No Need To Ask

My Night Blood

Summary: The reason why Luna is so okay with helping Raven, Luna's backstory

Author's note: I just made up the medical part where Nightblood is a form of hemophilia. And also the sonogram part, so correct me if that is incorrect (yes that is why it is as vague as possible).

Luna remembers that night clear as day, though Raven may not. That night two years ago at the Christmas party, everyone had essentially forgotten about her. Parties weren't really her scene and she tended to slip away into the corners. So it was near midnight when she slipped out.

The streets were dark and shadows were long. That's when slipped out of the shadows. Rowdy teenage boys who didn't know any better, and they jumped her. She pulled her forearms up in front of her, blocking the blows. She hears them laughing, and desperately punches back at faces that are a blur, she doesn't even see them, because there's too many. They rip her bag from her. She throws back several punches and hears a crack as her fist connects with a nose.

Another fist connects with her gut and she stumbles backward, falling. Boots connect with her ribs, and she curls up in an attempt to protect herself the best she can.

Then a voice echoes through the street. "Hey!" The pummeling ceases. Footfalls sound and get farther and farther.

Luna slowly lowers her arms, to see a feminine face peering down at her. "Are you okay, Luna?" The blackness slowly crowds into her vision as she tries to fight it off. She knows she should've been more careful, knows exactly what's happening because the pummeling has opened gashes and she can feel her blood trickling down her skin.

She had awoken to fluorescent lights that made her eyeballs hurt and a beautiful gaze hovering over hers. A grin immediately splits said face when Luna opens her eyes. "Y-you're awakeeeeee. Luna's awake",the woman giggles out in a slur, cheeks flushed and obviously drunk.

An IV is stuck to Luna's wrist as she props herself up, bandages pulling on her skin as she moves against them. The white walls of the hospital are all too familiar. "You... why are you here?"

"You introduced yourself earlier at the party. You were nice. And pretty. And you looked sad when you were leaving",Raven manages to get out in chunks, as if her brain is only working a few words at a time. Raven's beautiful eyes trail downwards to the bandages, "You wouldn't stop bleeding. Your blood was black. How is our skin not grey with blood that color?" Her eyes are full of intrigue rather than disgust. Luna admires how bold she is. She doesn't tiptoe around it, or cast her eyes down as if she pities Luna.

Perhaps it is because a girl who is obviously so intoxicated she can barely sit up in her chair, and is still actually clutching a bottle of alcohol in one of her hands looking over her in a hospital is so ridiculous that Luna tells the truth. Or maybe it's just because Raven is the first one in a long time who has cared enough to stay with her that long, the first person to remember she exists. Either way, she finds herself explaining it all to Raven, "I have nightblood. It's a type of hemophilia where my blood is black and won't clot like a normal person's. I continue to bleed a lot, longer than a normal person."

Raven seems to sober up for a second, "So you would've died if I hadn't stopped them."

Luna looks away, at the curtain next to the bed and gulps. "Yes", she croaks out. She doesn't like causing fights, causing people to stand up for her. She'd much rather people just be peaceful.

Raven seems to read her mind, "Don't worry your pretty head off. I didn't actually hurt the kids." Her words are back to slurring.

Luna turns around to look at Raven to respond when she realizes Raven is starting to lose her balance and teeter off her seat. She thrusts her hands out to grab Raven by the shoulders just in time. Luna lets out a breath of relief when she does. A puff of air against her hand from luscious lips makes her realize that Raven has fallen asleep. A moment is taken to relish this. This feeling that perhaps there is hope for this world if somebody strong and kind-hearted like Raven existed. A person like her could change the world.