Robin Buckley imagines

Ataraxia

DAY 1

Steve nodded to the receptionist as they walked past the desk towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Pressing the button the elevator's doors slid open and he stepped aside to let the kids in. Everyone kept silent as it began its ascent, the atmosphere somber and tense. The kids had their eyes glued to the floor, their shoulders slumped. Dustin and Max were the worst, with red rimmed eyes and lost gazes, they refused to believe what was happening.

The bell chimed as the doors opened and with a heavy heart they stepped off, Steve guiding them down the hall, to the room they had assigned to you, grateful that it was a private one.

He stopped before the closed door, his hand on the handle, and took in a deep breath. Turning to look at the kids he tried to give them a comforting smile, but a sad grimace is all that he could muster. His heart broke even more when he pushed the door open, his eyes falling on Robin.

Robin sat on a chair next to your bed, she had pushed it closer so that there was no space between you two. She had her knees up, her arms around her legs, a frown wrinkling her brow and pulling her lips down as she started at your monitor with an empty gaze. Her face was still redish, dried tear tracks on her cheeks, her hair messy from running her hand through it, pulling and tugging at it too much.

Max walked into the room first, her gaze on your still form, laying in bed, hooked to a number of monitors, wires on your head, on your chest, an IV on your hand, an oxygen tube around your face. Her chest constricted and she frowned, looking down and taking your hand, she gently caressed your fingers. The rest of the party walked in and Max watched as Steve approached Robin, standing beside her.

"They say she has no broken bones.They think the damage was solely on her head-her mind. They're still trying to track her mental activity but since there's no evident damage they expect her to wake up anytime now" Steve spoke softly, hoping that these news would help brighten Robin up.

His heart broke for his friend. When he and Nancy had finally arrived at the Creel's house just to find Lucas and Erica outside, tears running down his face, Steve ran. He ran inside, looked around the house until he finally ran up the stairs, two at a time, to the attic and he stopped, all the air rushing out of him as his knees wobbled and he had to hold on to the door frame for support. He heard Nancy gasp behind him and he turned to find her tearing up, her trembling hand covering her mouth. Robin was holding your limp form in her arms, caressing your face with shaking hands as dry sobs shook her form, having run out of tears to spill. She refused to let you go even as they loaded you into the ambulance, taking you to the hospital. Now, Steve just knew she hadn't left your side since then. She hadn't said a word either. She just stared at your chest, at the barely there rise and fall.

Now, she sat, her eyes glued to your heart monitor and roughed up envelope in her hand. It was the letter you had written for her and then sneakily put in the pocket of her vest, knowing she would refuse to take it from you. She didn't react to Steve's words nor did she acknowledge any of them and with a sigh Steve nodded to the kids and guided them out, taking them home for the night.

You were floating aimlessly, surrounded by nothing but darkness, hearing nothing but silence. You were resting. Your body was weightless, nothing could hold you down and you smiled, finally free.

DAY 2

It was early afternoon, the sun shining through the window in your hospital room. Robin had shifted in her seat the tiniest bit, the wrinkled envelope still in her hand while she held your hand with the other. She had fallen asleep somewhere along the first few rays of sun, her eyes heavy and dry. Even as she slept she had a sad look in her face, her brows pinched, her lips downward, her cheek resting on one of her knees.