EUPHORIA

Sickness

(Raven and Damien are already a couple and the titans live in a house but it apartments so they all have there own apartment but then a common room if you know what i mean)

Damian woke suddenly in the middle of the night, around 2 a.m. Something felt… off. The room was silent, but there was a heaviness in the air that pulled him from sleep. Instinctively, he glanced over at Raven, only to see her curled up tightly, her face contorted as if she was in discomfort.

He reached out to gently shake her shoulder, but froze when he felt how damp her skin was. She was covered in sweat, yet her body felt icy to the touch. The blanket was tangled at the foot of the bed, kicked off in her sleep. His heart clenched with concern as he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead—it was like touching fire.

“Raven?” he whispered, lightly brushing her cheek.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at him, her violet eyes glassy and unfocused, her nose pink and irritated. Her lips parted as she let out a weak cough, and Damian could see how exhausted she was. She seemed to struggle to sit up, finally rasping, “How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes. Are you alright, habibi?” His voice softened, the worry evident.

“No…” she admitted, her voice weak. “I feel awful. I’m so cold, but the sweat won’t stop.” She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her knees up to her chest in an attempt to keep warm, but her body shivered uncontrollably.

Damian felt a pang of helplessness, seeing her so vulnerable. Without another word, he slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, filling the kettle to make her some tea. He hated that he couldn’t take the illness away or do more for her, but he knew this small comfort might help. From the kitchen, he could hear her coughing again, the sound rough and painful, and he hastened back to the bedroom with the tea in hand.

When he returned, she was trembling even more, her entire body shaking rather than just shivering. He put the tea down quickly and moved to her side, pulling her into his arms. “Raven, talk to me. Are you alright?” he whispered, rubbing her back gently.

She looked up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Seeing her like this—a warrior who fought demons—his heart sank like a stone. Without hesitation, he wrapped her tightly in his arms, uncaring about the sweat on her skin or the feverish heat radiating from her. She let herself melt into him, feeling his strength and warmth as her breathing began to even out, and she rested her head against his chest.

After a few moments, she seemed a little steadier. “I’m… I’m going to take a shower,” she whispered, trying to sound strong, but her voice cracked.

“Take it easy,” he murmured, holding her as she wobbled to her feet. Before she could go far, he grabbed a fresh set of clothes from her dresser and tossed them into the bathroom for her.

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Once she finished her shower, Raven emerged, looking a little less flushed and fragile, but still not herself. Damian met her by the door, offering her the cup of tea. She took it gratefully, the warmth soothing her as she sipped, feeling herself gradually relax.

Damian was already sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard, scrolling through the options on the TV. He glanced over and patted the spot beside him, silently inviting her to join him. She didn’t need to be asked twice, climbing into bed and nestling into his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she took comfort in the warmth radiating from him. The steady rhythm of his breathing and his familiar scent—spiced and earthy—helped settle her.

He finally chose *The Lost World: Jurassic Park*, glancing down to see her faint smile as she murmured, “You and your dinosaur obsession…”

He chuckled softly, pulling her closer as the movie started, and she snuggled further into his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist. Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulders, resting his cheek against her hair, feeling her slowly relax against him. The room fell into a calm silence, save for the gentle soundtrack of the movie and the sound of her occasional soft breaths.

As the film went on, he realized she hadn’t moved in a while. He glanced down and saw her completely asleep, her head tucked against his chest, her breathing soft and steady. Titus, their loyal Great Dane, had climbed onto the bed at some point, curling up beside her with his head resting on her lap, as if he, too, wanted to comfort her. Damian couldn’t help but smile, his heart warming at the sight of her finally at peace.

Carefully, he turned the volume down so the sound wouldn’t disturb her and gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face, running his fingers through her hair like silk. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest, the occasional faint shiver still there. Without thinking, he wrapped his other arm around her, pulling the blanket over her as he settled in beside her.

As he watched her sleep, a feeling of contentment filled him. There was something deeply reassuring about being here for her, holding her close and knowing she felt safe with him. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and leaned back, closing his eyes as he held her.

For the first time, he wasn’t just Damian Wayne, the hardened ex-assassin; he was someone’s protector, someone’s comfort. And as he drifted off to sleep, he held onto that warmth, knowing he’d been a good boyfriend tonight, and that in this small moment, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.