¿There really isn't... a reason?

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I threw up again in the toilet, hoping that this horrible feeling in my stomach will go away.

No, it never did. Because when did anything go right in my life... right?

Beastboy grabbed my hair and held it out of my face, rubbing my back as I had my face positioned over the rim of the toilet.

Well, he was one of the things that went right.

I leaned back because I was done, flushing the toilet and slowly getting up.

I grabbed more mouthwash that we kept in the cabinet and swished it out, spitting it in the sink.

My head still pounded as I turned around.

He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing a wash cloth and ran it under the water in the sink.

I nodded, feeling out of breath and the room felt like it was burning up.

I put my hand on my head, desperate to get the pain to stop.

"Can we go back to your room?" I asked, feeling my legs about to give out.

"Yeah." He said, grabbing his crutches he leaned against the door.

I walked slowly back to his room, and as soon as we got there I laid down in his bed.

He sat beside of me and put the wet cloth he had gotten and put it on my head.

I instantly felt a cool relief, and I pressed it closer to my head.

"Thank you." I closed my eyes, feeling tired as I had been.

I can't go to sleep again.

I've slept more in the past few days than I have in my whole life.

It had been a few days since the fight with Slade.

Well, I mean I have been woken up about every hour.

My thoughts were cut off when I felt Beastboy kiss me.

I dove into my favorite fairy tale.

He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to see what he was doing.

"What was that for?" I asked, playing with his hair.

"Do I always have to have a reason?" He joked kissing me again.

I played with his hair as our kiss became more passionate.

He pulled away and sat his crutches on the floor. He crawled in bed next to me, and our kiss continued.

I played with his hair, keeping my eyes closed as I was trying to take in this perfect moment.

This perfect moment between us.

It made me not think about all the sickness I was feeling.

He placed one last kiss on my lips.

He smiled at me, and it once again lit up my world.

My communicator rang, and I rolled my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Beastboy asked me.

It was a message from Robin.

"Robin. He wants me to talk to him privately." I sighed getting up.

"Rae you can tell him to wait. You're really sick, dude, and he's not going to make it any better." He told me as I grabbed my cloak.

"I just want to get it over with. So I can have the rest of the day with you." I walked back over and kissed him.

"I would love that." He smiled, before turning on his Tv. Cyborg had moved it closer to the bed so he could watch it when he was laying down.

My knees felt wobbly but I ignored it.

I just wanted to get this talk over with.