A bloodied and broken Raven lay on a bed, in a medical room that was all too familiar to her. She felt herself slip in and out of unconsciousness. She felt gentle and caring hands on her. She also felt her warm blood run across her chest and abdomen. She suddenly felt once soft hands become frantic hands and she heard panicked breathing, as her vision was swallowed in total darkness.
With sweat beading down his forehead and a loved one's blood covering his hands, Robin made his way toward a long corridor, where he then turned the corner, and made his way down a couple of steps which led him to a vast room. As three odd teenagers sprang up from their seats, they could not help but wonder and worry about their dear friend. They moreover could not help but gasp at the amount of blood that was dripping from their leader's green-gloved hands. "What is the damage that has been made?" one said. Robin looked up to the questioner, as small, salty tears began to form in his eyes.
She was lost. Lost in a vacant mind, searching desperately for a way out. She had seen too much. Far too much. She saw her sweet mother in Heaven, and she saw her dreadful father in Hell. Her mother saluted her, and kissed her cheek, as her father swore vengeance against her. She was spiraling, turning around and around, through space and time. Abruptly, two red eyes sprung out, as she recalled a man forcing himself in and out of her, treating her like a broken rag doll. Fear and shame washed over her. Immediately, she shot upright in a crispy white bed, sweat pouring off of her.
He had never cried before. Never. But the memory that haunted his every moment plagued his mind. Her broken body… her blood…everywhere… Fresh, new tears spilled out from his eyes as he stood up and started to walk to the very room where laid the tragic protagonist of his frightful memory. As he opened the doors, he saw her. But she wasn't lying on the bed. She was sitting upright, crying.
She sat there crying for what seemed like hours. She had heard the door open, and turned her head to face the intruder. But she quickly calmed down as she stared into his wide, masked eyes. She slowly, and very painfully got out of the bed, and agonizingly stood up. She wanted to show him how strong she really was. She wanted to show him that she did not need such useless medical attention. But as she started walking, she felt her legs grow weak.
He saw her struggle. But he caught her in his arms before she could fall.
He had caught her. She lay weakly in his strong arms. But she just couldn't. She just couldn't do it. She just couldn't carry on. She buried her head in his chest and began crying.
He understood. And he let her cry on him. He put his comforting arms around her slim waist and held her securely. She was his fragile raven. And he would not let any harm come her way.