General Hospital - Scrubs Fic - Come Back 12/20
Originally posted by: tkfaf Oct 22 2007, 06:40 AM
I know it has been forever since I updated, but life got a little crazy on me and I had some loss of inspiration from watching too much of the junk on GH right now. I really should stop watching for a while, but like the trainwreck that it is, I just can't look away. Anyway, this update is dedicated to Kristin & Amanda, who have gently, but regularly stalked me for an update. Hope you all enjoy it and please let me know what you think.
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Chapter 12
Mac reached out to brush the wayward strands of hair off of Robin’s face. Ever since she had slipped back into unconsciousness after her conversation to Robert, she had barely stirred. Robin had always been a creature of perpetual motion and there were times when Mac felt overwhelmed just trying to keep up with her. Despite not being their biological father, Robin was his girl just as much as Maxie and Georgie were. While Robert and Frisco were off saving the world, he had raised all three girls, which in his opinion, required more of an emotional commitment than either man seemed capable of. Robin, like Georgie, had turned into a wonderful, responsible young woman that Mac could be proud of, but he wasn’t sure how much credit he could claim for how they turned out. Maxie, on the other hand, was the wild child. His musings were interrupted by Robin’s soft voice.
“You’re here.”
Mac smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, letting his hands linger for a moment.
“You’re alright,” Mac told her in what he hoped was a convincing voice, but when she looked down at her hands, purposefully avoiding eye contact with him, he wasn’t sure he had succeeded.
“I’m fine. At least I was. I have a feeling that’s about to change.” Mac was confused by the uncharacteristically meek tone to her voice.
“Why do you say that sweetheart?” When she didn’t answer him, Mac tried a different approach. “Out with it Robin; lets hear it.”
“Everything?” Mac didn’t miss the small glance she stole in his direction.
“Might as well.”
After a couple of false starts, she finally said “I don’t know where to start.” Her sudden glance at the door caused Mac to look in that direction, expecting to see someone entering, but there was no one there.
“I have plenty of time,” he encouraged. Robin continued to steal glances around the room and at him, before taking a deep breath and continuing.
“Stone and I went for a picnic in the woods and we were fine until these bikers came.” Drake had warned him about her episodes of confusion, but he hadn’t expected this. Memories of coming back from an out of town trip to find Robin recuperating from a concussion after a disastrous outing with Stone came flooding back to him. Mac was too stunned to speak, but Robin responded as if had said something that hit a nerve with her.
“No! In fact, one of them knocked him out. Then one of them chased me. By the time I looked around, I didn’t even know where I was.” The words were tumbling out of her mouth so fast that Mac closed his eyes only to find images of that afternoon playing out in his mind. He could see Sean and Tiffany’s penthouse so clearly and was once again struck with the irony that the next occupant had been up and coming mob boss Sonny Corinthos. Robin continued on as if she was stuck in the past.
“And then there was this bear, Grizzly bear, Brown bear, or something. I guess it smelled the food in my backpack. Then it chased me and I had to climb a tree until help came, which wasn’t till morning. I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I’m sorry.” She glanced to her right again and Mac recalled how Sean and Tiffany tried to take some of the blame for what had happened.
“No, they didn’t know.” Although he still hadn’t found his voice, his lecture on how she lied to everybody was just as vivid in his own mind as it appeared to be in hers.
“They wouldn’t have let me go if I’d have told them I was going with Stone. You know you can’t keep two people apart by just making up rules all the time!”
“Robin, honey” he said with great difficulty.
“First you tell me to be responsible, and then you tell me you can’t trust me enough to be truly responsible for the things that matter to me.” She was starting to yell and even though the reasons were different, he was beginning to feel as frustrated now as he was then. She didn’t seem to hear him at all.
“That’s not fair! I didn’t start lying to you until you stopped trusting me.” They way that she was rolling her eyes and the defiant cross of her arms was a reminder of how she was during many of their fights during her late teen years. Her attitude during that time had sparked his fuse as quick as Maxie’s current antics did.
“Robin, please look at me.” She did look at him, but when he saw the anger in her eyes and the pursed lips, he knew she was still years away from him.
“The truth would have kept me from being with Stone. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Between the memories and the current infection that was stealing his little girl away from him, Mac was reaching his breaking point. He wasn’t any more confident about what to do now than he had been that afternoon.
