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Robin ran through the corridors as fast as possible to reach his daughter on time. What concerned him the most was that after that one scream, she went silent. He was still filled with strong hope that he has time to save her and that motivated him to not slow down for even a second. After all, her death wasn't an option for him. Not when he's right there, a few meters away. He ran up to the door and began slamming his fists against it.

- Michelle!! Can you hear me?! - he yelled out strongly.

Hearing no answer from her, but only sounds of running water, he backed away and then ran into the door. A solid kick was placed in the middle which caused the metal to bend and drop down before him. What the father saw inside completely terrified him. She was sinking underwater without any air bubbles floating on top, which would suggest that she wasn't breathing.

- MICHELLE - he ran up to his daughter immediately and pulled her out of the water without any hesitation.

He placed her pale, naked, and wet body on the floor and hit the tap so the water is no longer running. Stressed beyong belief, but still hopeful, the father moved his cheek close to her mouth and nose to check if she's breathing but no. He frowned in deep worry for her and tilted her head to the back to begin helping her as quickly as he can. His lips covered her mouth softly and he began blowing air into her 5 times. She still wasn't breathing so he moved on to the standard procedure. Robin began pressing onto her chest with both his hands 30 times. After that, he tilted her head to the back and got closer to check if she's breathing. Unfortunately - still not yet. With that information in mind, he placed his lips on hers and breathed in some air into her 2 times. He checked the breathing again and he started to press onto her chest energetically one more time. Some foam began to escape her mouth and eventually - Myth started breathing successfully. She opened her eyes lazily and noticed her dad's big loving smile right above her.

- Oh love... - he panted from exhaustion and kissed her forehead, thankful that she's alright.

Myth felt lost. She tried to remember, but she was uncertain of what sequence of actions led to what she's experiencing in that moment. The leader covered her up with a towel, knowing it must feel really uncomfortable to be all naked and cold. He sat her up and she started coughing a little bit to get rid of that excess water in her nose. Robin patted her back so she could cough it out while keeping the towel around her in place.

- I think you can wash yourself another time - he decided and dried her body gently with the same towel.

She didn't fight against him because of confusion and trust she had in him. Her focus was weirdly aimed at his face. After a couple of minutes, Michelle started to feel more aware of her body while Robin was dressing her up and drying her hair. She felt reasonably weak, hopeless and afraid. She couldn't really speak up about the things she saw, because putting it all together in a sentence was impossible at the moment. Knowing she can't do anything else, her eyes teared up from discomfort and shortly after that - she began sobbing softly with her head hanging down and shoulders jumping slightly. Robin noticed instantly and was very confused at what made her cry.

- Woah, sweetheart... You're alright, you're safe - Robin promised her while still being a little surprised and unsure of her actual needs. - I'm with you. Let's go to bed and cuddle. You like cuddles, don't you? - he rubbed her arm softly.

She didn't show any reaction to what he just said. That saddened him, but he had a couple of ideas of what's going on. He couldn't really expect her to speak to him like she normally would after such a traumatic experience.

- You're just tired, aren't you? We will get you some rest - he assured her and picked her up in his arms to carry her to the living room so his friends see that he was successful.