no one offered anything.

"Hello?" She called. No answer. Her arm was attached to an IV cord again, and this time that arm was strapped down to the bed. In fact, her whole body was strapped down. She could reach her arm up to touch her face, but that was about it.

"Hello?" She called louder. Whatever drug they had given to knock her out was being quickly flushed from her system. Drugs, in general, didn't stay in her body long and although it was probably partially meant to remove her anxiety, it was failing. Struggling against the restraints, even more, she felt the one on her foot start to slip. An alarm sounded to her right, then settled on a beeping. The beeping started growing faster and faster.

"Hey!" a deep voice said from the other side of the door. She froze, it was Victor and he was excited about something. "You need to be checked out first."

"No, I'm fine." It was Gar. "How is..." he stopped mid sentence. Victor cut him off, talking much lower. They began discussing something, but Raven didn't care. He was here. Focusing again, the beep went off at regular intervals. Then it just stopped.

"Jesus," Gar said entering the room.

"Why are you strapped down?" His hand rested on her leg as he began unhooking the straps. Working his way up, he quickly freed her till he could wrap his arms around her.

"Where were you? They said they couldn't find you."

"Yeah, I passed out for a little bit." His shoulders shrugged under her arms. He didn't let the hug last too long and pulled out. A hand gingerly touched each side of her face, though not even close to her eyes.

"I was worried."

"Heh, I know." His hand slid around her wrist, "It would suck to go out as a squished cockroach." The warmth of his hand gave her a wide smile as he reached under the blanket to check her body.

"I think you pulled something in your hip," he said, moving on. His other hand remaining on her wrist and he gave a slight surprising flare of pride.

"Gar," Raven said.

"Yeah?" he replied, again a small flicker of pride.

"Don't leave me."

"Of course not," his hand moved from her wrist to her upper arm. "Who else would be your seeing eye dog?" He laughed lightly till his voice grew quiet, concern gave way to a flicker of pride again. Resuming his exploration of all her injuries, he began humming.

"No." She said.

He stopped his hands, resting them lightly on her right leg.

"Don't leave me." She repeated, pausing after each word. His emotions gave her the information her lack of sight was missing. He was thinking over what she had said, the meaning of the words hitting him as hard as she had meant. Being honored wasn't exactly what she was going for, but he seemed shocked and joyed at the implication of her words.

"I won't." His voice was low and serious, then it perked up. "We could always retire."

"You would get bored." She said, relaxing her body into the bed. After all his work to get as far as he had in his career, he was willing to throw it away and retire. Just for her. A smile spread across her face for the first time in hours.

"True," again his hand wrapped around her arm. "What about becoming a duo? Like umm..." He paused, something sounded to her side, like a bottle thumping down.

"Like Batman and Robin?" She offered.

"Heh, yeah that was all I could think of," he laughed. "I'm obviously Batman."

"Ha. What? I'm like the definition of dark and brooding."

They both laughed lightly, growing quiet. This would be the last time she would ever picture laughing or joking about anything. But here they were, and it was working. She hadn't thought of her fear since he had walked in. Before today she had realized how useful his jokes could actually be. But today she really appreciated his ability. The warmth of his hand left her body. He hadn't said anything, just let go. Surely he was still within reach, but she couldn't hear anything to assure herself of that. The door sounded. There was no way he had just left her.

"G..." she started. Before she even got his name out, his hand slipped back around her arm. Still, he didn't talk, but the feeling of him alone calmed her.

"Everything alright?" Vic asked, standing on the other side of the bed from Gar.

"Yeah, I can watch everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, no problem," Gar replied nonchalantly, his hand slipping up to adjust her blanket over her shoulder. Raven partly wondered if Victor could even tell she was awake.

"And you already got the drops. That bigger bottle is the refill, I can bring that later as you need it."

"Yeah, yeah, got them in my pocket. I'll ding you if we need more."

"Gar..."

"Twice a day, I got it." His hands moved to begin tucking the blanket in around her.

"Gar, this is important."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We'll be fine dude," Gar was brushing off everything Victor was saying. Raven lightly touched her finger to the hand resting on her leg. He was barely holding on. Every part of his nerves were shot with worry. Something was making him impatient and anxious. But outwardly he was playing the calm carefree jokester. At one point, she had been the one to misjudge his ability to take things seriously.

"Rae?" Victor asked, lowering his voice as if he hadn't just been reprimanding their friend.

"Yeah?"

"You can go back to your room." As soon as he had given the word, Gar began peeling the sensors off her body. She hadn't even paid them much attention, they had been monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure. The focus on her wrists and arms finally made sense. He had been testing his ability to keep an eye on her vitals.

"In your room," Vic continued, "I've set it up to be totally blacked out. You'll be able to take the bandage off as long as the lights are off. Gar will stay with you, but I'll be in to check on you. Drops twice a day, but if your eyes start to get dry he can come get me. Alright?" Gar's grip tightened on her shoulder as he prepared to remove the IV.

"Yeah," the IV came out painlessly. "Yeah, I'll be fine."