AN: Okay! I got such a wonderful response for my first chapter, that I decided to continue for a while to see how it goes. So, without further ado, the second chapter.

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The next morning Raven awoke feeling as though she had been hit by a truck. Groaning, she tried to sit up, only to flop back down on the bed as dizziness overtook her. Feeling something on her hand, she peered over the edge of the bed.

Beast Boy was curled up on the floor next to her, cradling her hand in his. She moved it fractionally, causing him to stir quietly, looking up at her with his forest green eyes.

Beast Boy. . . she whispered hoarsely, coughing on her words. Beast. . . Boy. . . what's going. . . on? Massaging her throat with a hand, she looked to him for an answer.

The green changeling bit his lip. Raven, are you feeling any better? I found you on the floor last night. You passed out or something.

Raven blinked at him. She had passed out. . .? Then it all came back to her. The sleepless night, the thirst, the fall. . . She had been knocked out by the corner of the dresser. She grimaced at the thought of being so easily defeated by a clothing storage unit.

Beast Boy asked anxiously, nudging her gently with the back of his hand. Rae? Do you need a doctor?

She managed to give an understandible answer, Don't need. . . doctor. . . Water. . . thirsty. . .

Beast Boy scrambled over to the bathroom connected to her room, filling her burgundy glass with tapwater. He produced a few fever-reduction pills from the medicine cabinet, as well.

Rushing back to her side, he tried to hand her the water. One of Raven's hands made a futile attempt at taking the glass from him, but collapsed back onto the sheets. Here, I'll help you. Beast Boy slid one hand beneath her at the small of her back, and gently pushed her into a sitting position. Propping her up on pillows, he then brought the glass to her lips.

Raven tilted her head back, opening her mouth slightly. Beast Boy poured some of the cool liquid past her parched lips, and she swallowed greedily. Popping on of the pills into her mouth, he poured another sip of the water down her throat. They repeated this until both pills were gone and the glass was empty.

Starfire walked into the room soon after, followed by Robin and Cyborg. The three Titans walked over to Raven's bedside, worried expressions adorning their faces.

Man, Rae, what happened? Cyborg asked, shaking his head sadly.

Yeah, Raven, did you catch a bug? Robin cocked his head slightly, placing a hand on his hip.

I do not understand why Raven would with to be capturing insects when in this condition. Obviously Starfire's words.

It means did you get sick', Star. Robin said, turning his gaze to the Tamaranian girl.

Oh. . . Starfire blushed slightly, her eyes flickering to the floor. I'm sorry.

They turned their attention back to Raven as the fevered girl went into a coughing fit. Her body convulsed with each shuddering explosion, her already sore throat being ripped at mercilessly by the air coming sharply up through her body. Beast Boy clutched her hand, willing it to stop.

When it finally subsided, Raven sank back into the pillows, her muscles, rigid with pain moments before, now slackened, relaxing in their exhaustion.

Beast Boy led the others into the corner, telling them in a whispered tone to be as quiet as possible. She needs a doctor. Maybe not a doctor, but she needs help. She knows something about what's happening to her, and she's not telling us.

Robin nodded. I agree with Beast Boy. She's hiding something. And she definitely needs help. The question is, what kind of help does she need?

Perhaps she is needing the medical treatment'? Starfire said, cocking her head curiously.

Cyborg gave her a blank look. Understatement. Of. The. Year.

Star blinked up at him. I was not aware! Am I to receive an award?

Robin placed his head in his hands. Star. It's a figure of speech.

Starfire blushed for the second time that day. Oh. . . She wanted so badly to impress Robin. Why was it that whenever she spoke, she said something that humiliated herself or her friends?

Beast Boy growled lightly. Well, I don't know about you guys, but I wanna help her! She needs a doctor, bad! Whether she likes it or not, she's gonna get one! We hafta go! Now! He turned to run out of the room, but stopped short when he felt a mechanical hand grasp his shoulder.

Whoa there, little buddy. Cyborg looked tired and sad. There's something going on that we don't know. If she says she doesn't need a doctor, we aren't gonna get her a doctor. I don't think whatever she's got can be cured by a doctor, anyway.

Beast Boy gazed at the rest of the group, barely suppressing a glare. What were they doing?! Raven was seriously sick. She could be dying! And they didn't care at all!

Robin laid a hand on Beast Boy's shoulder. It's not that we won't do anything. Far from it! We're going to investigate her usual hangouts to see if anyone there knows anything. We need to gather all possible information before we take action.

The green changeling turned to walk out of the room and begin the search, only to be stopped again, this time by Star. You must stay here and care for Raven. She seems to trust you more than any of us. Try to get Raven to tell you what is happening to her. And who knows how bad this may be? You should remain here, in case it becomes worse.

Beast Boy grudgingly nodded, and watched as his friends exited the room. He knew what they were doing. They didn't want him doing anything irrational. They knew he was emotionally involved.

No matter how hard he tried, he never could keep anything from Cyborg. The two of them had been best friends since the day they met, and Beast Boy told the half-man everything. Trouble was, Cyborg couldn't keep a secret. No doubt the only reason Raven herself didn't know about his little crush was Robin's strict rule of secrecy.

He whirled around when he heard something shatter behind him. His eyes widened when he saw the cause of the loud noise.

The object of his affections was hovering three feet off of her bed. A sharp wind blew the sheets off of the mattress, and they plastered themselves to the wall. Objects were picking themselves up and becoming active missiles in the whirlwind surrounding the stationary girl. Her eyes were closed, and Beast Boy got a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Raven was having a nightmare.

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AN: Bum bum bum! Cliffy. I have NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS! I'm about as clueless as you can get. Any ideas are much appreciated.

Bye the way, I know there are no knobs on the doors of Titan Tower, but I decided that it makes it much more dramatic (and easy to write) if there are. Also, I really didn't know what to call the black thing Raven wears other than a leotard. If you know, please contact me immediately. These quirks were brought to my attention by WereWolfHowl. A round of applause for the observant reviewer!