ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 | robin x nancy

|chapter 8|

It's been over 48 hours since Robin has last slept.

Honestly, she's gone longer, but with the current situation, time dragged on, so slowly Robin was sure that it was mocking her.

But the bags under her eyes were worth it when she didn't miss the moment the nurse called out:

"Is anyone here for Nancy Wheeler?"

Robin stood up so fast, the blood rushed to her head, and she almost fell over.

Ted was home taking care of Holly and Mike, but Karen was at the Hospital as well. She started to stand up, but she was able to recognize the look beneath Robins eyes, so she sat back down, letting Robin go first.

Walking behind the nurse with the blue scrubs, Robin truly wondered how someone could walk so slow, when someone so important was at stake.

As uncoordinated as she was, Robin tripped on nothing a few times, and nearly knocked over the Nurse when she came to a sudden stop.

They were outside of room 185, and the nurse started stating instructions as she opened the door.

But, Robin couldn't focus on the voice, turning it into white noise in the background.

Because sitting up on the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, with two white bandages wrapped from her wrists to her elbows, was Nancy.

And she looked so small against the big frame of the bed, so fragile and helpless.

Robin took a step towards her, and called out Nancys name softly.

But she didn't look up.

Robin had a feeling she knew exactly why Nancy didn't look at her, so she sat down on the left side of the bed.

Her hands fidgeted for a moment, Nancy's eyes fixated on them, before she mustered enough courage to bring a single one up to Nancy's chin.

She slowly tilted Nancy's face upwards so that it would be facing directly across from her own.

Nancy obliged, but her eyes remained fixed on Robin's stray hand resting on the sterile white bedsheet.

"Look at me Nancy." Robin urged, her voice still remaining low and vulnerable.

Nancy shook her head firmly, but her eyes told a different story.

From the side, Robin could see that Nancy's eyes were quickly welling up with tears, and they looked to be filled with shame.

The last thing Robin wanted was for Nancy to feel guilty, so she said in a slightly louder voice,

"Please. Nance."

At the sound of the familiar nickname, Nancy turned her eyes to look deeply into Robins.

And the moment they did, Nancy's tears finally spilled over.

And so Robin, who knew this was bound to happen, took Nancy's head, kissed the top of it gently, and then rested her head on it, all while Nancy was clinging desperately to her.

And Nancy, she was so sick of crying in front of Robin. In fact, she hasn't seen Robin cry more than twice, if even that. So each sob felt like a punch to the gut, and she held on tighter and tighter, as if Robin was a lifesaving ring, pulling her out of the treacherous depths of her mind, and into the safety of her arms.

She felt like a child, crying almost every day, like she needed to be taken care of. It was so frustrating.

But the tears didn't stop, and neither did her frustration.

In fact it just got worse and worse, the monitor next to the bed began beeping faster and faster.

In fact, Robin got pulled out of her trance by the very same sound.

The repetitive: Beep. Beep. Beep. Soon the beeps blurred together, and a nurse rushed in, going straight for a counter where a giant needle was stored.

Robin knew what was happening, and knew the doctors had to calm her down somehow, and get her heart rate back to normal.

So, she tried to cover Nancy's eyes, or block her vision by pulling her even tighter and closer in the embrace.

But, out of the corner of her eye, Nancy saw the gleam of silver, and she tried to get out of the grasp.

But Robin wouldn't budge, knowing it was for the better.

So Nancy couldn't help but feel a little bit betrayed when she felt the cool metal pierce her skin.

She understood though.

So, she clung to the scent of Robin and the feel of her arms around her as she drifted back into a black unconsciousness.