Let me just warn you that this is a long chapter. Three thousand words to be exact. It's pretty good, I guess.

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It was only a matter of time before another car turned the corner, only to find the wreck. Three cars, and others discarded on the side of the road, had exploded, and the Teen Titans, sprawled across the asphalt.

But, despite their streak of unfortunate luck, the five teenagers were found, and the passengers of the vehicle that had rounded the corner, were insistent to help them. If Robin were conscious, he most likely would have protested.

A girl around the age of ten walked over to the leader, her fingers tracing the intense burns on his exposed flesh. She wiped the small drops of blood that trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Another rider appeared behind her, and carefully lifted the hero on his shoulders and into one of the empty seats of the SUV. . If Robin were conscious, he most likely would have protested that he was fine and didn't need help, but even this stubborn boy would not have been able to lie about his condition, especially when it was eminent that he needed immediate help.

Other members of the team, who also were knocked out, soon joined Robin in the back row of the vehicle. Robin's young fan chuckled, as she imagined what Beast Boy would have looked like in the form of a chicken, and how the burns on his skin would have added to the hilarity.

Her mother and father entered the car, along with two other men, her supposed older brothers. They made sure that none of the Titans could shift and hurt themselves even more, and the engine started, and the car took off to the nearest hospital.

They headed straight for the emergency room, the line apparently longer than expected, but when some, if not all, saw the city's heroes, they respectively let the family go before them.

Since the Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy all had injuries more severe than Robin, they separated. The four went to get immediate attention, and Robin to get his wounds cleaned and dressed.

And, if they had been conscious, both groups would have stuck together like they always had done, but in this case, none of them were in the position to argue about where they would reside for the next few days.

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A white light shining down in his face and the repulsive odor of rubber gloves woke Robin from his slumber. His whole body ached and he could hardly move any of his limbs.

It wasn't until his vision ceased its blurry state and began to focus, that he realized where he was. A doctor stared down at him, as he frantically searched for his friends that he just remembered had existed, and hopefully still existed.

A sudden pressure in his chest caused his next breath of air to push back out of his throat, before reaching his lungs. It was like he skipped a breath, something that he needed to keep inside of him.

But it escaped . . .

And he needed it more than anything.

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Beast Boy stared back at the mirror, his jaw dropped at the sight of his own reflection. The skin tone that had once been light green was now reddish brown. It reminded him of the time Cyborg had put red dye in his shampoo.

His friends had laughed hysterically at the prank that had been pulled on the green prankster. Cyborg's trick had turned him brown, similar to the tone of his skin at this very moment.

But Cyborg's joke had only injured his pride.

Beast Boy's condition was way past a simple trick. His burned skin ached and even the flesh that had been shielded by the fabric of his uniform had not been safe from the flames. His pain was overwhelming, but he pushed that aside as he began to picture his new lifestyle in his present condition.

Imagine what all of my ladies will say! I won't be the favorite Titan anymore, and my fans will no longer line up to take my autograph, and all of the girls that used to follow me around will be staring wide-eyed at Robin!

Of course, Beast Boy didn't realize that none of these things had ever occurred to him, and that girls rarely kept up with superheroes, unless he was a total heartthrob, and that he never had an autograph, and could barely spell his name as it was, and that Robin was in a worse condition than he was, and hardly looked as he had before.

But still, the changeling's thoughts remained focused on the horrendous idea of being overshadowed, which was already happening, and being underexposed to the people of Jump.

And so, for whatever reason, the boy continued to stare at himself, occasionally peeling a piece of dead skin from his neck, and fuming over the fame of his fellow teammates, instead of worrying about their condition and their problems.

In fact, they hadn't even crossed his mind . . .

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Cyborg, like the not-so-green changeling in the room next to him, was staring at himself in the mirror, expecting it to crack and shatter into pieces. Yes, his condition wasn't good and he didn't look like his normal self, but he was more worried about something else.

The T-car . . . .

Last he had seen of it, it was lying in the middle of the street, its windows glistening from the continuous polishing he had used.

But now, who knew what it looked like, if the wheels still were filled with air or if the proton cannon he had installed still could shoot a perfect beam of doom.

And where was it?

These questions saddened the robot, and the fact that they remained unanswered shook him even more.