“Robin, I’m scared.” A lone tear ran down his cheek as she looked at him.
“I’m scared too. I can’t help the way I feel. I tried. Honest, I did, but the more I tried, the angrier I got. I hate being angry at you.”
“Robin, I love you,” he said pulling her into a hug. He felt her breathing slow down as her head rested on his shoulder and she slipped back into unconsciousness in less than a minute. Mac gently laid her back down on the bed and sent a silent prayer to heaven that the doctors worked quickly to bring his little girl back to him.
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As he put on his isolation gear, Patrick watched Mac, who in turn was watching a sleeping Robin. Patrick quietly entered the room.
“Hey Mac.”
Patrick saw him jump a little.
“Patrick, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“It’s all right. I didn’t mean to startle you. Has she woken up at all?”
“She opened her eyes and spoke to me, but she wasn’t really awake.”
Patrick nodded in understanding and pulled up a stool, sitting down across the bed from Mac. He picked up Robin’s hand, feeling the reassuring warmth, but it was missing the spark of chemistry that should have been there. Mac broke the silence first.
“It’s strange isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“Being in the room with her and her not trying to boss us around,” Mac said.
Patrick couldn’t help but smile.
“We may have had a few heated debates on that subject.”
“Is that what you call what you two do?”
Patrick felt his smile fade just a bit.
“I tried to call them arguments once, but she insisted that debates sounded more dignified.”
Mac laughed softly.
“That must be Anna’s influence, because us Scorpios pride ourselves on our arguing abilities and have even been known to boast about it on occasion.”
“I’m shocked,” Patrick said with mock indignation. “I thought I was the one who developed her debating skills.”
“You’ll have to stick to getting your ego fix in the OR Drake, because her debating skills, as you put it, predate even me. Robbie told me a story once about an incident that happened not long after he first met Robin.”
Mac once again turned his attention back to Robin. Patrick watched him gently stroke her face; his eyes were filled with a mixture of love, outright concern, and a bit of nostalgia. He leaned forward, eager for a glimpse into her past. There was so much of Robin’s history Patrick didn’t know and her recent trips down memory lane had awakened a desire to know about her past that he hadn’t felt before.
“Robbie and Anna were involved in some sort of mission in the Asian Quarter involving black pearls. I don’t even think they had told Robin she was their daughter yet. Anyway, the closer they got to the gang, the more worried they go that there would be an attempt to kidnap Robin. They devised these games so she would know what to do if that ever happened. Well, Anna decided to go off on her own for whatever reason, so she knocked Robbie out, tied him up, and left.”
“Anna did that?” Patrick asked, unable to hide his surprise.
“Anna is capable of a great many things, especially where my brother is concerned.” Mac laughed. “Anyway, Robin found him, bound, gagged, and cuffed to the cabinets behind the bar. She just assumed it was just another game and refused to untie him, because it was against the rules of the game. Try as he might, Robbie couldn’t convince her.”
Patrick laughed along with Mac as he imagined Robert, the super spy, trying to talk a stubborn little girl into setting him free.
“It took a while, and probably a lot of talking knowing my brother and niece, but she eventually untied him.”
“Robert couldn’t have been very happy with Anna when he finally caught up to her.”
“No he wasn’t, but they always could rile each other up. A lot like you and Robin do.”
Both men quietly sat, each holding one of Robin’s hands and lost in their own thoughts about her. As the silence continued, Patrick impulsively asked the question that he had first crossed his mind when Robert showed up during the epidemic.
“Did she ever get to be just a regular kid?” Patrick couldn’t be sure, but he thought Mac was smiling at the question under his mask.
“I’m not sure regular would be a word anyone would use to describe Robin or her childhood.” Mac sighed and Patrick began to wonder if he was going to say anymore, when Mac cleared his throat and continued. “I suppose there were moments of normalcy, especially before she knew Robbie and Anna were her parents.”
“Back when she was living with her grandma?” Patrick asked, studying Mac’s face for any clues that might be unspoken.
“Yeah, Anna thought it would be safer for her not to know, just like Robbie thought staying dead was safer for her. I’m still not sure they made the right choice, but Robin told me recently that she understood.” Patrick saw the shine of tears collecting in Mac’s eyes as he spoke. “That’s Robin though. She has an amazingly big heart and once she lets a person in, she keeps them there forever.”
Swallowing a lump in his own throat, Patrick replied “I know.”
