Fandom Beast Boy and Raven (Closed)

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Garfield started seeing spots and shook his head in order to clear his vision. While Rachel talked to Cheetah he decided to chime in here and their. “Who needs a lasso of submission? That sounds pretty weird.” He said with a small laugh.

Garfield turned into his Mushu and flew up in the air. “Let’s go before they blame us or something.” He said as he started flying out one of the broken windows from the flight and heading to the alley nearby. Once there he landed and noticed his stomach was hurting a little from the scratch and tried to ignore it for now.

“Rae can we go home now…I-I feel tired…” The adrenaline started wearing off and the poison took its place in Garfield’s bloodstream. He held his head that gave a bit of tired vibe to it but in actuality his head started to hurt. As soon as they got through the portal Garfield stumbled onto the couch and laid on his back. “I don’t feel so good….” As he laid there he got very cold and began shivering. The wound at which he was cut showed three slashes that were turning a sickly purple.

 

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Rachel can now see the lights from the cop cars. Garfield had already transformed into a Mushu and took off. Rachel enveloped herself in her raven soul self and took off after him, the laughter of Cheetah still ringing in her ears.

Upon reaching the alley, Rachel had noticed that Gar was looking a little paler than usual. That and he didn’t have a comical retort planned. “Ok, let’s just get you back home,” Rachel said, holding him by the arm and helping him through the portal back to her department.

Rachel watched helplessly as Gar flopped himself down onto the couch, and that’s when Rachel noticed the slashes through his shirt.

“Oh no,” she said quietly, rushing to kneel down on the couch by his side. “Gar. Stay awake, ok? Can you look at me?” She placed a hand on his forehead, he was burning up and yet he was shivering, sweat drenching his brow.

Cheetah’s laugh was flooding her ears, but she pushed it away to focus on the wound. Rachel placed her other hand over the wound and focused on it.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos,” she chanted, feeling the poison in Gar rise up to meet her as well. Something was wrong though. There was so much poison in his veins, she felt as if she wasn’t making a dent.

You know you can heal him. You just have to feed me.

“Gar. Open your eyes. Stay awake. You have to stay awake,” Rachel ordered. She turned his head over in her direction. “Look at me, Garfield. Look at me.”

 

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Garfield felt his forehead perspire as his body temperature dropped due to the illness. He was a bit confused as to why Rachel was freaking out since he was starting to fade in and out. He weakly pushed Rachel and chuckled. “Rae I’m right here… I’m not gonna go anywhere…” He didn’t necessarily feel like he was going to die but he was really really tired.

Garfield’s eyes felt like lead weights while he was told to keep them open. He started to close them and exhaled slowly before Rachel started to turn his head to look at her. “I’m just getting little sleepy….” His eyes starting to become bloodshot. He wasn’t dying right? He just wanted to rest after fighting that fast woman.

Garfield closed his eyes only to lurch up when Rachel applied pressure to his wounds. He let out a painful scream as the slight pressure felt excruciating. He grabbed her wrist and started wheezing a little. “Rae it hurts so bad…” He managed to say as tears welled up in his eyes. Garfield had never felt this way in all his years as a hero and a certified risk taker.

 

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“I know… I know,” Rachel said, wincing at the cries of her friend.

He doesn’t have much time left. You should say your goodbyes.

“No.”

Then feed me. Let me take it all away. It’s time you stop running from who you are. You’re not your father. You’re not human. You’re something else. Something more.

The TV turned on and off, the lights flickered. Rachel didn’t know what to do.

You know what to do. You will not hurt him. You would never hurt him.

Rachel placed her forehead on his and shut her eyes. “I’m going to fix this, ok? I’m going to take the pain away.”

When she open her eyes again, there were four of them, all red and all determined. She removed her hand from his forehead snd placed both on the wound, ignoring the screams. A low growl came out of her mouth.

“Sae na- glís na nin. Im medi- an cín cuil,” A dark voice chanted. Dark tendrils flowed out of her mouth and latched onto Garfield’s stomach. Like a vacuum, the poison was pulled out of his veins. Rachel felt it enter her, but it did not cause her pain.

Satisfied by its meal, the tendrils slithered back into Rachel, leaving behind what looked like a day old slashing scar on Garfield’s stomach. The four red eyes looked to Gar’s face, waiting for what it knew would come.

