A/N: I'm so very irregular with my updates, I know. I'm working on an update for each story so hopefully they'll all be up soon. I've just been so busy it's not good. And I think I've broken my finger, which inhibits my typing abilities :(. EDIT: I accidentally wrote this chapter in first person and didn't realize it until I uploaded. Next chapter I'm switching back to third person.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Teen Titans is not mine.

Here In Your Arms

The rain came down hard around us. It was stinging my skin, and soon enough I was numb enough so I could no longer feel the steps I took. The large red letters twinkling 'Emergency' flashed in my mind and burned as much like fire as they appeared. I held Star's hand tightly because I knew that, as crushed as I felt in this moment, Star must've felt thirty times worse. She must've felt as if she should've been there, done something, stopped him; something like how I felt when I found out Beast Boy was dead. I gripped her hand harder, reliving that feeling of utter desolateness, to let her know that all was not lost. She squeezed back, but I barely felt it.

"Come on, hurry," Cyborg started, ushering us both into the emergency room waiting room.

Starfire held her face in her hands, stumbling into one of the thread-bare, off-white seats. The bright white reflecting off the walls was mocking us, somehow hoping to comfort us with it's intense luminosity. Of course, it didn't work. I was vaguely beginning to wonder if it ever did. I watched Cyborg go up to the front desk as my arm wormed around the sobbing alien's shoulders. She turned to me and began crying even harder into my shoulder.

After crying herself near dry, Cyborg solemnly walked back over.

"He's...uh..." he seemed to be saying something different, but then stopped and started his next sentence. "We can see him now."

Star stood up (well, I mostly pulled her up) and we followed Cyborg and a bright white nurse towards doors marked "emergency personnel only". Star began crying so hard that her sobs turned into deadly coughs. I patted her back gently, and she gave a hoarse cough that shook the hopsital to its foundation. The nurse stumbled a bit but continued to walk as if nothing had happened. Cyborg joined me on the other side of Starfire.

It didn't take long to figure that the door being heavily guarded by two large officers was the door we would find our boy wonder behind.

"Try to be quiet," the nurse started gravely, but looking pointedly at Starfire (the alien turned red and tried to stop a brand new flow of tears).

We gathered around his bed. He was laying there, half of his face bandaged and the other half red and blistered, covered in a plasma-like medication. His arms, bare of clothing, continued on, red and blistered, covered in the same medication. One of his hands was black. His opposite wrist was wrapped in a bandage. There were blue stitches, uncovered by a bandage, rolling deep across the top of his pectoral muscles.

Star fell into a large off-white chair and began to sob all over again.

"He's comatose," the nurse began. "We're...do you want to hear the worst?" she asked, picking up the clipboard at the foot of his bed.

Star began to cry harder.

"We want to hear the truth," Cyborg responded for all of us, though I didn't really prefer the truth.

I sank into a chair next to Starfire as the nurse took a shaking breath.

"He sustained massive injuries. We're not sure if he'll ever be able to use that hand again. Half the skin of his face is burned off, so he'll need a reconstructive surgery if he wakes up. As-"

"Wait, what?" Cyborg challenged. "If he wakes up?"

"We're not sure, as it is now, if he will wake up or not. Of course we will not be taking him off life support for a good long while as we would, honoring wishes of other citizens, but he might be comatose for the rest of his life. And..." she hesitated. "We're not sure of his mental state if he wakes up. We're led to believe he may have lost many brain cells during the battle and might be...well-please don't make me say it."

Starfire cried out loud and filled her hands with tears. I rubbed her back gently. We all knew what she was trying to say.

"Robin!" she sobbed. "He is-strong! He will be ok. He must be ok!"

She dropped her head onto his bedside and sobbed into his sheets. She was a very pathetic person (A/N: the word pathetic comes from the word pathos meaning emotion, so when I say pathetic, I mean emotional. Not the negative connotation of the word meaning silly or stupid.)

"I need to...I need to go to the bathroom," I excused, not being able to handle to pounding rain outside and Star's heavy sobs followed by Cyborg's consistent beeping. "I'll be..."

I didn't bother to finish my sentence before wafting from the room, eerily serene for someone in my situation.

The hallway lights flickered as I strode towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. I felt something like ice wrap around my arms. An abnormally cold wind in such a closed space. The lights flickered again. I heard a sound like gas hissing from a broken pipe and turned every which way, sensing danger. My guard fell, though, once I saw the encased onyx face of Red X peeking out from behind a hopsital room door. I looked each way and cantered quickly inside, my frist thoughts as to how he managed to find me here.

"Raven," he sighed as I fell into his arms, hugging him tightly.

So the tears began to fall. My hand encased his cheek under his mask, eager to touch his warm skin (and hopefully salty tears) to remind me that I wasn't the only one feeling this pain. I felt the moist cheeks beneath his facade and breathed deeply. I'm not the only one.

"How is he?" he asked, holding the back of my head whilst his other arm wrapped protectively around me. I felt safe with his small yet powerful muscles entangled about me.

"They don't think he's going to wake up. He sustained major head injuries. He's burnt all over. It's awful, Garfield."

He pressed his mouth against my shoulder, still somewhat damp from the rain. My hand fell to his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart. That was another thing we had in common at the moment.

