Stay With Me (Robin + Maria)

Bandages.

(A/N: sorry i haven't updated in a while, but here you go!)

*Maria's POV*

        Miss Heliotrope kept me inside the mansion for a while. No matter how much i pleaded to just go outside and see what was going, she held me back. The suspense was practically killing me. Literally, every time i thought i heard the door opening, i would jump up and run to the window. But i had a feeling that he wasn't coming in for quite some time. 

        Finally, I heard the door creak open for real this time and in came Uncle Benjamin. In his arms was a limp Robin who was wrapped tightly in gauze and bandages to stop the bleeding. "He'll be okay." He said as soon as he walked in, as if he read my mind immediately. But just by the look of Robin's almost lifeless face i couldn't tell if Uncle Benjamin was lying or not. I had no choice but to believe him. I mean, what else could i do ?

       I had to try to erase the image that i had of Robin, otherwise i'd drive myself mad. The image of him laying so still in the arms of my uncle, the bandages wrapped tightly around his wound yet somehow the thick crimson blood always seemed to seep through the porous material of the bandages. Stop that, Maria, you're making it worse.I scolded myself multiple times.

        I tried for at least an hour to keep myself and my mind occupied, but it was a lot easier said than done. I tried to clean my room at the very top of the mansion, but every time i looked at the daunting and horrifying windowsill, i only saw blood and flashing images of Robin and it made me sick to my stomach. It made my stomach turn inside out until i was out of breath and having to hold onto the wall for support. This was useless. I caused all of this and now look, Robin may or may not be dying. 

         Not knowing exactly what is going on is killing me. Maybe that is my fatal flaw. And Robin's is his loyalty. So, i tried to think about things that i knew were true. The sky is blue. The grass is green. I am the moon princess. And Robin is not dead. At least i refused to believe so. But to make sure and naturally as the curious person i am, I decided to check on Robin, without Uncle Benjamin knowing of course. 

          A half of me was desperate to see what condition Robin was in, but the other half didn't want to see the damage at all. The damage that i caused. I knew where he was staying, in one of Uncle Benjamin's extra guest rooms. I still don't understand why Benjamin has so many guest rooms when he doesn't like company. I can respect his privacy but it still makes me curious. After turning down multiple hallways and through arced doorways, i found my way to where Robin was. 

         It took a moment of mentally arguing with myself before i placed my clammy hand against the freezing cold doorknob. I still didn't turn it, because in my head played out all the horrible "what-if" scenarios. None of them were logical like, what if this was all a set up? or What if Robin wasn't in there? So With a swift turn of my wrist, and not thinking about the bad things, i opened the door. 

        As expected, Robin was laying messily on a half made bed that had stains of dried blood on it. I wasn't sure how well he was doing, but it was a good sign that i could see the rise and fall of his chest. At least he was breathing. Should i wake him up?  "Robin." I touched his shoulder lightly before i could even mentally answer myself. "Robin?" I said again. Maybe i shouldn't be bothering him, he needs his rest. I turned around, taking a silent step before nearly jumping out of my skin. I felt something touch my wrist, and when i turned around, i saw Robin chuckling weakly. "You almost scared me half to death!" I tried to keep my voice down but my heart was thudding so loudly inside of my rib cage.

         "Ha," he scoffed. " 'half to death'  funny coming from you." He Grinned, closing his eyes once again because the light must have been too harsh for his eyes. I hated seeing Robin so weak. I used to and usually look at Robin as a strong independent individual and now i see him as... i don't even know what to think!

         "Robin, i'm so sorry." I did the only thing i could think of, apologize.

         "Don't," he murmured almost inaudibly. "Don't apologize." He sucked a deep breath into his lungs then puffed it out of his mouth. 

         "You look pale..." I pointed out the obvious.

          "Well that tends to happen when you get shot." He attempted to laugh. I must admit, i commend Robin for keeping his sense of humor through all of this, but how long can that last? My guess is not long enough.  "Just don't think about it, i'll be fine." His words were kind of convincing until afterwards he began fits of coughing so hard that i thought his stomach might come out of his mouth. 

         I wasn't going to say anything, because i knew he didn't like getting help, but when i saw blood being coughed up i knew something was definitely wrong.

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I hope you liked this update because it was the first in a while for this story

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