Trust and Faith

Treatment

The Sun beamed down brightly onto their bed. An almost unbearable heat encompassing their bodies. The smell of sweat more than lingered in the air. Emerging from the messy pile of clothes on the floor, and the tired couple in bed. Their arms and legs around each other, the bed sheets an absolute mess.

Waking up, Raven barely registered her own sweat and heat, feeling Damian sweating himself to a pool. His breathing was rapid and he seemed to have a fever. Clearly, he was ill.

Raven looked to her boyfriend, still asleep and breathing like a maniac. Worry took her; he was not sick. It was a simple fact. Damian Wayne didn't get sick.

She checked his forehead that was glistening with sweat. This was definitely a fever. The heat was not so unbearable to cause all that. Especially considering the massive wet patch on the bed, courtesy of all the sweat.

"Dami. Dami, wake up. Come on, Love wake up." Raven said as she pushed him slightly. He wouldn't budge, but his eyes slowly started to open. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly he hadn't actually had much sleep, despite him being fine the night before.

"Ugh. Morning, Raven. Do you want some breakfast?" Damian groggily asked. He was still sweating. His eyes were barely open. The smile, from Raven's experience, was forced. A bad attempt at assuring her that he was fine.

"Don't. Even. Think about it..." Raven told him imperatively. "...if you think you can escape the fact that you have a fever and you can just do anything like usual, you're an idiot."

Damian turned his head to the side. A long sigh coming out of his mouth. Clearly, he had lost without even getting to try. What Raven said would go if he was sick. There was no avoiding it. He hated to be treated like he would break, but now, it was unavoidable.

Raven frowned, she knew of Damian's feelings of being worried over. She found herself to be an exception most of the time. If it weren't for this, Damian probably would've talked about the fact that Raven got hit by a car the day before. A subject that Raven didn't want to visit; her clumsiness was not something she liked to talk about.

"I'm not that sick." Damian naively protested. Raven would not allow this. He would not do anything. He would stay in bed all day if she had to make him.

Raven got out of bed, the hot temperature proving too much for her to remain. She made her way to the other side of the bed where Damian was looking. His expression was one of misery. Not being able to do what he liked all day would be a severe drain on him.

Raven knelt down and placed her hand over his cheek. She felt his warm hands hold hers down. Raven was surprised, but she didn't move away, she instead smiled and kissed his lips slowly. Damian returning the gesture as much as he could with what little strength he had.

"You don't have to hold my hand down. I'm not going anywhere." Raven comfortably told him. Yet still, Damian held on.

"Your hand is cool. I'm too hot." Damian mumbled in a way Raven found cute.

"I'll get you a cold drink and a nice breakfast, how does that sound?" Raven asked in a slightly cheerful way.

"No.  I don't want to be a burden. I don't want you to leave me." Damian said sadly. His voice was somber, he was having bad thoughts. This was something he went through before at the League. Any illness meant he would be met with the burning sensation from a fire and then left in the cold outside. His mother, always leaving him to his fate.

Raven picked up on his sorrow and hugged his head to her chest, her head resting on his. She stroked his hair, letting it run through her fingers, his soft her felt like on of the softest things in the world.

"I don't really have to tell you this, but I will. I will never, ever leave you. If you're in trouble I'll be right there. If you're sad I'm there. If you're angry I'm there. I will be there for you, always." Raven confessed. She found his eyes, barely open, looking up to her with a grateful look in them. "You'll be ok. I'm gonna get you you some breakfast. I don't care if you don't like being treated like this. I will baby you." She confidently told him.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Raven. I love you. Please get sick so I can baby you back." Damian muttered out with a smile. Clearly he was running out of coping mechanisms.

"Don't wish that on me!" Raven protested jokingly. A smile greeted her face as she pulled her face away from his to look at him and then be off to make his breakfast.

Raven got up after placing a kiss on Damian's head. She moved over to the end of the bed, picking up her clothes and preparing to put them away and fetch new ones.

"Please don't." She heard Damian say.

"What? Why?" Raven asked curiously as she was about to pull her underwear out. Still turned around and now looking at Damian.

"I want you to stay like that while you do it. Just don't put the blinds up." Damian told her.

Raven's mouth gaped in shock. He was seriously telling her to do that. She smirked. Realising what he wanted. Knowing that he knew she was only comfortable naked around him, the person who loved every part of her.

"Just for this morning then, you horny bastard. I'm completely naked." Raven emphasised.

"Yep. Lucky me." Damian joked.

Raven rolled her eyes, seeing that this was a matter of making Damian feel better as well. Maybe it just took his mind off things. Either way she would do it for him, just like he would do the same for her.

"Don't push your luck, horny boy wonder." Raven threatened, maintaining her smirk.

Raven ended up treating him all day, to Damian's dismay. He never like to be weak. Still, he was thankful and Raven wanted to make him feel better as much as she possibly could.

Raven knew that Damian wanted to focus on the potential return of the League as well. It was important to him and she would do everything she could to help him. Emphasised when she returned from patrol that night and returned with a blade providing conclusive proof that the League had returned.