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Chapter 18

She gaped in surprise when he fell onto her, and she staggered backwards with the unexpected weight, but she soon righted herself, holding him steady as Raven tore off her cloak, ripping it into long strips and tying it around his open wound to try and stop the bleeding. She flinched as she watched this all, for he truly had lost a lot of blood. How had he not noticed that?

The rocks started to fall again and she, along with all the others, turned towards Terra, but the girl's eyes were not glowing yellow, and she was just standing there, just as confused as everybody else. "It wasn't me," she said, backing up and arching an eyebrow when she noticed that four pairs of eyes were all now completely focused on her.

"Slade must have triggered a cave-in; let's get out of here!" Cyborg said, making a beeline for the exit.

She didn't need telling twice. Scooping him up in her arms, she rushed outside after the others. No sooner had they all reached the exit than the rocks began to fall and a huge mass of rubble, metal, and stones came rushing down. They narrowly avoided its path as it came crashing down, blocking the entrance to the cave as it did so.

Her heart raced as her breathing slowly returned to normal, and she repositioned his limp figure in her arms so that his head would not loll around lifelessly as she moved. She could feel his ragged breath on her upper arm and she strengthened her hold on him for a moment, fearing for a split second that she might drop him while she was gathering her strength.

She approached the Tower. It was glowing like a shimmering beacon, calling her towards it, and as she saw it, she knew that she had to get him there as soon as possible and get him into the medical ward. At that moment, she felt that she had never been more ecstatic to see her home than she was now.

She flew quickly through the tower, carrying him up the stairs towards their emergency room. As she did so, she passed the room with the fateful equipment in which one of her teammates had almost lost his life. Trying to calm the desperate feelings that arose in her throat as she recalled the incident, she was glad when she finally reached the door to the medical ward.

Opening the door, she saw the small green changeling sitting on a white bed. Looking up when she came in, he flashed her a huge grin, as he always did. She returned his grin only half-heartedly, her eyes not on him but on all the instruments to which he was strapped. Then she turned her attention back to the unconscious figure in her arms. Gently setting him down on the nearest bed, she tried to position him as comfortably as she could, even fluffing up his pillows behind his head though she was aware that he could not tell what she was doing to make his stay more enjoyable. He would thank her when he woke up. She changed his bandages, for the blue cloak was already soaked with blood, and tied it tight to try to prevent any more bleeding. Unfortunately, her knowledge of medicine was limited. She would have to wait for Cyborg before she could know what she could possibly do to help.

Thankfully, he entered not long after she had finished disposing of the remnants of the soaked blue cloak, the owner of said cloak following close behind, along with Terra. He immediately went to his instruments, hooking the unconscious boy up to even more machines than poor Beast Boy was hooked up to and sticking several needles in his arm. She winced as she watched this, but she knew that Cyborg knew what he was doing, and she trusted him. His expression was serious as he turned to face her and said, "If he survives the night, he'll probably make a full recovery. It's too soon to tell if the amount of blood that he lost will be fatal or not, so we'll just have to wait and see. All we can do now is hope that he didn't lose too much blood." With that, all three left the medical ward, leaving her alone with the two boys that were confined to this room for a while.

"Anyone care to tell me what happened to him?" Beast Boy asked. She brought her head up sharply. She had been so lost in thought that she had completely forgotten about the ward's other occupant.

"During our fight, Robin was injured severely and has lost much blood," she said simply, her voice forlorn and her facial expression one of despair as she spoke these words.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, he'll be fine. I mean, this is Robin we're talking about, huh? He'll probably be up tomorrow morning, yelling at us for making him stay in bed all day."

She half-smiled, then returned her worried gaze towards his limp figure. The heart monitors said that his vital organs were doing fine, but his ragged breathing and the irregular movement of his chest as he breathed told her how much pain he truly was in, though he would never admit this if- when- he woke up.

Beast Boy's voice became one of a comforting tone this time, all joking aside. "It's okay. He'll be fine. Don't worry about it. Stop worrying and get some sleep." Even as he spoke, though, she could tell that he was in fact trying to convince himself of the truth of his own words.

Suddenly, Beast Boy sat up straight in his bed, his eyes wide as he gripped the edge of his bed. His knuckles turned whiter than marble as he grasped the metal bars near him, and she could almost feel his pain from across the room. She rushed to his side to see what she could do to help.

"It appears that the recent attack on your life has repurcussions. You are certain that you are okay?" she asked, deeply concerned.

"Yeah, Cy says that the rounds of pain should stop in a week or two and then, only then, he'll let me out of here." He gave a dry laugh as he tried to relax once more. "Stuck with that overly-serious guy for two weeks straight...wish me luck, Star, because I'm going to go crazy with boredom."

She stifled a laugh, surprised at his dry humor. Apparently, he could be funny when he was in pain, just not at any other time. Strange. Shrugging, she excused herself, crossing the hallway into her room to retrieve a pillow and some blankets, for she fully expected to spend the night in that room. If anything were to go wrong, or if something should go right -please let that be the case- she wanted to be there to help in whatever way she could.

She soon found the task of staying awake to watch the two boys utterly impossible, her energy well spent from the excitement she had recently seen. After Beast Boy dozed off and began snoring louder than she could stand, she eventually jammed her head between two pilows and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep that way dreaming of the day of Robin's recovery when he would be able to rejoin the team.

"I'm sorry we weren't able to work faster to stop the probes. Are you sure you're okay?"

She jerked her head up, awakened by Terra's voice. Looking around, she saw that she had fallen asleep with her head on the edge of his bed. Rubbing her sore neck, she looked around to see that Terra and Beast Boy were talking animatedly and fully enjoying each other's company as Beast Boy ate a light breakfast that Terra had apparently made for him. Wondering whether she dared, she slowly turned her head to look at him.

Well, he had survived the night, at least. At the moment, he was still out cold, but his breathing had returned to normal and his bandages were clean of any fresh blood. She stared at him for a moment, anticipating the moment that he would awaken. Even as she watched, she saw his fingers twitch slightly and he emitted a soft moan, stirring into consciousness. Though she was unable to see whether his eyes were open behind that mask, she knew he was awake when he started trying to move around to take in his surroundings.

"You are awake!" she excalimed, causing both Beast Boy and Terra to turn in surprise, for they had been so wrapped up in talking to each other that theay had been completely oblivious to the fact that either one of the other occupants of the room were even awake, much less shouting.

He smiled weakly up at her, then grunted as he tried to push himself back up. Unfortunately, he did not yet have the strength to do that, and all he succeeded in doing was to crash back onto the pillows that she had arranged for him. His brow furrowed in annoyance and frustration as he remarked, "Yeah, I'm awake, but why am I lying here and why am I still weaing this stupid outfit?"

She beamed brightly; she had her Robin back! "May I fetch you something to eat? Cyborg says that you will be unable to eat solid foods for a while, but that you may eat food like yogurt and such for a while until you are feeling better."

He frowned, for he had rather been enjoying the prospect of eating a real meal now that he was back with his friends, but he let it pass. "Sure, why not? And while you're at it, could you get Cyborg to help me get this idiotic getup off?"

Beaming, she rushed off. Everything was back to normal now that her Robin was back. The idea flitted around and she enjoyed it so much that she had to repeat it, so when she entered the kitched where Raven and Cyborg were, she screamed, "He's back!"