Mac looked at him. “I suppose you do.”
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It had taken Alan quite a bit of talking, but he had finally gotten both Patrick and Mac to take a break while he sat with Robin. Although her vitals weren’t much worse, her fever remained high and the frequency of irregular heart beats had him concerned about the toll the infection was taking on her system as a whole. The antibiotics coursing through her body didn’t seem to have gained the upper hand yet, but given the severity of her condition, it could still be hours before they would see any improvement. Monica had looked at the EKG and chest x-ray before he came to check on Robin. She hadn’t seen anything so far that indicated permanent damage, but he could see that she was worried about the possibility if the antibiotics didn’t start working soon. He turned his head when he felt a rush of air and was surprised to see his son standing in the open doorway.
“Jason?”
Jason briefly glanced at Robin, before turning to address his father.
“I just wanted to let you know that Michael has been discharged.”
Alan nodded. His happiness that his grandson was going to be fine was tempered by his concern for Robin.
“How is she doing?” Alan could see the concern in Jason’s eyes and it took him by surprise. There were very few times since his accident that Alan could remember detecting any emotion from his son, but Robin seemed to have that affect on people.
“Not well right now, but hopefully…” The rest of what Alan had been saying was lost to him when he saw the man coming up behind Jason. Jason must have sensed the change in Alan, because he quickly turned around. Alan saw Jason’s posture change from relaxed to a state of readiness in an instant.
“What are you doing here?”
“Now Mr. Morgan, is that any way to greet the brother of your best friend’s husband?”
While Alan was still trying to recover from the shock of seeing his former captor, Jason swiftly grabbed Jerry Jax’s collar and shoved him against the door frame.
“I won’t ask again. What are you doing here?”
Despite being pinned, the smug smile that Alan remembered from the hostage crisis remained on Jerry’s lips. Alan would have liked to call for security, but there was no way for him to get past them at the moment.
“I was simply trying to find my most entertaining hostage for a chat, but I see now she’s not going to be as helpful as I’d hoped.”
Jason pulled Jerry back and then slammed him into the door frame for a second time. Alan had never wanted to know the details of what his son did for a living, let alone see any of it. He was relieved to see Mac and Patrick approaching behind Jason.
“Careful Mr. Morgan. Your father’s ticker isn’t as quiet as strong as it once was. We wouldn’t want him to suffer a set back now would we?”
“What’s going on here?” Mac asked.
Alan was so focused on the scene in front of him, that he didn’t notice Robin until she grabbed his arm. For the second time in as many minutes, he was shocked. She was standing beside him, holding onto his arm, having nearly disconnected all her IV lines and monitor wires.
“Jason, stop! Please stop!” Robin yelled.
All four men froze in shock at the unexpected sound of her voice.
“Robin, honey, lets get back into bed.” Alan tried to guide her back, but she ignored him.
“Let it be over. He can't hurt you or Michael anymore.”
Alan was just as confused as Mac and Patrick seemed to be, but Jason’s face was unreadable as was Jerry’s. Looking back at Robin, he was concerned at how pale she was and how labored her breathing had become. If it weren’t for her incredible will power, Alan was convinced she would have collapsed already.
“He won't. Tony, please just tell him that you won't.”
“Jobin Robin appears to have gone a little daft.”
Jason slammed Jerry against the door frame for the third time.
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“I'm not asking you to let him go.” Robin’s breathing was becoming more labored with every second that passed, but Alan was still unable to move her.
“He didn't hurt me.” Alan looked at Patrick for help and saw the young doctor trying to squeeze past Jason and Jerry while Robin continued to plead with Jason.
“He didn't mean to hurt me,” she corrected herself. “Don't let the day you find Michael be the day that he loses you.”
Patrick finally made it into the room as Robin took a small step forward, then collapsed, pulling loose the monitor wires from the machines as she fell. Alan was able to slow her fall down long enough for Patrick to catch her upper body. Patrick scooped her up and carried her back to bed. Alan looked at the door long enough to see his son hauling Jerry off down the hall.
“How is she?” Mac asked from the doorway.
Alan began checking Robin over as Patrick reconnected the monitors.
“Robin, it’s Alan, can you hear me?”
There was no response and Alan shared a concerned look with Patrick. Her oxygen levels were way down, there were more irregular heart beats than before, and her breathing was way too shallow.
