Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Thirty Three

About forty minutes go by and still no word. Robert's not sure what to do anymore, so he tries taking to the internet, but it's all full of news on the event and our names are plastered everywhere. He's now condemned to the hospital grounds; the paparazzi will surely be on any celebs going in or out until there's an update. There's tweets and comments flowing in with love, but he can't bear to read them.  So, he goes to read the old texts from me...few and far between recently since we've been together more often, but they'll do the trick, for now...

R: When are you coming home?

R: I miss you, weirdo.

R: God, did Jimmy let you dress yourself again?! :D kidding, love you

R: car's waiting, can't wait to see you!

R: Okay, irrelevant, but this is for science...IF both sherlocks fought, who would win and why?

R: yes, a physical fight.

R: okay yeah that was a dumb question. how could i forget?

R: Oh, I'm always zoned out when you don't have clothes on. ;)

And then the dumb ass text from this morning, the one when I left. The one that is currently killing him.

R: I love you.  Even if we're arguing, I hope you know that.  Call me, please.  I'll try to keep my phone on me this morning...

He checks the timestamp; it was sent about two hours after the fight. Right before the news.

The waiting room door opens, catching his attention, and that's the first time Jimmy stands from the seat next to him since they sat.  He immediately takes the hand of Paul, pulling him into a guy's friendly hug with a pat on the back, and then Robert follows suit after a moment's hesitation.

"Hey, buddy," Robert mumbles, leaving his hand on his shoulder, gripping lightly.  "Feelin good?"

"Checked out," he confirms.  "How is she?"

"Her doctor hasn't come in yet," Jimmy tells him.

Paul shakes his head, down on himself.  "I am so sorry," he manages, not knowing what to say.  "I should've been more forceful, or something, or-"

"No," Robert surprises him.  "She's got a bad past with that stuff...you did good.  I'm not upset."

"You're not?"

"Shit happens," he sighs.  "Just...go home for tonight.  We're all done with appearances for a while.  Time for a break."

With a bit of protest, Paul finally agrees, but also promises to come back for an update, and wants a call the first moment anything is said.

Shortly after, Gwyneth calls Robert's phone and he takes it, glad to have a friend calling.  Truthfully, he's had plenty of calls, but doesn't want to talk to just anyone.  He knows we're friends, and they're close, so...it just makes sense.  She tells him she's visiting, and will be in shortly, and he has Jimmy work with the remote team to set up clearances downstairs.

The next visitor he's hoping is my mother, but she's still a good couple hours out, on a jet somewhere over Oklahoma or something, but it's at least the update he's been impatient for.

"Mr Downey," a voice suddenly pulls him from his phone and he lifts his tired, red eyes to see my doctor approaching; not the same one from the room earlier; an actual surgeon, by the looks of it.