trust me | Rinney | The blackphone

what the fuck is going on?

A/N: hey y'all! school was kinda fun honestly💀 i got yelled at a few times for being too loud though😞

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It's now October, and the group has been doing great. The only time they see Robin is in the halls, or in class. None of them have spoken to him since then.

Finney is walking home, Gwen going to her friends as usual. Thoughts of school, and stuff like that consume his head. He eventually gets home, and goes to get a snack. He grabs a cheese stick, and a sprite.

He quickly eats them, and goes to take a shower. Once he's done, he tames his hair, and brushes his teeth. He walks into his bedroom, and picks out some boxers and sweatpants, not bothering to put a shirt on.

It's 9:56pm at this point, and Finney is laying in bed, walkman on, staring up at his ceiling.

Suddenly, he hears faint knocking, being mostly blocked out because of the music blasting in his ears. Finney groans, thinking his grandma came home early from her night shift. He takes off his walkman, placing it on his nightstand.

He gets up, and walks out of his room, stopping infront of the front door. He looks through the peephole trying to see who it is, but isn't able to because of how dirty it is.

He unlocks the deadbolt opening the door, stomach immediately dropping when he sees who it is.

Robin is on the other side, looking like absolute shit. He's panting, and bleeding. Finney honestly can't figure out where the bleeding is coming from. Robin looks up at Finney, giving him a nervous smile.

Robin clears his throat, trying to stand up straight, before wincing. "Hey Finney, can you maybe help me out? You're the best doctor I know." Robin says, looking down. Finney honestly doesn't want to let him in, but he doesn't want to be a monster.

"Yeah, come in." Finney says, moving to the side to let Robin in. Robin nods at him, before slowly walking in. "You know where the bathroom is. Go wait in there while I get the supplies from my room." Finney says, in a stern voice.

Robin just walks to the bathroom, not saying a word. Finney quickly walks to his room, grabbing the shit he needs. He walks into the bathroom, Robin sitting on the sink counter.

"So uh, where's the bleeding exactly coming from?" Finney asks, honestly confused. "Uh, my head I think. And my hands." Robin says, avoiding eye contact. Finney nods, "Well, since it's coming from your head, you should probably rinse off in the shower." Finney says.

Robin finally looks at him. Finney notices how sad his eyes looks, he looks miserable. Finney clears his throat, turning away from Robin. "I'll get you some clothes." Finney says, walking out.

He grabs a plain black shirt, and some basket ball shorts, boxers as well. He heads back to the bathroom, placing them on the counter beside Robin. "Well, tell me when you're done." Finney says, nodding at him, before walking out, closing the door.

About 20 minutes pass, before Finney hears his name being called. He gets up, walking into the bathroom. Robin is standing there, hair in his face, all tangled and wet. Finney huffs out a breath, "Sit on the counter." Finney instructs.

Robin does. Finney grabs the rubbing alcohol, pouring some onto a towel. "This is going to sting just warning you." Finney says, before feeling around Robins head for the wound. He hears Robin sigh when he combs through his hair, which Finney finds odd.

Finney finds the wound, dabbing at it with the towel, making Robin wince. Finney does the same with his other wounds. He grabs the wrapping bandages, beginning to wrap it around Robin head. "I'm going to look stupid." Robin says, motioning to the bandage on his head.

"That's your fault dude." Finney says, focused on the task. After that, Finney moves to Robins hands. He feels Robins fingers twitch on his hand as he wraps them. He quickly finishes wrapping everything up. "Well you're all good. I can make you a makeshift bed on the floor." Finney says, walking to his room.

Robin follows, watching from the doorway as Finney makes the bed on the floor. Finney finishes, and sits on his bed. Robin is still standing awkwardly by the door. Finney pats the spot next to him, motioning for Robin to sit next to him.

Robin looks surprised, before hesitantly walking over and sitting. Finney sees how stiff Robin is, and sighs. "So, you going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you?" Finney says, breaking the silence.

Robin just huffs out a breath, before looking at the ceiling.

may have mistakes.

i will make pt.2  tomorrow i'm just really tired rn i'm sorry

Thoughts?