"I can't help seeing his face. His mangled face, half of it raw flesh."

"But how do you know?" I asked curiously, my eyebrows furrowing out of instinct.

"I saved him, Rave. I saved him from the fire that Slade ordered Plasmus to cause. He was there before any of you all were, because I had given him the tip-off. It was all my fault he was there."

"But you saved him. That must count for something."

"Not if I didn't save him in time."

Neither of us wanted to think about that possibility.

"We'll stop him. I promise," I cried, the most emotion I had shown in a long while. "Don't ever give up, Gar."

"Not with you by my side. Never with you on my side," he reassured me.

I bit my lip and pulled away from our lengthy embrace, wondering if I should tell him all I had been thinking. He seemed to notice I was preoccupied and tilted my chin upwards.

"Raven?"

And yet.

I chewed on the skin. He looked at me, head cocked, concern brimming those wonderful emerald eyes.

"I'm fine, really," I started, too convincing for my own good.

And yet, he was still not convinced.

"I'll come see you later on...maybe tonight. I have some business to take care of."

"You always have business to take care of," I started, my words muffled into his shoulderas we embraced once more. "BB, I just need someone to be here with me right now. I need someone to help me through this. A weight is lifted knowing you're here, you're alive, but everything else that can gone wrong has. Robin is dying in a hopsital bed. There's three able-body Titans left. We need all the help we can get."

"And I'll be there every step of the way."

He rested his lips on my forehead. I leaned into him.

"Good. There's no place else I could be but here in your arms."

I could feel him smile sadly against my skin.

"Until tonight," he whispered.

I watched him step back, towards the window, towards the carnage on the other side. I had heard a fierce lightning bolt crack in the distance only moments before, and feared he would not make it. But then I remembered, he was strong.

He looked back, his eyes brimmed with emotion.

I smiled, feeling the gem on my chest turn warm, and my heart rise into my throat.

"Goodbye."

Here In Your Arms

Cyborg and I left long after the rain had subsided. We gave Starfire the rest of the day so she could say anything she wanted without being disrupted by us. We both knew she had a lot of air to clear, even if he wasn't conscious to hear it. I held Cyborg's hand in mine, looking for some strength, as we made our way up to the kitchen for a late lunch. I didn't feel much like eating at the moment, so I had a cup of tea. Cyborg must've really been depressed because he did not eat either (and tried to deny the grumbling of his stomach).

I sat in my room, meditating. Although not necessary with my amulet, it helped to calm me. I heard the sliding of a window and a light gust of air entered my room. There was a 'whoosh' and a light thud unto my carpet.

"What time is it?" I asked aloud, very aware of his presence.

"About six," he started, and I heard another thud.

I peeled open my eyes to see he had taken a seat on his rear on the carpet, his face devoid of a mask.

"I have to keep up appearances, Raven. I have a concert tonight that I have to go to. Jared and Tommy already suspect there's something up with me. I can't seem suspicious and give my secret away anymore. I'm telling them that I'm moving away in two days, but for now, I have to stay as normal as possible. Everyone already thinks Keith has gone to medical school in India."

"I understand."

"I would rather do anything but play tonight though..." he hesitated. "Will you come with me? Make me feel a bit more comfortable?"

I thought about it for a minute. I wouldn't mind getting away. I wouldn't mind being with Garfield for the night. I gave a slight nod then smiled nervously.

"Sounds...sounds good."

I didn't tell the Titans. Or what was left of them. Star and Cy thought I had gone to bed, but Beast Boy knew better. I sat behind him, curled safely into his warm body as we navigated the streets of Jump City. I curled my arms tight around his waist, my fingers grazing over his stomach. The simple act of my cheek nuzzling his shoulder filled us both to the very brim with a strange feeling we had long since forgotten.

Adam greeted us affectionately at the door. He sent me his pity, having heard about Robin ("And right after Beast Boy, too. He was my favorite"). Garfield put his hand on my lower back and gently shuttled me towards the stage at the not-yet-rocking club. I felt safe; protected somehow. I looked into his unfamiliar yet warm baby blue eyes and knew why.

"We're the firs band to play. After this I'll make some small talk and we can leave right away. I don't want you to be far from the tower when Robin's in the condition he is."

I nodded mutely.

"I'll be right back."

He left me sitting in an old armchair, watching as he hopped up on stage. He grabbed his guitar from a stand near the lead microphone. For a good five minutes he stood there, warming up his voice and tuning his guitar, while his other bandmembersdid the same. Raven now knew them as the lead bassist, Jimmy, the second guitarist, Derrick, the drummer, Blaze, and the keyboardist, Thom (pronounced 'Tom', he's very OCD about the spelling of his name).

"Found Me Again," he announced, and the crowd cheered. "This one's for you, Rae," he said into the microphone, his eyes boring into mine.

I turned away and blushed, unnoticed in this dark crowd.

"One, two, one, two, three, four!"

It was a slow and sweet melody. I couldn't hear most of the lyrics, but I did catch a single line. It went something like "I left without a trace but you could match my pace, you were right there when no one else was, I was dead until you found me again".

"I was lost among men, but you found me again," He coed sweetly into the microphone, the last strum of his guitar dying against the walls.

His eyes almost seemed to be glistening.

Here In Your Arms