rescuing robin ~ ronance <3 ~

002 > one scoop of anxiety attack

robin buckley point of view

it started out as every normal shift does, Steve Harrington and i work the counter at scoops ahoy ice cream parlour, but it would not end a normal one.

busily scooping ice cream and slinging it into cones for customers, i wiped my brow of sweat, handing out yet another uss butterscotch to a sticky fingered customer.

"steve" i called out, can you take the ice cream while i do the till?" i asked

"yeah of course robin hang on" he called back coming over to help out.

i looked at the long line going all the way out of the door. my heart jumped and i stopped and clenched it breathing a bit heavier.

"woah robin you okay?" steve said putting his hand on my shoulder worriedly.

"yeah, yeah just- it's fine don't worry" i said, continuing to serve customers.

"welcome to scoops ahoy, what can i get for you today" i stifled out

"can i get 2 mango smoothies and one banana ice cream milkshake?"

"yes of course" i sniffed. i could no longer see the woman's face in front of me, it was all a blur.

"that'll be, erm, er, $8.70" i sniffed, wiping my brow again.

she paid me and i walked over to the blender to begin chopping the fruit.

my vision was fuzzy and all i could hear was the dull noise getting louder and louder and all the static from the background deafening my ears. i could feel my eyes well up with tears as it all became too much. i grabbed the knife and a mango from the bottom fridge. as i cut the mango in half my shaking hands lost control of the knife and it slipped out, cutting my hand. i jumped back, letting the knife drop to the floor and letting out a wince of pain.

"robin!" steve called out rushing over to my bleeding hand.

"steve i'm fine" i said trying to brush him away, tears spilling straight from my eyes

"robin you're hurt!" steve said pulling away my had revealing the large gash across it
"robin that's really deep let me bandage it because there's blood spilling on the floor" he said calmly taking my hand and wrapping it in cloth from his apron.

i pushed him away

it was too much, the noise was blaring in my ears and hacking at my head like a ratchet. i couldn't see anything, it was all a blur. a slow, hot, sweaty blur.

"robin?" i heard Steve say through the chaos of noise and haze. "robin?!"

tears rolled down my face uncontrollably as my face screwed up in anguish.

i plugged my fingers in my ears to block out some of the noise and slid down the counter wall onto the floor, tucking my legs up to my chest and laying my head on them.

steve harrington's point of view
robin sank down to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

i could see she was starting to hyperventilate. she was violently shaking and crying uncontrollably, her fingers plugged into her ears tightly.

"robin im going to get help, okay" i said reassuringly.

i went over to the now few people gawping by the counter.

"please take a seat, i'll be over to take your order shortly" i said, trying hard to mask my concern.

i rushed to the phone and dialled robins home phone number
no reply.

"shit nancy where are you" i slammed the phone back down and dialled nancys work phone. she worked in the mall also, but at a printers shop.
the phone rang but no answe.