“You are tired, but you will live. The pain is mine now,” The dark voice responded. The eyes shut and opened up again, this time only as two blue eyes, Rachel’s eyes.

“Gar?” She asked hesitantly, putting her hand back on his forehead. He was no longer burning up, but the sweat remained. She took the blanket off the couch and tucked him in tight, not wanting to see the wound anymore.

 

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Garfield’s vision began fading in and out, feeling the strength to keep his eyes open draining away. It felt worse than any flu he had ever experienced, hotter than any fever, yet slightly familiar. Was this what it was like when he was small, much to young to remember the sickness? Whatever this was he just wanted to choose his eyes and everything would be over.

Garfield felt Rachel’s gem on his forehead and slightly opened his eyes, nodding to the words that left her mouth. Unfortunately for him his vision was good enough that he could see what happened next. His eyes widened, but he was too weak to form words as Rachel grew four red eyes.

Surprise surprise, Garfield’s body found the strength to scream out and grip the couch whilst Rachel’s demonic form worked to help him. His eyes rolled back and he went limp for a moment until the process was completed. After a few moments Garfield’s eyes shot open and he gasped for air, color coming back to his face.

He looked up and watched Rachel’s face go from four to two eyes before he even bothered moving. Garfield reached up after hearing her say his name and touched her eyes to see if everything was real. His eyes struggled to stay open but after confirming she was still there, the exhausted young man passed out for many hours, recovering for the time being.

 

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Once she knew he was asleep, Rachel slid to the floor, leaning against the couch, not wanting to be any further away from her patient. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, allowing herself to rest, just for a little bit.

Rachel woke up about an hour later. Gar was still asleep, she suspected he would for a while yet. “I should really clean you up,” she spoke as if Gar would hear her.

Carefully she removed the blanket and took a look at the wound. Now covered in dried blood and purple pus, the scar otherwise looked says old now. She wasn’t sure if it would fade away completely, but it won’t be too noticeable. Garfield’s sweatshirt, on the other hand, would not recover.

Rachel used her powers to gently lift Gar’s torso so she could remove his hoodie. She tried not to stare as she cleaned and dressed the wound, good thing she thought to get a first aid kit upon first buying the apartment. When she was done, a long bandage wrapped his torso.

“I’m no professional, but it’ll do the job,”Rachel said. She went to his suitcase to pick out something for him to wear and almost recoiled at the disorganization. “Why am I not surprised?” Picking a long-sleeve shirt that looked the least wrinkled, she used her powers again to help him into it. Satisfied by her work, she pulled the blanket over him again.

“You’ll probably be hungry. I should have gone food shopping,” Rachel said, though she knew she wasn’t leaving his side for that long. “I should also stop talking to you when you’re sleeping. Sorry.” She sat back down on the floor, leaning once more on the couch.

“I’ll order a pizza when you wake up,” she whispered, shutting her eyes and zoning out.

 

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Garfield’s dreams were certainly nightmarish as he was laying in an empty room, tied up to an empty bed. He was in the same state as he was on the couch only there was no pain, only blood. He struggled to get out of his binds but they were much to strong. He even tried to change shape but it was as if the material was magic.

Suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking towards him and yelled out. “Rae? Is that you?” As she came into focus Garfield noticed two pairs of red eyes occupying her face with red skin. His eyes widened as the demon stepped towards him with her hood hiding horns and white hair. She ran a finger down his chest and to the bloody wound. “I should really clean you up…” Garfield winced as if her touch applied his pain receptors back to his body.

Rachel bent over and the black tentacles shot from her mouth. He screamed out while feeling the demonic appendages writhe inside of his wound. Once she finished however he felt quite normal, as if he was never in pain in the first place. Garfield craned his neck to see the wound was healed as Rachel wiped her mouth. “I’m no professional, but it’ll do the job.” She said as he tried to get his body free.

Garfield tried pleading with the demon while she surveyed his body, patrolling the bed. “Listen Red, I’m not mad or nothing but can I have my Rae back?” The demon stopped behind his head and leaned over with a chuckle. “Why am I not surprised?” He prepared himself for the worst only for the demon to walk over in front of him.

