AN: Thanks to all my reviewers! I really appreciate the input. So here's another chapter. As always, let me know what you think and I'm open to suggestions for a title for the story.

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His sensitive ears picked up the beeping of the machines surrounding him as he drowsily blinked his eyes open. The fluorescent lighting stung and he quickly shut them, trying to mutter a curse but found his mouth to be far too dry to make any sort of word. He waited a few moments, trying to gather himself before he opened one eye and then another, looking about, his surroundings slowly but surely coming into focus.

The sterile smell of Jump City Hospital wafted into his nose, causing him to scrunch it up in disgust; he'd always hated the smell of hospitals. His neck was stiff and hurt as he did his best to turn his head to one side then the other as he looked for anyone who might've been in the room, but he found that he was all alone.

Gar knew that his friends were probably outside stressing everyone out in the waiting room. He could see it now, Dick pacing like a madman, Vic staring off into space or fighting with Dick, the two young men blaming each other for one thing or another, Star either crying or trying to calm down the other two boys, and Raven…well, he wasn't sure what she would be doing. He'd never been able to predict her actions.

He wasn't sure how long it'd been since the attack, but he'd felt as though he'd been asleep for a long time. Normally he wouldn't have cared, but this was a different situation. Gar wanted to know if he was all right and would be ready for active duty any time soon. His right hand moved out, searching for the call button for a nurse and after a few minutes he finally found it. He pressed down on the button and when no one came immediately, Gar pressed it again.

Finally, a nurse with long blonde hair and amazing blue eyes walked in with a sweet smile on her face. "Well, it's nice to know that you're awake, Mr. Logan. You've had us worried these past few days."

Days? Did she just say days? He thought, some part of him panicking. "H-ho…" He cleared his throat. "How long have I been out?" he finally managed to croak out, his voice just above a whisper.

The nurse walked over to a table where a pitcher of water sat, poured him a glass, and then helped him to take a sip of it, which Gar was all too thankful for, the cool liquid extinguishing the burning sensation in his throat.

"Four days," she finally answered. "Your friends have been by many times to see you." She gave him a friendly smile. "Now, I'll go inform the doctor that you're up, he'll come in and take a look at you, and I'll also notify your friends, all right?"

He smiled and gave a nod. He watched as the nurse walked out of the room, then let out a deep sigh.

"Four days," he repeated. I wonder how the others have been...

Raven looked into her teacup, watching the spoon as she stirred and stirred, like she had been doing for the past five minutes. The Common Room was unusually quiet and as much as she had once longed for the silence, Raven found that it just didn't seem the same without videogames being played or arguing occurring over God knows what between Vic and Garfield.

"Man, this place sure isn't the same, is it?" asked Dick, who'd been watching Raven.

"Huh?" she asked, finally looking up and meeting his gaze.

The corners of his lips quirked upwards. "The silence. It gets to you."

"I…" She sighed. "Yeah, it does," she replied sadly.

"Don't worry, Raven. Gar will be fine. He's a strong one, a fighter. And don't you be feeling guilty for what happened."

"I'm not," she said defensively.

"Raven, we have a bond. I can feel it. You've been blaming yourself."

Her eyes narrowed and she ended up spitting out, "Haven't you?"

Dick frowned. "Yes. I have."

Raven knew she'd stepped out of line. She didn't what was wrong with her. Sure, her and Gar had always had each other's backs but…what he'd done. It could've killed him…it almost did. And at that thought she found herself becoming swept up in a whirlwind of emotion because he'd been foolish enough to do something so irrational. She sighed deeply. No, he hadn't been irrational. He'd just done his job.

She looked up to her leader. "I was out of line."

"Don't worry about it, Raven. We're all a little on edge," Dick said reassuringly.

Just then the phone rang and Dick got up from his place at the table then picked it up.

"Hello? Yes. Really? Well, that's great!" He said and at that statement Raven felt something within her perk up. "We'll be down as soon as we can. Ok. Thank you." He hung up.

"Well?"

He turned to her and smiled. "He's up. We can go see him. I'll go tell the others."

And with that Dick practically ran out of the room to go tell his friends the good news, leaving Raven to sit alone at the table. She felt a wave of relief wash over her at the news and suddenly she felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She'd never gone with the others to see him. She'd always waited until nighttime, when she could have privacy. Raven had even begun to talk to him a bit, hoping that somehow he could hear her words. The feelings she'd started to feel after Gar had been hurt were new and confusing. Everytime she'd stepped into the elevator to return to the Hospital lobby, some part of her had felt foolish. Who ever had spent time managing to confuse a man who was completely out of it? Let alone, when did Raven start to feel the need to know that he was just there, alive, safe.

Her violet-blue eyes watched as his chest rose up and down evenly, almost in rhythm with the heart monitor. A pale hand had reached out to take a hold of his strong green one, holding it gently. She scooted herself and her chair a bit closer, her eyes moving to look over his face. He looked so still, peaceful, calm - three words Raven never would've dreamed that she'd use to describe the happy-go-lucky, ADHD Beast Boy.

Stubble had sprouted on his chin. Every night she'd look at him and find something that she'd never noticed before. A scar, a shade of green a bit darker than another, the patch of fine hair that had grown on his nose, giving him a more beastly look. And as she looked him over, Raven found that each individual charateristic that stood out to her made her realize how much he'd truly changed over the past two years.

"Yo Raven!" came Vic's voice, snapping her out of the memory. "Let's go! B.B.'s waitin'!"