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This here is the second chapter of "Truth," I hope you enjoy it!
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Anywho, back to Chapter 2..
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Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy had just gotten Starfire situated in the guest room just as Robin walked in.
"How is she?" he asked quietly.
"She's severely injured, in fact, she was almost dead," Raven answered, "I couldn't heal her completely, so she'll have to go the rest of the way herself. I'll still try to heal her, but…yeah."
"Alright. But for the good of the team's well-being, there will be someone on guard at all times. While she's still out, this person will be at her bedside, if she needs assistance, when she wakes up, that person will wait outside the door," Robin said authoritatively.
"Are you sure we need to take such extreme measures? I mean, she IS hurt, and she DID come to us for help before she passed out…" Cyborg asked.
"That's true, but she still is a criminal, who has tried to kill us before. I don't want to take any chances."
The dark girl, and the cybernetic one nodded in agreement, but Beast Boy seemed peeved about it, but he reluctantly agreed.
"Beast Boy, you take first watch," said Robin.
"WHAT! Why me?" Beast boy complained loudly.
"For one thing, it's getting late (the clock said 1:30 AM) and since you were the last one to agree, you get first dibs," Robin said with a smirk as Beast Boy sulked over to Blackfire's bedside and plopped down in the red comfy chair.
"Good night, bud, and have fun with sleeping beauty here," Cyborg said tauntingly. In response, Beast Boy stuck out his tongue at his friend and fumed.
Stupid Blackfire…Stupid Robin…Stupid everybody… the green teen thought.
The hours passed as the storm raged outside. Beast Boy was fascinated at the lightning patterns, until at last, his eyelids began to droop a bit. Slowly, Beast boy was out like a light, head leaning back over the back of the chair. His tongue was lolling and he was snoring and drooling happily, until his acute hearing woke him up.
He heard faint groans coming from Blackfire. He groggily looked at her, and he could tell that the black-haired girl was having trouble sleeping. He gingerly felt her forehead and felt that she had a fever. He quickly ran downstairs and got the girl a cold, wet washcloth to put on her forehead. Even though I don't like the girl, doesn't mean she should die of a fever he thought as he went back up the stairs.
As he entered the doorway, he saw her stirring in her sleep. It even sounded like she was murmuring something as she dreamed. From what Beast Boy could make out, she kept saying "no...I…I didn't mean to…" BB suddenly feel his heart going out to her, as he thought she must have had a rough time…but I still don't like her… He resumed his post and put the washcloth on her forehead. He watched as he could see the muscles in her face relaxing, as the washcloth helped her fever. She eventually fell back into her unconscious stupor as Beast Boy carefully monitored her fever all night.
Starfire couldn't sleep a wink. Venting her frustrations to Robin certainly helped to get some things off of her chest, but it didn't ease her restless mind.
How did she get so hurt? Why did she show up here of all places? There's no one in the world who hates me as much as she does…
Such thoughts kept her up all night.
She decided to go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of mustard. Perhaps having something to drink will help me sleep. She floated into the kitchen as Beast Boy was leaving with what looked like a washcloth. The green boy didn't notice her, for she was in the shadows, but she didn't say a word. She was intrigued. Her thirst of knowledge of earth customs took hold.
What could that cleaning rag have to do with anything?
She quietly floated behind her friend, trying to stay in the shadows, to avoid being seen. She observed how Beast Boy put the washcloth on her sister's forehead, and watched with interest how worried Beast Boy looked. There wasn't anything romantic in his eyes, but a sincere worry. His love of humanity, of any living thing, drove him to be a vegetarian. He understood what it was like to be an outcast, so his heart went out to anyone who was hurting, or alone.
Starfire looked at the pair, the green boy, and her black-haired sister, and felt envy toward the boy. She longed to feel that same compassion towards her sister, who had caused her so much torment throughout her life. She stood there for a few moments, and decided to try and go and get some more sleep.
She floated back into her room, cuddled up with Silkie, and fell asleep, forgetting about the mustard.
End Ch. 2