As the tears began to pour down his mangled face of metal, another patient stirred in her hospital bed.

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There was so much pain.

So much that even she herself could not heal.

As she fought a battle to sit up, her thoughts wandered to her friends.

Cyborg, Beast Boy, Starfire, and herself . . .

They had been in the greatest danger, and knowing Robin, he would have been the first to help, most likely why they were in the hospital in the first place and not lying on the streets of Jump.

The leader had been standing a ways away, enough so that he would have not been hurt by the wrath and fury of the flames.

To Raven, this was what mattered the most. The safety of her loved one.

Then the thought came, If he was my loved one, then why did he endanger my life in order to kill Slade? Why was my life put on the line, when he is the one who is supposed to protect it? Does he truly even think of me as his loved one?

As if an answer to her question, a voice inside her spoke in a calm, reassuring voice.

If he really loved you, wouldn't he be standing here at this very moment, pacing the floor, his head filled with the doubts of your recovery, which would be crowded out by the over joyous thought of embracing you once again, smelling the purple silk of your hair, and kissing your lips?

She had no idea where it had come from, but it was right.

If he did love her, why was he not here?

The more she tried to answer this question, the more her fury began to build up inside her, like a volcano about to erupt. But her selfish thoughts kept her from thinking about Robin's well being and his condition.

And right now, his state was something that everyone needed to be concerned about . . .

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The Tamaranian, who had been newly introduced to the concept of a hospital, did not find this care center a pleasant place to reside in. The doctor that constantly hovered over her and poked her body was just as appealing as Mother Mae-Eye stealing the boogers from her nose.

She was usually in a cheery mood, but this torture that she was enduring, which most in the hospital would be happy to receive instead of the constant removal of skin or the stitching to a lost limb, brought her spirits down.

She hadn't seen her friends since the accident, but missed them dearly, especially Robin. He had always been there in her time of need, but now he seemed to vanish. She couldn't even recall him trying to save her and the others.

And for some reason, the deep longing to see him had been placed with something more, a greater pain.

She drowsily awakened, for the cover on her face had been giving her some sort of medicine that had caused her to fall asleep. Her vision was still blurred from her forced nap, and after a few minutes of blinking her tired eyes, the ceiling of the room came into focus.

Starfire quickly became aware of her surroundings, and could easily distinguish that she had been moved to another room. She could her a moan from across the room, and desperately longed to get up and see what was wrong with the patient beside her.

She stared at the swirls of the maroon curtain that split down the middle of the room, separating her from this other person.

After shaking out of the many thoughts that had just entered her mind, she realized that it took up all of her strength just to turn her head. She had no idea what condition she was in, and she really wanted to know.

Taking a few moments to decide what to do, she carefully lifted her head, which now seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She almost fainted when she saw herself wearing not her regular uniform, but what looked like a tablecloth. It had three holes for her head and arms and barely went down to her knees.

She didn't even notice the cloth wrapped around her stomach, until another sharp pain spread through her body.

Her fingers gently traced the bandage, daring not to lift it and look underneath at the cause of her pain. Against her conscience, she unwrapped it and stared at the mark along her skin.

A long dark cut ran diagonally across her body, and somebody had seemingly stitched it up. The bumps of the stitches sent chills down Starfire's spine, and even more came when her touch had pressed a little too hard on the cut.

She continued to poke on this new form of entertainment, waiting patiently for someone to come and explain what had happened to her, but it didn't seem that anyone would come soon.

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The beep of the heart monitor next to him woke Robin up from his quiet slumber. He turned his head to face the machine. Mostly out of boredom, he watched the line bounce up and down, making a zigzag across the screen.

He had been here how long again?

He wanted nothing more than to get out and go back to the normal routine he and his friends had attended to.

He missed the action his life had previously contained, and could feel his muscles that normally bulged from his uniform, turning to Jell-O. He missed chasing criminals and solving cryptic clues that led him to his enemies and staying up all hours of the night, just to stare at the characters that danced across the computer screen.

Even a tiny duel against Control Freak would have suited him.

A man's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he tried to focus on what this amateur doctor was saying.

"It's good to see you awake, Mr. Grayson."

Hearing his last name that he had abandoned long ago sent a jolt through his body.

