Devil in My Mind

Mystic Medicine

As a german shepherd, Beast Boy sits in front of Raven's bedroom door and stares.

"It's past midnight, but I can't sleep. I'm too worried about Raven. She must be exhausted. Using all of her magic to keep someone else alive, it's gotta be hard on her. I don't wanna bother her but she needs me by her side, I can feel it."

The door slides open.

"You can come in, Beast Boy."

He immediately transforms into his human self and enters, finding her cross-legged on the floor, vials of colorful, textured ingredients all around her, a mortar and pestle in her hand.

"Hey, thanks, Raven. Are you, how are you doing? Er, what are you making? Can I help?"

"I'm making something I can give to Dante, medicine."

He sits across from her

"So that's what all this stuff is, huh. How you gonna give him medicine if he's not here?"

She pours the crushed mixture into a clay bowl that's already been filled with various, magical liquids. Carefully, she then places it on top of her magic mirror.

"This is everything I had to work with in my room. The rest of the ingredients are in the safe haven. When I meditate, I can send this to the part of me that's with him, and then I'll be able to finish the potion and offer it to him. I'm glad you're here, Beast Boy."

"Me too. I had a feeling you needed someone by your side."

"I'm glad that someone is you. Here, sit like me."

"Okay." He mimics her meditative pose, scooting closer to her. "How's this?"

"Yes, sit just like that. If you can hold onto my hands, I think it will make the visitation last longer. I can use your energy to enhance my powers. Is that okay?"

He lovingly holds her hands.

"More than okay!"

"Thank you, Beast Boy. Ready?"

"Ready!"

Meanwhile, in the sanctuary...

Dante awakes, still in the grass, but not feeling so hot. Sitting up is a struggle. It hurts his chest. He unzips his coat and presses his hand against his shirt, finding a lot of moisture. This time, he's ready to examine what's going on.

"Fuck, that's fresh blood."

Upset, he looks forward, straight ahead. Just a few feet away, a beautiful jaguar is watching him. This creature is demonically familiar, but the fact that it's green, gives it away that it's Beast Boy.

"I better not be dead."

Moaning, he slowly tries to get to his feet, in more pain than he had wanted to accept. Feeling quite sorry for him, Beast Boy comes closer and offers himself as a form of leverage. Thinking some water might help, he then chuffs to alert Dante to the sight of a flowing brook.

Limping and holding himself, Dante slowly uses BB's strong, feline body to stand, then stumbles to the stream, where he finds his aquatic reflection.

"Damn, Beast Boy, I look like shit." 

He's real messed up, like a soldier who most certainly perished, then decided to get up out of spite for reality. It's foreign to him. Scary even. 

"And what really sucks is how much I can feel it."

He splashes his face. The water is cool and calming and makes him consider...

"When Little Raven was in my lap, I felt fine. Where did she go? Raven?"