Chapter Seven
Three weeks later she's not alright.
In fact she wakes up in the morning feeling like death. Her body aches and she feels drowsy and her eyes can't stand the light and her throat is all dry and sore. She feels terrible at 5.00am in the morning, when usually she's at her best. So she does the smart thing and wraps the covers around herself and goes back to bed.
But of course her boyfriend comes knocking a mere thirty minutes later because it's their ritual to watch the sunrise over Jump city together and Raven hadn't shown up. Normally, someone would consider the fact that said girl decided to just stay in bed but this is Raven and Ravens never late (not to this). So obviously the overprotective dork has a dozen and one case scenarios on WHY which turn into two dozen and one when the mage girl doesn't respond to their link and so he comes to check on her. It's actually very sweet, but Ravens sick and just wants to sleep so she gives a (possibly) over exaggerated moan of "Go AWAY Damian," before coughing like she's going to die. Mid way through her coughing her lungs out there's a hand on her shoulder and a glass of water being offered to her. She gladly accepts it and keeps it on her bedside table and snuggles back into her covers. And then sits right back up (Azar does she regret it because it makes her head spin). Who was in her-
"Damian?" She asks, staring at the figure who sits on the edge of her bed. "How did you get in here?" And her words must be coming out jumbled or slurred because he gives her a look of fond amusement but there's worry hidden behind his green gaze. "Lay back down," he says, gentle but firm. She does because sitting up hurts her head. "Do you know what's wrong?" he asks. She gives a non committal no before closing her eyes and shutting him out.
And Damian tells Kori that Ravens sick and basically rattles on all his possible theories ranging from meta human poison to something to do with Trigon because there are so many things that could be wrong and-
"She has a cold Damian,"
A cold.
"It'll probably become fever but it'll wear off. She's fine."
Raven has a cold and the words nearly give him a heart attack because Raven doesn't, SHOULDN'T get colds. Her white blood cell count was higher than any normal humans (only it obviously didn't affect her like it affected them) instead it gave her body the ability to heal itself at an accelerated rate. Wounds that would take the rest of them months to heal would take her only a week to get over, and the red marks that he leaves on her neck disappear within an hour. She hasn't gotten sick without some other mystical or outer cause for as long as Damian has known her and to his knowledge even before so his mind runs like a roller coaster with everything that could be wrong.
He reminds Kori of this. But it's Raven who answers, her eyes still closed and body wrapped up in her dark covers. She mutters something about magic and she's had it before and she'll be fine and for him to shut up and let her sleep.
"Let's let her rest Damian," Kori says ushering him out of the room despite his protests. And he worries (It is really ridiculous and stupid how much) an hour or two later he's still thinking about it and trying not to think about it because he's sure it must show through their bond. 'Yeah it does,' he jumps as Ravens voice echoes through his head. 'It's really sweet but I'm fine. I promise, I just need rest and medicine like normal and I'll get better. Stop thinking about it. I'll explain later kay? I promise.' 'Ok.' He awnsers and he forces himself to stop his worrying because Raven says she'll be fine and he trusts her.
Two days later Ravens not back to 100% but she's not breaking out in fever anymore so that's good. 'Are you SURE you're alright?' he asks, glancing at her over his shoulder. Raven is sitting on one of the stools by the kitchen counter while he makes her herbal tea. (She can make it herself but she knows when to pick her battles and her boyfriend doting over her isn't really something she needs to fight) Raven rolls her eyes at him. 'I'm fine Damian,'
'No offence beloved but you're sick and you're part demon. You don't usually GET sick unless there's something wrong'
This draws a quiet laugh from the mage girl and Damian thinks the sound is beautiful. 'There's a version of the cold that's actually a curse. I'm as susceptible to it as anyone else. That's what this is, it's just a cold that can be caught by half demons and it'll pass. I've caught it before.' She senses him relax and she senses his embarrassment at being so worked up over nothing, she smiles gently because it's cute. (But she doesn't laugh because she knows that he's scared of the gentleness that comes to him regarding their relationship, and she knows that he'll reflexively take laughing as being mocked so she doesn't laugh because they're not there yet.) Then she pauses turning to look at him, a surprised look gracing her face as his earlier words sink in.
'Beloved?' she asks, her voice in his head is soft, and sounds almost scared that she's heard wrong. And he realizes then that that is what he called her. There's nothing wrong with it, so he shrugs because she is loved. He does love her. 'I love you too Damian,' she says, and there's a wave of emotions that's proof to her words. But then they continue with what they were doing because that's just how they roll.
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B'shert
FanfictionB'Shert (n). Lit. "Destiny"; Referring to the seeking of a person who complements you and whom you complement perfectly.