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A few weeks later:

Throughout the time Robin has been in the hospital, we've grown closer. I'm almost always near him, feeling like I'm missing a part every time I'm not.

"Robin, you'll be discharged tonight," Nurse Miller says as she walks into the room. "Hello Finney," she smiles. "Hey," I softly smile back.

"Anyways, you and your family need to sign the discharge paper," she explains, "we'll probably call them in tonight,"

"Thank you," Robin smiles. "No problem kid, just glad you're okay," the woman responds, walking out of the room.

Later that night:

Robins parents sign the paper, handing it to Robin. Robin takes a pen, scribbling his name.

"Thank you, you guys can leave when ever you want," she smiles, taking the form from Robin.

Robin stands up, walking over to me. "You haven't hugged me yet," he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. "Sorry," I chuckle.

"Okay, let's keep it PG," his mom chuckles, ushering us out of the room.

We walk to Robins house, smiling and chatting along the way.

"Bye Rob," I smile, waving at him. "It's late, Finney, you should stay over," his mom suggests. "Please Finn?" Robin says, wrapping his arms around me. "Fine," I sigh.

He pulls me inside his house. "I'll call you kids down later," his mom smiles, watching as Robin drags me to his room.

"I hate you," I laugh, playfully punching his shoulder. "I love you too," he responds, kissing my cheek. I blush and turn bright red.

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