Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.

Since three that morning, Robin had been vomiting in the bathroom every twenty minutes. Now, it was eight a.m. and he was still throwing up.

Starfire, on the other hand, was rushing around the house grabbing towels and whatever other cleaning supplies she could find.

"Friend Robin, are you alright? Are you going to die? Don't leave me!" These and many other comments of distress had been made that morning. Robin kept trying to assure her that he would be alright, but since he was still vomiting, Starfire would not take that for an answer.

"Starfire, he'll be fine," the dark teenager that was called Raven kept on trying to tell her.

"No he's not! He's going to die! And the last thing he'll remember of me is when I stuffed that hula hoop of a bra! I will not have my friend remember that!" Starfire stomped off into the bathroom. Beast Boy followed her.

"Gollee, Starfire, quit worrying. He'll quit throwing up in a little bit."

"Look, Star, I'm going to my room to read another novel," Raven announced as she levitated through the hallway.

"NO! Don't leave him! Do you want him to remember you as the only one who left him! NO!"

Starfire jumped out of the bathroom and grasped Raven's cloak. The two of them fell to the floor.

"Starfire, get off of me. Robin will be fine."

"No, he's not!"

The two continued bickering in the hallway for fifteen minutes.

"Sad, isn't it. One minute they're best friends. The next minute they're out in the hall about anything they can think of," Beast Boy commented.

"Yep," Cyborg replied.

"How are you buddy?" Beast Boy said as he patted Robin on the back.

Robin began to reply but instead discharged another batch of vomit.

"You can't just leave him in there!" Starfire was still arguing with Raven.

"Watch me!" Raven entered her abode and slammed the door as Starfire attempted to follow. Instead, the door knocked her on her back with a swift hit to the nose.

"I hope he dies," a deep female voice cackled from her office. "Walks right in on Slade and I, just about to express our love for each other. He thinks that the man is trying to attack me! Humph. A bottle of ipeac in his drink should have done the trick. Sadly, I only had a tablespoon full. Oh well. By now he will be throwing up in misery. Ha ha ha ha!"

"Friend Robin, is it starting to slow down?" Starfire asked. It had been thirty-five minutes since the most recent discharge.

"I think ..." Robin replied as he leaned back over to the toilet.

"Oh, no! When will this quit? I wish we had someone to help us!"

Ding dong! The doorbell sounded. Raven went to answer it.

"Hello." The teenager was obviously not in a good mood.

"Oh, hi. I heard Robin wasn't in a good state. I came over to check on him." It was Christina from the party.

"Look, he's in the bathroom and he's throwing up. You might not want to go in there."

"Oh, is that all? I have a perfect drink to cure his vomiting!" She pulled a bottle of brown liquid out of her purse as if she knew exactly what was wrong.

Starfire bounded into the room. "Hi!"

"Hi," Christina replied in a tone that was not near as enthusiastic as Starfire's. The visitor made her way to the bathroom to give Robin the mysterious drink.

"Star, I don't like this woman."

"Raven, she comes to help Robin. She is good."

Christina re-entered the entryway. "He should get better soon," she said.

"You're not going anywhere!" Raven stopped the woman from leaving with a quick slap.

"I have to go!" Christina abruptly said in a mildly distressed tone.

"Don't make this hard."

Christina's hand began to turn the doorknob. A candlestick flew across the room, hitting its target straight in the head.

"Rae, what did you do that for!"

"Star, let's find out."

The duo walked to the bathroom to find Robin constantly discharging fluid with no end.

"My point?" Raven smirked.

"Oh, Robin, Robin!"

"Star, just go call an ambulance."

Five hours later, at Jump City Hospital, Robin awoke.

"Oh, Robin, I thought you had left me for good."

Emily, the doctor, entered the room. "He's doing better," she told the Titans. "He is okay to be discharged."

The room was immediately filled with cheering.

"Yea! Friend Robin is alive!"

"Yada yada."

"Oh, come on Rae, show some happiness."

"Whoop dee do," the monotonal teenager droned.

That evening, Starfire was alone with Robin.

"I really thought you were gone," she said.

"Well I'm not anymore."

The two pulled together for a spontaneous kiss. Robin began to hold back.

What the heck? he thought.

The two sat there in an endless moment of romance.