Garfield tried making the demon happy and looked over at her. “Uh thanks for making me better and stuff. It’s not that I don’t like you but…” he started feeling tired suddenly, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I…” The demon laughed before sounding a bit more like the Rachel he knew. “I’ll order a pizza when you wake up…”

Garfield sat up in a cold sweat and looked around. His stomach was sore but the pain was gone. He rubbed his hair and went to swing his legs off the couch and stand up. He panicked for a moment when he hit Rachel in the shoulder and quickly stopped her from falling. “Rae, are you alright?” Garfield was a bit worried when she opened her eyes there would be more than two. He was even hesitant to be that close to her, scooching back as she began to stir.

 

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Rachel jolted out of her trance by something hitting her shoulder, but luckily she didn’t fall over thanks to Gar catching her.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t mean to zone out. I’m a rotten nurse, aren’t I?” Rachel said, stretching and then rubbing her eyes before opening them. When she turned around and finally opened her eyes, two regular blue ones looked at Gar.

“Look who’s finally up. I thought you’d sleep the whole rest of the day away, not that I’d blame after what you went through,” she said with a sleepy smile. “How are you…?”

Rachel stopped talking when she noticed Gar scorched back onto the couch. She felt the fear, and she understood. Slowly, she lifted herself up and backed away, hands out in front of her as a sign of truce.

“You were poisoned. I tried to heal you, but I couldn’t go fast enough. I did the only thing I could think of,” Rachel explained, her eyes downcast. “I was hoping you wouldn’t see what I can become. But you did, didn’t you?”

 

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Garfield had faint imagery of Rachel’s face shifting from normal to her demonic self that haunted his dreams. He closed his eyes and waited before opening them again to see her. “Uh…I saw you in my dreams but…you weren’t you…” It was frightening at first but the more Garfield thought about it the more he understood it was to help him.

Still something about the demon made him uneasy, who wouldn’t be unsettled by a demon? Slowly Garfield reached out and grabbed her hands, shaking a little bit. “I-I trust you Rae….I just got a little scared…” He stood to his feet, the soreness slowing down his movements. “Thank you for saving me…” Garfield still felt a little weak but knew he wasn’t going to die.

He hugged Rachel close to him and kept the position for longer than normal. Garfield placed his head down on Rachel’s shoulder, closing his eyes in hopes to feel better sooner. After several moments he backed up and sat back down. “Can I just sit here for a while…” His voice and tone indicated his energy level.

 

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Rachel stiffened at the hug but allowed it to happen. She didn’t want to make any sudden movements that would hurt and/or frighten Garfield. She of all people understood how scary it was to face a demon, and now he understood too. The hug was because he was kind, maybe even trying to convince himself he wasn’t freaked out by her, but his shaking body gave him away.

“You can sit there as long as you like. I won’t stop you,” she replied. He looked so exhausted. So beat. “You should rest. Your body is still recovering from the poison. It’ll probably be a few days until you’re feeling a hundred percent again.”

Before Rachel had not wanted to leave his side, now she felt he wouldn’t be ok until she was gone. “I’m going to go pick up some pizzas. I’ll be back in a few minutes. The remote for the TV is on the coffee table… try not to move too much.” She waited a moment before portaling away.

 

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Garfield gave a soft, strained smile while he sunk deep into the couch. He hadn’t intended to make Rachel uncomfortable but he had been through a lot within the past day. A couple days? He hated the thought of feeling so sluggish and tired for longer than the first hour of waking up. “That’s so not fair…”

Garfield heard the word pizza and felt a bit nervous due to the last words Red had said to him. Maybe that was her turning back into Rachel? The dream was creepy and unclear, the worst kind of dreams. When she got up to leave he went to say something but couldn’t find his voice until it was too late. “Wait….”


Garfield looked at the TV and reached out for the remote, feeling his scar stretch and gritting his teeth. Once he got the remote he turned on the TV and turned it to a random National Geographic channel. He really needed to tell Rachel that he wasn’t upset with her anything, it was just scary to see the whole process twice. He just wished she was next to him. Garfield laid on his good side facing the boring show and dozed off until Rachel returned.

When Rachel returned he didn’t move a muscle until she reached out to wake him. The instant before she touched him, like instinct, Garfield jumped back putting his back against the place where the cushion, back of the couch and arm met. His eyes were wild like a hunted animal and his chest rose and fell with an intense heartbeat. It felt like reflex but his body somehow couldn’t discern Rachel from Red so it acted accordingly.

