Hello again! I have arrived with the third installment of my story. Once again, I apologize for it being short... I hope it isn't too much of a problem. But I do hope you enjoy it! If you have the time, I would appreciate a review. I feel like I might be moving a bit fast, but I'm not sure. What do you guys think? Is it too fast or just fine? I also was considering have a different perspective next chapter. Anyways, Here's the disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. And as a final note, enjoy the story!

~lilicat

I could feel a bright light shining on my closed eyes. Hey! I'm back in my bed! It was all just a dream… thank god! Wait. What's that beeping noise? It couldn't be. Could it?

Opening my eyes, I turned my head. Sure enough, it was the heart monitor. And I was in the med-bay. Cyborg was off to the side of the room, seeming worried as he scanned through something. But he was the only one there.

"Where're the others?" I croaked, my voice cracking embarrassingly from disuse. "Uh, also, hey Cy. How ya doing?"

He whirled around with a look of pure joy on his face. "You're awake! Oh, BB You're awake! Guys! Come quick! He's awake!"

Starfire was the first to arrive, flying in eagerly holding her arms out to embrace me in a bone-crushing hug. "Friend! You have awoken!"

But Cy blocked her. "No, Star. He's too fragile for one of your hugs. No offense."

Starfire stepped back confused at first, but then nodded her head understanding Cyborg's reasoning. "I understand, friend Cyborg. I do not wish to injure our fragile friend any more than he already is."

"Oh!" I say. "You figured out what was wrong with me? I knew something was up, especially after passing out. And nearly passing out twice before that."

Cyborg's response was rapid. "What?! You knew you were sick? Why didn't you say somethin' B?"

An awkward silence rested upon us. I hesitated before sharing my thoughts. Robin's not here, he wouldn't find out how I felt.

"I… I didn't want Robin to think I was… weak." I replied quietly. "He already thinks so little of me; why decrease what little respect I actually am given from him?"

Starfire and Cyborg were quiet for a moment. An even longer, awkward-er moment than before. Arrgh! I shouldn't have shared how I really felt. This is one of the first times they've heard something coming from my true self. And I don't want them to learn my true self… I'm not who they think I am...

Then, from a shadowy spot in the doorway, a voice came. "I wouldn't have thought you were weak, Beast Boy. I would have seen it as brave, since you came and told me firsthand and up front that you weren't feeling good." Robin must have seen my usual smile turn into a disappointed frown, so he quickly added: "But it was pretty amazing that you were able to hide your sickness from us so well. And survive with it for so long, without it taking a toll on you. But not amazing in a good way, of course."

Now, Robin stepped out into the light. I made a mental note of how he never denied not respecting me. As I figured.

"I wasn't hiding being sick for that long, though. It was only this morning." I told him, which earned a heavily laying silence on the room. "What?"

"Err… Beast Boy…" Robin began, trailing off slightly.

"You've been in a coma for nearly two weeks." An abrupt comment came from a cloaked half-demoness who had just entered the room.

"Raven!" I squeaked, startled. "Wait. Two weeks? I've been gone for two weeks? What did you guys do without me? Were there any big battles? Did anyone else get hurt? Did you manage okay without me?"

The beeping behind me increased in speed. "Whoa, B. Slow down. Yes, you've been 'gone' for two weeks. No, there weren't any big battles and no one got hurt. And we were fine without you."

Cy must have seen my face fall slightly at the last remark because he then said, "But we all missed you, of course."

"Friend Cyborg, I thought you said Beast Boy had been sick before the day he fainted. Is that not correct?" Starfire butted in. "Beast Boy said it was only that morning. Could you have been the mistaken?"

"Hmmm… You're right Star. Maybe I'll run a few more tests on him. Is that okay with you, Beast Boy?" Cyborg looked at me expectantly.

"Yeah, sure. I'd rather get better than stay sick. Obviously. Who wouldn't?" I replied, with a cheeky smile thrown in for good measure.

Cyborg turned around, rummaging through a drawer behind him. Robin, Star, and Raven all stood around me, looking back from Cy to me. I looked out the window to avoid their gazes. I didn't like being stared at. It reminded me too much of being someone's science experiment. And I knew a bit about being one of those…

Cyborg turned around. "Okay! I just want to run another blood test, just to double-check on a few things." It was then that I realized what he had in his hand. A needle. A shiny, metallic, freaking long needle. This is not going to go over well.

My body began to tense up; I could feel it. I knew I was locking up inside. And before I knew what I was doing, I screamed hysterically, "NO! NO! No needles!" before jumping out of the bed and running down the hall. A drop of blood appeared on my arm where an IV had been just moments before. My green, bare feet pounded against the cold floors as I fled. To where, I didn't know. But I had to get away from the needle.

The others called after me, "Beast Boy! Beast Boy come back!", but I ignored them. I had to get away from the needle. Why did Cy have to pull out a needle? Because he wanted to help you. It wasn't his fault you freaked out. He couldn't have known. None of them could have. I must seem insane. Maybe I am. I don't really know anymore.

It felt like I wasn't controlling my own body anymore. I ripped off my belt, so Robin couldn't track me, and threw in under a pile of clothes in my bedroom, along with my communicator. Hmm. I guess I'm smarter when I'm scared. Then, I ran down to the basement without turning on a single light. I morphed into a cat (so I could see in the dark) and hid in a box, towards the back of the basement. There. No one would find me here. I was safe. Most likely, I would return in a few hours, but for now, it wasn't safe.

Panting slightly, I could feel my body growing weak with exhaustion. I knew my I would succumb to my fatigue soon. I honestly was in no state to run around wildly.

The basement was dark and creepy, which made it a great hiding place. I know for sure that more of the team was kinda freaked out by the basement. So, this is probably the last place they'll check and they will most likely assume that I'm terrified of the basement (I'm not), which will leave me with a few hours peace, calming down, and sleep.

If I woke up within a few hours, I would probably go back upstairs. I don't think Cyborg would try pulling out a needle around me for a while. And if I slept longer than that, hopefully Robin and the others would find me. They're smart. They'd be able to figure out my trick with my belt and communicator. But I shouldn't worry now. Now was the time to rest and regain strength. So I let my worries go; my memories couldn't hurt me now.

Sighing with relief, I closed my eyes. And fell deep into sleep. For now, at least, all was well.