“Mac, go get Emily and Epiphany. She’s slipping into a coma.”
I know it has been forever since I updated, but life got a little crazy on me and I had some loss of inspiration from watching too much of the junk on GH right now. I really should stop watching for a while, but like the trainwreck that it is, I just can't look away. Anyway, this update is dedicated to Kristin & Amanda, who have gently, but regularly stalked me for an update. Hope you all enjoy it and please let me know what you think.
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Chapter 12
Mac reached out to brush the wayward strands of hair off of Robin’s face. Ever since she had slipped back into unconsciousness after her conversation to Robert, she had barely stirred. Robin had always been a creature of perpetual motion and there were times when Mac felt overwhelmed just trying to keep up with her. Despite not being their biological father, Robin was his girl just as much as Maxie and Georgie were. While Robert and Frisco were off saving the world, he had raised all three girls, which in his opinion, required more of an emotional commitment than either man seemed capable of. Robin, like Georgie, had turned into a wonderful, responsible young woman that Mac could be proud of, but he wasn’t sure how much credit he could claim for how they turned out. Maxie, on the other hand, was the wild child. His musings were interrupted by Robin’s soft voice.
“You’re here.”
Mac smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, letting his hands linger for a moment.
“You’re alright,” Mac told her in what he hoped was a convincing voice, but when she looked down at her hands, purposefully avoiding eye contact with him, he wasn’t sure he had succeeded.
“I’m fine. At least I was. I have a feeling that’s about to change.” Mac was confused by the uncharacteristically meek tone to her voice.
“Why do you say that sweetheart?” When she didn’t answer him, Mac tried a different approach. “Out with it Robin; lets hear it.”
“Everything?” Mac didn’t miss the small glance she stole in his direction.
“Might as well.”
After a couple of false starts, she finally said “I don’t know where to start.” Her sudden glance at the door caused Mac to look in that direction, expecting to see someone entering, but there was no one there.
“I have plenty of time,” he encouraged. Robin continued to steal glances around the room and at him, before taking a deep breath and continuing.
“Stone and I went for a picnic in the woods and we were fine until these bikers came.” Drake had warned him about her episodes of confusion, but he hadn’t expected this. Memories of coming back from an out of town trip to find Robin recuperating from a concussion after a disastrous outing with Stone came flooding back to him. Mac was too stunned to speak, but Robin responded as if had said something that hit a nerve with her.
“No! In fact, one of them knocked him out. Then one of them chased me. By the time I looked around, I didn’t even know where I was.” The words were tumbling out of her mouth so fast that Mac closed his eyes only to find images of that afternoon playing out in his mind. He could see Sean and Tiffany’s penthouse so clearly and was once again struck with the irony that the next occupant had been up and coming mob boss Sonny Corinthos. Robin continued on as if she was stuck in the past.
“And then there was this bear, Grizzly bear, Brown bear, or something. I guess it smelled the food in my backpack. Then it chased me and I had to climb a tree until help came, which wasn’t till morning. I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I’m sorry.” She glanced to her right again and Mac recalled how Sean and Tiffany tried to take some of the blame for what had happened.
“No, they didn’t know.” Although he still hadn’t found his voice, his lecture on how she lied to everybody was just as vivid in his own mind as it appeared to be in hers.
“They wouldn’t have let me go if I’d have told them I was going with Stone. You know you can’t keep two people apart by just making up rules all the time!”
“Robin, honey” he said with great difficulty.
“First you tell me to be responsible, and then you tell me you can’t trust me enough to be truly responsible for the things that matter to me.” She was starting to yell and even though the reasons were different, he was beginning to feel as frustrated now as he was then. She didn’t seem to hear him at all.
“That’s not fair! I didn’t start lying to you until you stopped trusting me.” They way that she was rolling her eyes and the defiant cross of her arms was a reminder of how she was during many of their fights during her late teen years. Her attitude during that time had sparked his fuse as quick as Maxie’s current antics did.
“Robin, please look at me.” She did look at him, but when he saw the anger in her eyes and the pursed lips, he knew she was still years away from him.
“The truth would have kept me from being with Stone. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Between the memories and the current infection that was stealing his little girl away from him, Mac was reaching his breaking point. He wasn’t any more confident about what to do now than he had been that afternoon.
“Robin, I’m scared.” A lone tear ran down his cheek as she looked at him.