 

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Rachel popped back into the apartment a short while later with two pizza pies in her arms. Quietly she placed the pies on the counter and took out two plates. She grabbed a slice for herself and one for Gar and went over to the couch with them.

He looked as if he dozed off watching a TV show Rachel didn’t recognize. It was late evening, otherwise Rachel would have let him sleep. They both hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so she felt he should probably eat something.

“Gar,” she whispered, reaching out and lightly tapping his shoulder. Rachel’s reflexes took in, and she flew back as Gar jumped awake and leaned as far into the couch as he could. The look on his face froze her to the spot.

Finally, after her mind caught up to time, she placed the pizza on the coffee table, staying as far away as possible.

“You should eat.” She went back to the counter and brought the rest of his pie over to the coffee table so he wouldn’t have to get up for another slice.

“If you need anything else, let me know, ok?” Rachel told him. She inched back then turned for her room.”

 

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Garfield took in his surroundings as he watched Rachel put the pizza down. The dream he had after he blacked out the first time had reoccurred and Red was fresh in his mind. Unfortunately Rachel came back in the middle of said dream and took the demon’s place.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that Rae…” Garfield tried to explain while getting up off of the couch. He wanted to stand far enough to make sure the demon wasn’t trying to trick him but Garfield decided to trust his eyes. He walked towards her and moved his messy hair from his face, immediately reaching his hand out for her to take.

“I keep seeing it in my dreams…like two times in a row…” Garfield held into Rachel’s hand and led her back to the couch. “I may not be the best Garfield like this but I still wanna be around you Rach…” He made sure to word his sentence in a way that made her feel better about the situation. Honestly he sat down without Rachel but kept his hand in her, becoming slightly exhausted from standing for too long.

 

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Rachel did not fight against Garfield, but she fought against herself trying to figure out what was best for Garfield. She stood at the couch, tossed on whether to sit or not.

“If you want me to stay, I’ll stay,” she said finally, lowering herself onto the couch but still giving him space. “But Gar, you nearly died and you went through a traumatic recovery. It’s ok to be selfish right now. All your feelings are valid.”

Rachel busied herself by wrapping the blanket back over Garfield’s torso. “If you want to talk about it, we can. If you don’t, that’s ok too. I just… wanted you to know that.” Finished with the blanket, she distanced herself again. “How are you feeling?”

 

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Garfield listened to Rachel’s words while trying to think of what his feelings truly were. It was definitely terrifying to watch demon Rachel perform an exorcism on his poison but he also needed to look at the bigger picture and think of her feelings. He knew what it was like to be deemed weird or scary due to what he was and it was awful.

Garfield looked up at Rachel and closed his eyes for just a moment. Flashes of four red eyes danced across the darkness that was his eyelids. Thankful she wrapped him up and saved his life he opened his eyes and took Rachel by the hand, pulling her back to sit with him. “I feel pretty good since I almost died.”

He leaned his head on her shoulder and exhaled shakily. “She keeps popping up in my dreams…Red does… it’s like, really hurts before she heals me and I wake up to you…” Garfield explained. It was as if he could truly feel the pain over and over with each nightmare but he was so exhausted he couldn’t help fall asleep. “But I know you did it to save me and I know she’s part of you…I just-I just can’t help how it makes me feel.” Garfield referenced his reactions.

 

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Rachel was silent, letting him explain himself. There was a joke there somewhere about being the girl of his nightmares, but Rachel didn’t trust her comedic skills to deliver it properly, besides the fact that it didn’t match the mood. Instead, Rachel leaned her head on top of his, wondering how on earth their win in a battle could turn into such a lose.

She didn’t know how to help him, with empty promises that he’ll never see her demon side again? She couldn’t promise that, because she didn’t regret the action she made, she’d do it again and again. She only regretted that she had to do it in the first place.

Something Gar said made her think about a way she could possibly help him. “You may not be able to help how you feel, but I can.”

Rachel thought back to the very first magical ability she was able to perform, which was to read emotions and change them. It caused a lot of trouble on Azarath, but if done correctly and on a willing subject…

“You probably don’t want to be anywhere near my magic right now, but I can take away your fear. If you want. Just until you stop seeing her everywhere,” Rachel explained. “I’ll only do it if you want me too.”

 

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Garfield was quiet for a long time, almost as if he were asleep. Take his fear away? Would that be cool? A lot of times when he had an issue that required a decision to be made he followed one question, a question that he thought was a good way to think of things. What would Robin say?

