please be okay for the whump prompts
From this list of prompts.
Raffi’s not sure what wakes her up at first, drowsy from her slumber and cosy and content from where she’s curled around Seven. She opens her senses, let’s them feel around and try to wake her brain up enough to think properly. She’s awake for a reason, and it feels like a very important reason.
It takes Raffi several more minutes than she’d like to admit to realise Seven’s shaking. No, not shaking. Shivering. Untangling herself slightly from her girlfriend, Raffi leans up on her elbow to look down at her. In the darkness of the bedroom she can barely see her, but the shivering continues to vibrate against her.
“Computer, raise lights to twenty percent.”
Dim, but enough for Raffi to see, the lights brighten and she watches as Seven continues to shiver with her eyes squeezes shut as if she’s pretending it’s not happening.
“Honey? Whats wrong?” Gently Raffi raises her hand to brush some of Seven’s hair from her forehead. Her skin feels clammy and warm and she can instantly tell she has a temperature. She watches as Seven reaches up for her hand, seeing how stiff her movements are and how Seven signs fine on her palm.
“Yeah, no, I’m not believing that.” Raffi tuts as Seven signs fine again a little more aggressively.
With a sigh, Raffi tries to bury down the worry she feels any time there’s something wrong with Seven. She knows exactly what’s caused this but that doesn’t mean she can’t be concerned about it. It’s hard to pinpoint how Seven’s physiology is going to react when it comes into contact with something new.
“I told you to stay away from those cacti, that a scratch could give you an adverse reaction.”
Seven scowls with her eyes still closed and Raffi thinks it’s cute (though she knows better than to say that out loud).
Shut up.
Yes, Seven’s clearly not feeling well enough for anything. Raffi rolls her eyes, not taking it personally. Seven gets a pass with how awful she looks.
“This is why we listen to Raffi.”
No. Go away.
She reminds Raffi briefly of how stubborn Gabe was when he was ill; running around not willing to stop until he was practically dropping to the ground. He had always wanted her though, clung to her until he started feeling better.
Raffi goes to move from the bed, ready to get Seven the essentials and then leave her be for a while if that’s what she wants, but is stopped in her tracks when Seven whines and practically flings her arms around her waist.
“Woah, babe, steady.” Raffi’s hand comes down to rub her arm gently. “Do you want me to stay or go?”
Stay. Seven signs against whichever part of Raffi she finds first. Maybe she and Gabe really are similar. That makes her heart ache.
“Okay, I’ll stay, but I need to sort out some supplies for you first. I won’t be long.” Raffi carefully prizes Seven’s grip from around her, causing her to whine again but not try and stop her.
Once she’s free, Raffi gets up and walks to the kitchen to grab everything she needs for her sick girlfriend. Water, an electrolyte smoothie, a cool cloth for her forehead, a hypospray to help with the pain. Everything is placed on the bedside table before she goes to the closet and reaches for her favourite blanket. Making sure Seven is comfortable and warm, she gets her to drink a little before joint her back in bed.
Immediately Seven is clinging to her, resting her head on her chest whilst Raffi places the cloth against her temple and pulls the blanket over them both.
“There you go honey. Are you comfortable?”
She feels Seven nod against her chest and Raffi leans down to press a kiss into her head. She leaves Seven like that for a while, can feel the way she drifts in and out of sleep against her. Raffi reads or works on her PADD but she never lets her attention stray from Seven for long.
After a few hours she feels Seven shift against her, clinging to her tighter and letting out a whimper. Raffi reaches over for another dose of the hypospray and clicks it to Seven’s neck. She relaxes back against her and Raffi strokes her thumb over her cheek.
A small sorry, thank you is signed against her side.
“Don’t be silly,” Raffi’s voice is laced with love. “Anything for my best girl.”
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imagining my ideal post-forever evil world where bruce is the one to inform the bats and the rest of the world that dick is dead and tim is DEVASTATED. he is immediately ready to go on an insane guilt-fuelled suicidal mission to bring dick back because he refuses to believe his first brother, the first robin, the last flying grayson is DEAD (this is the kid who believed bruce was alive based off a shitty white man portrait and pure vibes) and then there's a very public funeral where he sees bruce is not grieving the way tim knows him to, the way tim has witnessed first hand after jason AND damian- bc who is this bruce wayne who's acting sort of normal on patrol, who is very much okay existing in a world where his eldest, his beloved first-born is dead?
so tim does a little bit of research (maybe he recruits kon to go bully lex luthor about the Truth of it all or maybe selina just takes pity on how pathetic n wet-cat-like tim is) and figures out dick is very much alive! and surely! it cannot be that easy??? because why would bruce and dick lie about this? so he shows up at st. hadrian's and we get some classic dick and tim shenanigans where both of them refuse to believe the other person is actually there so it's a big came of cat and mouse except they both think they're the cat and mouse simultaneously and tiger is just watching this whole thing unfold wondering why none of these superheroes can be normal for a fucking second okay-
then we get a mid-fight moment where one of them is in mortal peril and they both collectively lose brain cells and any impulse control and we get a heart-wrenching reunion and dick tells him i knew you'd figure it out, bruce is an idiot for thinking he could fool you and tim, who was very much worried this is some insane cloning situation (bc lex luthor was involved so how could any of it be this simple, this easy?) launches himself at dick because of course you're alive, i couldn't possibly exist in a world where my brother is dead. anyway-
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