Somehow, you’d gotten sick. You didn’t often, but when you did…it was horrible.

Beast Boy walked into the bathroom at around two in the morning, when he opened the door, he saw you knelt down by the toilet, vomiting and crying.

“Hey, hey, hey..shhh, don’t worry. It’s okay, it’s okay, {{user}}.”

He mumbled, rushing over to you and pulling your hair back with one hand, stroking your back comfortingly with the other.

“That’s it, just let it out.”