48 Hours - Chapter 3

Halfway home, Beast Boy remembered the cut on Raven's hand. He had first been distracted with getting her out of there, and then just... her. Beast Boy held Raven's hand to her cloak. Maybe it would wipe off the blood. He was putting pressure on it, and if nothing else, maybe the others wouldn't notice. By the time they got to the tower, Raven was asleep. Or, at least Beast Boy thought she was asleep. She was quiet, and her breathing was steady. Hopefully he could get her inside and upstairs without anybody getting suspicious. Beast Boy had no idea why he was doing this. The logical thing would be to ask the others for help, see if anything was wrong. But, no, he kept on carrying her up the stairs.

Beast Boy brought Raven into the Ops room. He had taken her most of the way up the building, and wanted to take a breather before taking her the rest of the way to her room. BB placed Raven on the couch, where she proceeded to fall over on her side, now laying down.  A minute or so later, Raven started to wake up. She started moaning, and her head lifted up, her eyes opening slightly. Right about then, Robin walked in, holding an unopened can of soda. Taking one look at the paler than normal Raven, he came closer.

"Hey Raven, are you okay?" Robin asked, his face giving off a concerned look, despite the mask. Raven was quiet for a second, before her eyes widened like saucers.

"My tummy feels funny..." she said in an uncharacteristic voice. Suddenly, what was more than likely Raven's dinner came up, spattering all over the boy wonder, who had unfortunately stood right in front of the poor girl. Yeah, Beast Boy thought sarcastically, everything's just fine.

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Ten minutes later, Beast Boy was carrying Raven to the medical bay. Robin, after changing into a new uniform, had told him to have Cyborg look at her. To make sure she was okay, and see if there was anything strange in her system. Raven was still awake, but she had been quiet since the incident in the Ops room.

Beast Boy put Raven down on the bed, not quite sure she was ready to try standing up. Cyborg was a few feet away, moving around some medical equipment. He looked up as they entered the room. "Hey, Raven. Feeling better?" Raven shrugged, once again slumping over as if she didn't have the energy to sit upright. Cyborg took that opportunity to scan her vitals.

The next few minutes were quiet, as Cy did various tests to make sure she was fine."Well, huh."

Beast Boy ears perked up. "What 'huh'?" He had been sitting in a chair, starting to think about getting a videogame if these tests took any longer. Cyborg looked at Beast Boy' acknowledging the question, before turning back to the screen.

"I'm picking up something strange in her blood. Everything else so far has been fine, this has to be it. There are traces of alcohol and... something else. Did she drink anything at the party?"

Beast Boy shrugged. "I dunno, she was like this when I found her." He gestured to  girl a few feet away, staring at the ceiling in a dazed wonder.

Beast Boy walked over to the bed, paying close attention to its occupant. "Hey Rae, can you hear me?"

Raven turned her head towards the changeling and started giggling. "Hi again!" She said, her volume obliviously louder than everything else's.

Beast Boy waved away her overly joyous greeting, trying instead to get to the point. "Yeah, you too. Do you remember what happened at the party?"

Raven furrowed her brow, a sign that she was thinking hard in her intoxicated state. "Which party?" She asked, her voice only slurring a minimal amount.

"The party tonight, at the abandoned warehouse." Beast Boy answered.

Raven shook her head loosely, with a frown on her face. “I don’ wanna go.” Her response was followed by a small high-pitched yawn, before Raven closed her tired eyes.

Beast Boy and Cyborg looked at each other. “Go ahead and take her to her room,” Cyborg said, turning off the equipment. “She’s probably just drunk, it should wear off eventually.” The half-robot then bid them goodnight, going off to recharge until the morning.

Beast Boy then, assuming she was asleep, started picking Raven up to take her to her room. That assumption was then disproved as the said girl started giggling again, only this time they were accompanied by a “Whoosh!” and “I can fly!” Beast Boy smiled at her childish antics. Who knew Raven could be so carefree?

Raven’s sight had stopped wavering as much; the random swirls of color now sitting more still and making shapes. Looking at him with a big grin, she stated very bluntly; “Your skin is green.”

Beast Boy chuckled and shook his head as she continued. “I like green. It’s a happy color. Green makes me happy. Does green make you happy? Green makes me happy.”

Beast Boy exited the medical bay, then glanced at Raven. She was looking at him expectantly. He sighed. “Sure, Rae. Green makes me happy, why not?”

She smiled, once again linking her arms around the changeling’s neck. “Do you wanna know why green makes me happy?”

Beast Boy continued down the hall, heading for Raven’s room. “Why?”

Raven snuggled closer to his chest, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. “Because,” she started, “Beast Boy’s green. And Beast Boy makes me happy.”