"Yeah, well it's not so nice to be awake," he mumbled under his breath.

The man had his back turned to Robin, to busy to attempt to hear Robin's comment. He clutched a clipboard in his hand, and was jotting something down.

"How are you feeling today?" The smile on his face was huge, and spread from ear to ear.

"Like shit," came the retort.

The doctor laughed, but it was easy to tell that it had been forced.

"What a typical teenager you are. Well, my name is Dr. Harrison, and I will fill you in on your present condition. We have treated a few of minor burns on your body and you have broken a total of five ribs."

Just what I need . . . . . Robin thought. He was beginning to feel a bit like Raven, and now had a better understanding of why she was always in a negative mood. He was to busy even to think about how stupid things in the world are, let alone people.

Dr. Harrison had his back turned again, and Robin abruptly sat straight up. He stretched his sore legs until they touched the ground, and hoisted himself from the bed.

He quickly grabbed the side of the bed for support, and began to walk, his legs like jelly. He walk turned into a limping jog as he made his way to the door.

He felt himself falling forward, and he began to tumble to the ground. He would have hit solid tile if it weren't for the arms that had kindly received his weak body.

"Looks like you have a runaway patient, Mr. H. You might want to be more careful."

Robin stared up into the eyes of yet another doctor. He helped the hero to his bed.

To Robin, this 'doctor' seemed a lot different than the rest he had seen. This one looked a lot younger, a few years older than himself.

The two men began to chat, Robin to tired to listen, and soon the annoying one left, leaving Robin with the younger, better one.

"So, Richard, is it?"

"I prefer Robin," he answered, trying to decide if this was an obnoxious teenager or a serious doctor.

"Robin . . . . you know, I'm a really big fan. Couldn't tell who you were though without your uniform. Sorry about that."

Fan? Maybe I should give this guy a chance. Maybe he can actually help me get out of here faster.

They began to talk a bit, each one informing the other about their past, Robin, of course, telling his story without all of the vital details.

By the time another person in scrubs came in, they had been talking for an hour.

"Well, Robin, I need to go check on another patient. Do you need anything? I will be passing by your friends' rooms. Can I pass on a message?"

The sudden reminder of his friends brought thousands of questions to Robin's mind, so many that his brain throbbed.

"Well, if it's not too much trouble, just ask Raven how she's doing. Starfire, Beast Boy, and Cyborg will most likely be able to handle this a lot better than her, so just ask her for an update."

"Oh, in love, are we?"

Robin threw one of the pillows he was leaning against at his new friend, yelling, "I'm just worried about her, okay!"

"Sure you are!" came the echoing reply from down the hall.

Robin gave a small chuckle, closing his eyes in hopes of getting some much needed rest.

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It wasn't until later that he was awakened, only to see his friend hovering over him.

"I have a message to you from the creepy goth chick," he said, some small amount of fear in his eyes. "Emphasis on the 'creepy' part."

"Hey she isn't creepy. So, what's the news?"

"Although I totally disagree with you, I'll read the message." He flipped through a few of the pages attached to his clipboard. "She says that she's doing fine. She's really glad to hear from you, but the sound of your voice would be a lot more effective than the wimpy nurse you sent."

Robin broke out in laughter, but immediately stopped when receiving a death glare from the 'nurse' beside him.

"She wants to know how you are and she wants to see you very badly. Can I get back to my job now? I have more to do than parade around the hospital giving girls your secret love messages. And next time you talk to Raven, have her know that I am one of the most respected doctors in this city."

"You're such a wimp."

"Hey pal, if you ever want to talk to your pretty little girlfriend again, I suggest you think otherwise."

He left the room, a smile on his face, leaving Robin stranded on his bed, feeling isolated from the rest of the world.

The hero sighed, relieved that he had made it through another day, this one a lot better than all of the others. And with that, he drifted off to sleep.

To someone else, he would have looked like an excited adolescent who was fine in every way, but then again, looks can be deceiving . . . .

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So what did you think? A lot longer, mostly cause of the Thanksgiving break thing. I thought that a long chapter would be a good way to end the vacation.

So thoughts? Comments?

I hope you noticed that I put more of Starfire in, so yeah for me, I finally can write with her in the story!

Hope you liked it, thanks for the reviews and your time.

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