The boy wonder would probably say something Garfield wouldn’t pay attention to but reiterate himself so that the green hero would certainly hear him. Garfield started speaking after his silent thought marathon and reached over to touch Rachel’s hand in her lap. “If i don’t ever get over it imma just be scared of her forever. Maybe I should just face it like a normal person?…” He sat up to look her in the eyes.

“I know that if the Beast came back you wouldn’t just take your feelings and stuff away. You would make a smart plan to not be scared or make him calm or something smart….” Garfield attempted to rub the tired from his eyes before continuing. “I’m cool with you being who you are if you’re still…you…” He smiled weakly. It took more out of him that he showed to speak and sit up for that long but his emotions were there for Rachel to read freely.

 

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Rachel was expecting a couple different reactions to her offer; a “Yeah! Let’s do it!” or maybe a “No way! I don’t want any crazy demon energy touching my mind, gross!” She didn’t expect him to say something so brave.

“How very grown up of you,” she said with a grin. “Since when we’re you the wise one?”

His eyes were getting droopy again. He didn’t even touch his pizza. Garfield denying food? He must be really tired.

“You should sleep. Looks like you’re already halfway there. Lie down.” Rachel stood up and helped him lie down across the couch. She turned off the TV, put the boxes of pizzas in the fridge, and made sure the house was locked up.

“Safe and sound. I know you didn’t want me to get rid of your fears, but forget about them for now, ok?” She said, hand on her hips as she inspected the place and was satisfied.

 

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Garfield chuckled a little and felt pride swell in him from Rachel’s compliment. It wasn’t often she called him smart by a means he could understand but this time she definitely meant it. He let her play nurse and laid down on his back, watching her clean up and for once felt a little bad he couldn’t help. “I am I am.” He said while covering himself up.

When Rachel stood by Garfield looked over and nodded. “Nurse Rae…” He gave a slightly dramatic dry cough before reaching out for his partner. “I think I need some special care….” Garfield waited for her to move forwards and pulled her onto the couch with him, laying her on his chest. “I think I’m better already nurse….” His hands wrapped around her before quickly drifting off to sleep.

His dreams were still becoming the repeating nightmare as Red Raven stalked over his trapped body. Unaware of his dreamlike state he still jumped at every repeated action. Garfield tried to stop himself from being such a baby but the scenario was far too painful though he was able to minimize his screams. Slowly but surely he would beat this whether he liked it or not.

 

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Rachel inched closer to the couch, not for a second buying the coughing but feeling compelled to help out anyway, when all of a sudden she was pulled up onto the couch with Gar, arms wrapped around her as if she was a stuffed animal.

“Gar, your stomach!” She complained, but he was already asleep. She frowned and scooted herself over to the side of the couch so she wouldn’t be on the wound. That was about all the living she could do. He held her so tightly, and she was too tired to do anything but give in to her fate.

Just as I call you smart, you do something reckless like sleeping next to the demon, she though to herself. He wasn’t stirring though, so maybe he’ll have a dreamless sleep. She hoped for that as she used her soul self to turn out the lights.

Raven’s dream was of a different nightmare. She was looking in her mirror and saw her demon self smiling back at her.

I told you I wouldn’t hurt him. You saved him, just like you wanted.

“You did. Now leave him alone,” Rachel demanded. The four eyes were downcast, her smile turned to a frown. She looked sad, but Rachel couldn’t tell if that was true or not.

But I thought he liked you.

“He’s afraid of you.”

No. He’s afraid of you. You were the one who took his pain. You were the one who fed off his soul. You’re still hungry, aren’t you?

Rachel’s hands turned red. She dropped the mirror and lifted her hands to cover her four eyes.


Rachel woke up with her hands on her eyes, giving her a weird sensation of seeing pitch black with her eyes open. She removed her hands and found that she was still on the couch and the unmoving Garfield.

With a little bit more strength, she removed his arms around her and floated up off the couch. She went to the bathroom to check on her gem. It was still there with the small crack. She sighed with relief, but there was work to be done. She flew to her room and lifted every book on demonic souls she had into the air. There was something she can do, she just had to find it.

 

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His eyes were squeezed shut throughout the entire sequence after it had looped yet he could feel his body tremble in anticipation. Garfield felt the black tendrils enter his torso and screamed out, struggling against his bonds. “You’re afraid of her…” the demon quoted.

