I Do Not Own Teen Titans or Young Justice
Patching Each Other Up…
Collecting holes and other assortment of wounds was a normal occurrence for him, he'd taken everything from a cut to death, how much worse could it possible get!? It wasn't like it was new to him, far from it. The only new thing was that Raven was with him, and she looked way worse than he felt.
How'd they get here?
Well, he'd tell you. He'd managed to talk his girlfriend of six months into taking a break with him, a vacation of sorts; no he wasn't calling it a vacation! He wasn't going to turn into a couple sap of a guy, it was not happening, and also, he and Raven had the biggest commitment issues which was why they worked together. Also, they'd been going about this thing between them slowly, he wasn't willing to get betrayed again, and she wasn't willing to put her heart on the line. However, they worked, and they were good together, she made him laugh and feel safe, and the sex was fucking amazing.
So, how'd he get here, applying pressure to his demon semi-girlfriend's side?
Simple, even on a fucking break he couldn't seem to escape the League of Assassins and they'd blown up the hotel; and he knew it was them because he had seen Talia fucking al Guhl sauntering down the hall as he made his way to his room where Raven was. He'd come running into their room, shouted for Raven who stepped out of the shower looking thoroughly confused. Then… BOOM!
"Raven, Rae, come on sunshine, look at me!" he pleaded with his Raven, she hummed as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Ow," she mumbled.
"You're going to be alright, you're going to be okay," he chanted to himself as he looked about the cavern of rubble he was surrounded by and felt his heart sinking; the thought of not again floated through his mind. Her blood was soaking his hands, and he desperately looked around for a clotting agent or a one of his guns for bullets, nothing. He needed to leave her to look, but he couldn't release the wound unless he wanted her bleeding out.
"Kay, this is going to hurt, a lot, but I need you to trust me," he said as the ideas flooded him.
"Trust you, cold," she slurred. He took that as consent as he gingerly leaned over her and pressed his lips to her brow. He hoped to God that this worked, he moved fast the moment he yanked his hands away from the gaping hole in her side. dark blood poured from it as he ripped off his jacket, yanked his shirt off, grabbed her towel and tried to make a compress bandage as he yanked off his belt and secured his patch job on her side. she was so tiny, it scared him as he gingerly lifted and maneuvered her into his jacket.
"I'm not leaving, but I have to look for something to help close up that wound," he said as he moved her black hair away from her brow.
"'S'fine," she mumbled. "Stay."
"No baby, I need to get help, and supplies to help you," he whispered.
"Kay, don le've," she muttered and then her eyes rolled back in her head as her eyes fluttered shut. Shit! He pressed his fingers to her pulse, relieved to feel it there, faint and steady. Scrambling to his feet he ignored the pain in his thigh and calf as he started looking through the debris of what had once been a nice hotel n London.
Jason looked around for what he wanted and he found a gun, now he needed a lighter, which was missing off his person for some reason, however he didn't slow as he searched. It was going to hurt, but he figured her being a demon would up her odds of surviving this. Finding what he sought he checked it before he ran back to Raven, he felt his own blood sliding down his leg, he looked down at Raven's paler form and winced.
This was going to hurt, it was probably a good thing she was passed out.
He worked as fast as he could without causing more harm than good, though this was painful either way. When he was don't the bleeding had significantly reduced, and Raven didn't even moan in pain. Panicked at that realization he pressed his fingers to her throat and felt her steady, but faint pulse, still stubbornly beating away. The relief of feeling that was monumental as he sat back, wincing at his own bruises and cuts.
"Bombing fucking suck, if you're not doing them," he muttered as he picked up a piece of metal and started making noise for the rescuers.
The panic he felt welling up in him at being buried alive again was coming in full raging force now that he didn't have a task to focus on. He felt himself trembling and the fear welling up as he tried not to scream and start clawing his way through the rubble. Everything was too small, everything too tight, there wasn't enough air to breath, there wasn't enough room to think it was too dark and his mind was deteriorating as he continued to rhythmically bang away to alert someone; anyone to his and Raven's presence.
"Please, please, please," he chanted, he wanted to get out of her.
"Jason," Raven's tired voice had him whirling around on her.
"Rae!" he dropped the pipe as he scrambled back over to her, his leg giving out as he pulled himself the rest of the way. He wasn't alone, he was not stuck in this alone.
"What happened?" she murmured as he took her hand and his bloody fingers moved her hair aside again.
"There was a bombing, my fault, sorry," he murmured.
"You're scared," she breathily whispered.
"Not a fan of enclosed, dark, underground space," he admitted with a humorless laugh.
"I'll… I'll get us out," she whispered.
"No, you're too weak," he said stubbornly.
"Be fine," she mumbled as she grabbed his hand.
"Raven, you're not dying because of Magic loss, or blood loss, you cannot leave me like this!" he snapped.
"Not leaving," she muttered. "Just moving, and don't die, just… cease to be."
"That makes no sense," he warned her. She smiled humorlessly, there was blood staining her teeth and he felt his heart sink as his mind started pointed out everything wrong with her. She was dying, they needed to get the hell out of here.
"Trust me," she panted.
"No dying on me, Raven," he warned seriously.
"'Salright," she slurred as she held his hand tight, her other hand weakly spread beside her and they fell, he didn't yelp, he grabbed her and wrapped his larger form around her just before they hit the grass just outside of their hotel.
"Ow," he muttered.
"I got you," she murmured, Jason didn't remove his arms from around her as he was frozen in place, the pain he felt was slipping through his body, moving to the points her hands were resting on his chest, the moment the pain was gone there was a flood of calm and he let out a shuddering breath as she gave a moan of pain before she was a limp noodle again. Slowly sitting up he noticed that the myriad of bruises he was supposed to be supporting were gone, and that the mangled gash on his leg was healed. Raven on the other hand seemed to be seeping more blood. getting to his feet he ran to where the first responders had set up triage as he shouted for help.
"I need some help here!" he shouted as he came skidding to a halt, a paramedic meeting him half way.
"This is Raven of the Titans, she's got a nasty wound on her side, she's half demon, half human," Jason filled in as she was set down to be looked at.
"And your name, sir," they asked.
"Dick," he blurted out. both medics gave him a blank look. "Richard Grayson, I go by Dick," he lied.
"We'll take care of her, go get yourself," they ordered as other medics surrounded him. Jason just slipped away, knowing now they'd have to track Dick down and call him to the hospital because Jason knew either Dick or Victor was her emergency contact. He didn't know which. Walking out of the scene he stole a sweatshirt and picked up some shoes as he walked the street and he let out a low shuddering breath as he stopped in the alley and felt the tears welling up. This was all his fault.
He couldn't have stayed at the triage, he couldn't even go to the fucking hospital, the League of Assassins was after him again and hanging around all those people would attract trouble. And even if he wasn't a fucking hero, he wasn't enough of a selfish asshole to want innocent people killed in whatever crossfire was coming.
Looking down at his hands he winced seeing all of Raven's blood on them before he stuffed them in the pockets of the hoodie he had and he made his way to the nearest public restroom. Locking himself in he scrubbed his hands raw as he tried to rid them of all the blood.
The fury finally rose in him as he watched Raven's blood slide down the sink before he snarled and glared in the mirror using every ounce of restraint he had. Stalking out of the store he moved to his nearest safe house. He'd just had to helpless watch Raven dying, and he had been trying to patch her; if they wanted to piss him off and make it personal, they won. He was going to burn their game to the ground now.
Out of town tomorrow, posting this early.
That's all for now folks!
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