I'm Fine (book 2)

Lights Out

After some time talking on the rooftop. Nightwing got up to start some coffee for everyone. In his mind, it was the least he could do for keeping them up til 4am worrying about him. He wiped his face with his hand as he walked down the stairs from the rooftop just taking in everything. It was unreal to realize that you outlived everyone in your family at 22 years old but here he was in that situation. He got to the kitchen to see that the lights were left on. "That's weird, I thought Star and I were the last ones in here?" He mumbled to himself as he went to the cabinet to grab the ground coffee. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of a shoe dangling off of the sofa.

"Damien?" Nightwing whispered trying to see if he was awake. He finished starting the coffee pot and then quietly walked around to the arch shaped sofa. He felt his heart drop at the sight of a bloodied and unconscious Damien passed out on the sofa.

"Hey! Hey! Damien! Can you hear me??" Nightwing asked lightly tapping his freckled cheek to no avail. He checked his pulse, which was slow and his breath was light. He tore open his shirt to see where the blood was coming from. There was a gnarly carved cut on his chest that was still bleeding slowly. Nightwing moved quickly to tear part his shirt into strips and press the fabric into the cut to slow the bleeding. Nightwing scooped up Damien in his arms and hit the button in his communicator as he carried him to the hospital wing.

Nightwing was standing in a hospital apron and his boxers with his bare feet on the floor of the hospital wing room. He was starting to clean out the cut and stitch him up before Cyborg came in and answered the pager call. He walked up to the bizarre scene and started to check Damien's vitals.

"Didn't have time for pants?" Cyborg said with a smirk. Nightwing just shrugged with a grin as he tied the last stitch. Nightwing taped up the stitches with sterile gauze and sat down as he watched Cyborg draw his blood. "You found him in the living room you said? How did he get there like this?" Cyborg asked in disbelief.

"Your guess is as good as mine..." Nightwing mumbled as he watched Cyborg analyze the blood.

Raven went back to her room to go to sleep. She had heard about Damien but figured she shouldn't be healing unless it was a dire emergency. She sat on the edge of her bed training to work out the possibility of whether it was even possible for someone like her to even get pregnant from Beastboy. For starters, she was half demon and he was genetically unstable and mutant. There were a lot of questions to answer and no one had ever been in their position before, let alone have sex. Maybe it wasn't even possible and she had nothing to worry about. Maybe she wanted something to worry about. On the other hand, if it did happen, what if it killed her? That's a lot of potential power in one baby... she shivered at the thoughts. Crawling under her covers, she let her headache pull her back to sleep.

Beastboy woke up sweaty and panting from an out-of-place nightmare. He sat up and looked around the room trying to re-establish that the dream wasn't real. Thinking through the memory, the only way to make sure would be to check on Raven.