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"Rae! Rae!" Someone was shaking me.


"Aggh!" I sat up in my bed fast enough to see a flash of black flowed by a green and blue tangle.

"Raven, what the-?" Beast Boy was dangling from my black powers, tangled in my bed sheets. As soon as I realized what had happened he dropped, head first.

"Ow!" I got up to help him get out of the knotted sheets. I could hear the warning bell in the hall. My room was blinking red light.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just the usual trouble. How'd you not hear that?" He leaned in to look at my face. Then he touched his hand to my forehead. I blushed and slapped it away.

"What?" I demanded.

"Calm down! I think you're getting a fever. Maybe you should sit this job out?" He tried to push me down on the bed.

"I'm fine!" I walked past him towards the door. Before I could make it out to the hall I blacked out.

"I can help out here. You guys go ahead. I'll man the fort."

Beast Boy? What happened? Was it an intruder? I tried to speak, but my words stuck in my throat.

"Raven?" I could feel something cold on my face. I shivered.

"Rae?" The cold was gone. "Rae? It's me. Beast Boy. Are you conscious?"

Duh, can't- wait, why can't I see anything? Beast Boy? Why aren't you answering?

"Rae? I'm gonna make you some soup and tea, okay? Don't push yourself to much."

Suddenly I could see a green arm disappear and walk towards the kitchen.

Beast Boy? Beast Boy! What's happening? Beast Boy!

"Bea…Beast Boy?" My voice cracked and it was raspy.

"Hey, I'm here." He sat down on the couch and brushed my hair out of my face. I would have blushed if my face wasn't already red with heat.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"You collapsed. You're really sick." He said. He didn't lift his hand from my face. "The others went to get some robbers. Just rest."

"Were they narwhales?"

"… What?" Beast Boy raised his eye brow at me.

"NAR. WHALES." I said clearly. "Obviously, what other pirates had narwhales with eye patches."

"What the he- Are you hallucinating?"

"Probertly. I hallociate when I'm sick."

"Hallo what? Whatever. I'm going to go get your tea. Don't… er, let the pirates get you." He tried to stand up, but I grabbed his hand.

"No." I laid it back on my face. "Stay… I'm about to fall asleep."

"O… Okay." I saw a glimpse of his face. It was red. So, he's sick, too.

As I started to fall asleep, I could hear him mumbling… No… That was me. I squeezed his hand.

"I love you, Garfield." My eyes started to close.


"Love… Gar…" I whispered.

Before I could sink into the darkness, I felt a small pressure on my lips.

Thanks for reading! ~Beia