“I’m scared too. I can’t help the way I feel. I tried. Honest, I did, but the more I tried, the angrier I got. I hate being angry at you.”
“Robin, I love you,” he said pulling her into a hug. He felt her breathing slow down as her head rested on his shoulder and she slipped back into unconsciousness in less than a minute. Mac gently laid her back down on the bed and sent a silent prayer to heaven that the doctors worked quickly to bring his little girl back to him.
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As he put on his isolation gear, Patrick watched Mac, who in turn was watching a sleeping Robin. Patrick quietly entered the room.
“Hey Mac.”
Patrick saw him jump a little.
“Patrick, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“It’s all right. I didn’t mean to startle you. Has she woken up at all?”
“She opened her eyes and spoke to me, but she wasn’t really awake.”
Patrick nodded in understanding and pulled up a stool, sitting down across the bed from Mac. He picked up Robin’s hand, feeling the reassuring warmth, but it was missing the spark of chemistry that should have been there. Mac broke the silence first.
“It’s strange isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“Being in the room with her and her not trying to boss us around,” Mac said.
Patrick couldn’t help but smile.
“We may have had a few heated debates on that subject.”
“Is that what you call what you two do?”
Patrick felt his smile fade just a bit.
“I tried to call them arguments once, but she insisted that debates sounded more dignified.”
Mac laughed softly.
“That must be Anna’s influence, because us Scorpios pride ourselves on our arguing abilities and have even been known to boast about it on occasion.”
“I’m shocked,” Patrick said with mock indignation. “I thought I was the one who developed her debating skills.”
“You’ll have to stick to getting your ego fix in the OR Drake, because her debating skills, as you put it, predate even me. Robbie told me a story once about an incident that happened not long after he first met Robin.”
Mac once again turned his attention back to Robin. Patrick watched him gently stroke her face; his eyes were filled with a mixture of love, outright concern, and a bit of nostalgia. He leaned forward, eager for a glimpse into her past. There was so much of Robin’s history Patrick didn’t know and her recent trips down memory lane had awakened a desire to know about her past that he hadn’t felt before.
“Robbie and Anna were involved in some sort of mission in the Asian Quarter involving black pearls. I don’t even think they had told Robin she was their daughter yet. Anyway, the closer they got to the gang, the more worried they go that there would be an attempt to kidnap Robin. They devised these games so she would know what to do if that ever happened. Well, Anna decided to go off on her own for whatever reason, so she knocked Robbie out, tied him up, and left.”
“Anna did that?” Patrick asked, unable to hide his surprise.
“Anna is capable of a great many things, especially where my brother is concerned.” Mac laughed. “Anyway, Robin found him, bound, gagged, and cuffed to the cabinets behind the bar. She just assumed it was just another game and refused to untie him, because it was against the rules of the game. Try as he might, Robbie couldn’t convince her.”
Patrick laughed along with Mac as he imagined Robert, the super spy, trying to talk a stubborn little girl into setting him free.
“It took a while, and probably a lot of talking knowing my brother and niece, but she eventually untied him.”
“Robert couldn’t have been very happy with Anna when he finally caught up to her.”
“No he wasn’t, but they always could rile each other up. A lot like you and Robin do.”
Both men quietly sat, each holding one of Robin’s hands and lost in their own thoughts about her. As the silence continued, Patrick impulsively asked the question that he had first crossed his mind when Robert showed up during the epidemic.
“Did she ever get to be just a regular kid?” Patrick couldn’t be sure, but he thought Mac was smiling at the question under his mask.
“I’m not sure regular would be a word anyone would use to describe Robin or her childhood.” Mac sighed and Patrick began to wonder if he was going to say anymore, when Mac cleared his throat and continued. “I suppose there were moments of normalcy, especially before she knew Robbie and Anna were her parents.”
“Back when she was living with her grandma?” Patrick asked, studying Mac’s face for any clues that might be unspoken.
“Yeah, Anna thought it would be safer for her not to know, just like Robbie thought staying dead was safer for her. I’m still not sure they made the right choice, but Robin told me recently that she understood.” Patrick saw the shine of tears collecting in Mac’s eyes as he spoke. “That’s Robin though. She has an amazingly big heart and once she lets a person in, she keeps them there forever.”
Swallowing a lump in his own throat, Patrick replied “I know.”
Mac looked at him. “I suppose you do.”