Garfield’s eyes shot open. This was different. She hadn’t said this before. Did this mean he was making progress. “Wait!-“ It was near excruciating just to yell that out but it didn’t matter. The demon continued to pace around the bed laughing.

“She was the one who took your pain not me. I was merely the instrument at hand.”

Garfield struggled to free himself while talking to his captor. “Red listen, I-I’m not scared of you. I just wanna be with Rae.” He said grunting as he pulled the bonds tight,

Red smiled and Garfield and jumped at him to scare him, successfully of course. “You better watch out when she gets hungry…..” That was the last thing he heard as his dreams faded to black and he woke up in cold sweats. Garfield sat up and wiped his forehead. “Rae?…” He said aloud.

 

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Books floated around Rachel’s head as she searched for what she was looking for, which was a way to mend her gem and banish her demon-side. She had not found anything when she heard Gar call out for her. The books dropped to the ground and she rubbed her temple, disappointed in her lack of progress.

She decided not to share with Gar what she had been looking for, no need to get his hopes up when there’s not yet a solution. In one medical book Rachel once said, keeping a patient happy correlates with a quick recovery. So that’s what they would do today, be happy. With that in mind, Rachel left her room and ventured to the living room.

“Good morning,” Rachel said in the happiest voice she could muster, which wasn’t much for someone who rarely did happy. “How’s the patient? I was thinking, if you were up to it, we could go for a walk or something. Maybe see that townhouse? The fresh air will do you good.”

She noticed that he was sweating and wondered if he didn’t have as great a night as she had hoped. To combat it, she conjured up an attempt at a smile.

 

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Garfield touched his scar softly and flinched a bit. Alright, he’s still injured and it still hurt. Sucks. He quickly pulled his shirt down when Rachel walked into the room and looked at her a bit confused. Even he didn’t need magic powers to see she was trying to make him feel better. Just the effort was enough to bring out his true smile.

“Yeah.. I’m kinda hungry though..” Garfield was slow to get up but eventually did so. He looked down and noticed there was some dried blood on his pants. Garfield frowned while heading over to his clothes and pulling out some sweatpants, more comfortable than the jeans he was currently wearing.

“Imma go change and then can we eat and leave?..” The words of Red Raven rang in his brain, thinking of Rachel being hungry. It made him slightly nervous but he brushed it off and pushed it down. He headed to the bathroom and took an embarrassing amount of time to simply change his pants, the hardest part being bending over and such.

Garfield walked back in and looked at Rachel. “Leftover pizza?” He asked while strolling to the fridge. He didn’t mind eating what she got them last night; preferring that rather than her taking the time to cook for him. He’d feel awful even though he’d do the same for her.

 

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While Garfield went to get changed, Rachel cleaned up the couch from yeaterday’s mess. She scrubbed at the blood stains and threw the blanket and Garfield bloodstained hoodie from the battle into her laundry basket. When she was done, her stomach growled on cue as a reminder that she was hungry.

She went to the cabinets to see what she had, which was absolutely nothing. “I really need to go food shopping.”

Gar came back at that point and went right to the pizza, and she was relieved “Ah, a breakfast for champions…pizza.” She set preheat on the oven and pulled out baking sheet pans to put the slices on.

“Here. You sit down. It’ll take a few minute to heat up,” she said. Her eyes dropped down to his stomach. “I should probably check on your…bandages too.”

 

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Garfield had never seen the issue with eating any type of food for breakfast but it seemed Rachel thought otherwise. I mean who wouldn’t want a nice slice of pizza first thing in the morning? He saw the toppings on the pizza and knew this was going to indeed be a breakfast of champion despite Rachel’s sarcasm.

Garfield pulled the boxes out of the fridge and set them onto the counter. He turned to Rachel and looked down at his own stomach as well. “I can help too. Just cuz I’m a little hurry doesn’t mean I can’t…” He pointed out. He lifted his shirt to show the bandage, seeing the unclean purple hue through the wrap.

Garfield nodded “Grooooss…” He put his shirt down and went to grab himself and Rachel two slices each, putting them onto the baking pan. He set them on the oven and waltzed past Rachel, less sluggish than yesterday but not to his full self. “When did you even do this?” He referred to his bandaged wounds as he sat down on the couch as directed.