Together

18

"You guys can visit him," a nurse smiles, leaving Robin's room.

His family slowly approaches the door, turning the doorknob. They slide in the room, sitting down in a chair in his room.

Gwen leans against the hospital room's wall. I slowly approach Robin. I slide his hand in mine, feeling the familiar lines.

The warmth from his hand has completely disappeared. "Were you two... a thing?" Ms. Arellano asks. "I mean- we're totally cool with it if you are,"

"Uhm- no, we aren't," I sigh, caressing his hand. "Oh- well Robin always talked about you," she chuckles. "Really?" I ask, my head peeking up. "Yeah, it was always "Finn this! Finn that!" Or something about you," his uncle agrees, "he's crazy about you kid,"

I place both of my hands over his. "Well- you two wouldn't be disappointed to find out, Finn is the same way," Gwen chuckles. "What- no!" I deny, my face heating up. "Don't lie, Finney," she chuckles.

"Robin has a photo of you two on his wall. I don't know if you e noticed, since you two normally study in the living room," his mom smiles. "I didn't know that," I smile brightly.

I gently squeeze Robin's hand. I feel a small attempt of a squeeze back. "Robin..?" I whisper. He gently squeezes my hand again. "What's wrong?" Ms. Arellano asks, noticing the tears in my eyes. "He's alive," I mumble.

"Yeah... I am," he weakly responds, his eyes half open.