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It had taken Alan quite a bit of talking, but he had finally gotten both Patrick and Mac to take a break while he sat with Robin. Although her vitals weren’t much worse, her fever remained high and the frequency of irregular heart beats had him concerned about the toll the infection was taking on her system as a whole. The antibiotics coursing through her body didn’t seem to have gained the upper hand yet, but given the severity of her condition, it could still be hours before they would see any improvement. Monica had looked at the EKG and chest x-ray before he came to check on Robin. She hadn’t seen anything so far that indicated permanent damage, but he could see that she was worried about the possibility if the antibiotics didn’t start working soon. He turned his head when he felt a rush of air and was surprised to see his son standing in the open doorway.
“Jason?”
Jason briefly glanced at Robin, before turning to address his father.
“I just wanted to let you know that Michael has been discharged.”
Alan nodded. His happiness that his grandson was going to be fine was tempered by his concern for Robin.
“How is she doing?” Alan could see the concern in Jason’s eyes and it took him by surprise. There were very few times since his accident that Alan could remember detecting any emotion from his son, but Robin seemed to have that affect on people.
“Not well right now, but hopefully…” The rest of what Alan had been saying was lost to him when he saw the man coming up behind Jason. Jason must have sensed the change in Alan, because he quickly turned around. Alan saw Jason’s posture change from relaxed to a state of readiness in an instant.
“What are you doing here?”
“Now Mr. Morgan, is that any way to greet the brother of your best friend’s husband?”
While Alan was still trying to recover from the shock of seeing his former captor, Jason swiftly grabbed Jerry Jax’s collar and shoved him against the door frame.
“I won’t ask again. What are you doing here?”
Despite being pinned, the smug smile that Alan remembered from the hostage crisis remained on Jerry’s lips. Alan would have liked to call for security, but there was no way for him to get past them at the moment.
“I was simply trying to find my most entertaining hostage for a chat, but I see now she’s not going to be as helpful as I’d hoped.”
Jason pulled Jerry back and then slammed him into the door frame for a second time. Alan had never wanted to know the details of what his son did for a living, let alone see any of it. He was relieved to see Mac and Patrick approaching behind Jason.
“Careful Mr. Morgan. Your father’s ticker isn’t as quiet as strong as it once was. We wouldn’t want him to suffer a set back now would we?”
“What’s going on here?” Mac asked.
Alan was so focused on the scene in front of him, that he didn’t notice Robin until she grabbed his arm. For the second time in as many minutes, he was shocked. She was standing beside him, holding onto his arm, having nearly disconnected all her IV lines and monitor wires.
“Jason, stop! Please stop!” Robin yelled.
All four men froze in shock at the unexpected sound of her voice.
“Robin, honey, lets get back into bed.” Alan tried to guide her back, but she ignored him.
“Let it be over. He can't hurt you or Michael anymore.”
Alan was just as confused as Mac and Patrick seemed to be, but Jason’s face was unreadable as was Jerry’s. Looking back at Robin, he was concerned at how pale she was and how labored her breathing had become. If it weren’t for her incredible will power, Alan was convinced she would have collapsed already.
“He won't. Tony, please just tell him that you won't.”
“Jobin Robin appears to have gone a little daft.”
Jason slammed Jerry against the door frame for the third time.
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“I'm not asking you to let him go.” Robin’s breathing was becoming more labored with every second that passed, but Alan was still unable to move her.
“He didn't hurt me.” Alan looked at Patrick for help and saw the young doctor trying to squeeze past Jason and Jerry while Robin continued to plead with Jason.
“He didn't mean to hurt me,” she corrected herself. “Don't let the day you find Michael be the day that he loses you.”
Patrick finally made it into the room as Robin took a small step forward, then collapsed, pulling loose the monitor wires from the machines as she fell. Alan was able to slow her fall down long enough for Patrick to catch her upper body. Patrick scooped her up and carried her back to bed. Alan looked at the door long enough to see his son hauling Jerry off down the hall.
“How is she?” Mac asked from the doorway.
Alan began checking Robin over as Patrick reconnected the monitors.
“Robin, it’s Alan, can you hear me?”
There was no response and Alan shared a concerned look with Patrick. Her oxygen levels were way down, there were more irregular heart beats than before, and her breathing was way too shallow.
“Mac, go get Emily and Epiphany. She’s slipping into a coma.”