revivalproject | [Open] At Least The Hospital Isn't Haunted?

WHO: Robin Buckley, Open
WHERE: Temba Hospital
WHAT: Post Attack Threads
WHEN: September 12th Onward
WARNINGS: Discussions (potentially detailed) of strangulation and attempted murder

I. Bedside Manners Please | Daytime - Good for Interviews

The hospital room is at least a nice one. One with a window so there is light coming in from outside. Right now the dog that had come rushing up when Billy Loomis was helping her to the hospital was stretched out in that pool of sunshine. Robin watches the dog in his happy resting.

At least one of them was happy.

Robin's fingers come up o touch the swath of bandaging around her neck, holding the salves that the ~~hot~~ doctor had worked into her skin before putting the bandages on. It's still painful. At least breathing wasn't too much of a problem right now. She sighed, something she immediately winced over the pain over. Then she looked back down at the communication device in her lap. She should do something to entertain herself. Or maybe message her friends to let them know she could really use some company.

No, though. There were reasons not to do that. Maybe later. So she puts the device back down in her lap.

When she heard someone at the door, though, she turned her head slowly to regard them. Nods briefly to them, because pain for a greeting wasn't worth it right now.

II. Friend Time | Afternoon/Evening - For pre-existing CR peeps not after questioning her

If there was one time that Robin absolutely refused to put up with questions during, it was meals. The food was better than the hospital in Hawkins, so there was that. But mostly, she doesn't want to try both the strain of talking to people about the new trauma and eating at the same time. So when lunch and dinner happen, she glares hard at those she doesn't want around until they figure it out and head out for a while.

It's different with her friends. Different with the people she already knows and trusts and believes could have had nothing to do with hurting her. Then when meals come up she shoos Little Bear from the bed, pulls the rolling tray closer, and scootches over so her friend can join her in the bed. Because being close to someone so she can keep talking is nice. Especially when she has to whisper even more quietly while trying to eat. Nothing like trying to swallow with a damaged throat and still trying to hold a conversation. Especially with her hands too taken up to be typing on her comm or writing on paper to answer.

III. The Night Shift | Nights - For Guards and/or Comforting a scared Robin | Please No Additional Here - Have A Lot Of These Now

Fear was something Robin was used to living with. Had been since things went wrong back at the mall. But that had never felt personal. That had never been so direct. It had never made her so afraid of being alone in the dark. Not that the hospital is fully dark. The lights in the room are just down low. And she's not alone either.

The dog that used to belong to the clothes lady was lying in bed with her after all, carefully stretched out on her good side and resting his big head on her stomach. His tail beat a slow rhythm as she lets her fingers stroke over his soft, curly fur. But her eyes... they're always on the door. Wide. Watching. Fearful.

She hates this. Having a new reason to fear the night. It was better when it was monsters. It was better when evil people were the government or bigots. It was better when she knew what people who would hurt her looked like.

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Robin's doing her best at eating this space mushroom soup (so tasty, why does it taste like bacon?), and Max goes and says that. Talk about the most exaggerated eye roll ever. Come on Max, are you kidding?

"Sooner alone than take you to get hurt."

Simple as that.

"Really?" She rolls her eyes right back.

"Then at least pick someone else to team up with. But we clearly need a buddy system," Max insists.

"All of us. Me included."

Yeah, they do. Except...

"It was late," she whispers. "And no one lured me."

"I don't care if it's one in the morning. I'll be grumpy, but I'll come running. Even if you're just going to step outside to get fresh air."

And she means it, Robin has to know Max means every word of that, by now. "And if not me, again, anyone else would have likely gone with you." Max sounds frustrated, sure, but it's from a place of worry and concern. It's almost like Robin thinks she would be a burden....

Like Robin would ever bring Max into more danger. Billy would kill her. It would be fair, okay? So no, she probably will just have to keep getting yelled at.

"Go with Billy. Get my bike? Should be there."

Someone should put it somewhere safe.

Max will keep yelling at her, then, because she could still ask someone else to team up with her.

At first, she sighs.

"Don't think I didn't catch you didn't answer me," she scolds, first, but then she softens a little and tells Robin, "but yeah, of course. I can get your bike." Max isn't going to just let someone take Robin's things, either.

Yeah, she could have. But it was late at night and it was only going to a familiar place she'd been to many nights before.

"Thank you," Robin manages to say, before reaching out for Max's hand. Just let her squeeze it, Max. Let her remind you that she's still here.

Max actually understands that. She isn't the type to sit still, or always take someone with her, after all. But she's terrified of losing someone she cares for, and Robin counts.

She squeezes Robin's hand back.

"Now, stop talking and let me just sit here with you, for a bit. Save your voice, okay?"

"Okay," Robin agrees, squeezing her hand back. "Okay, yeah."

Strange, how she never would have expected someone other than Steve to be at her side. And she's got so many people now.

It's almost overwhelming.

She definitely has Max, and Max isn't going anywhere. Robin is the only other girl from home. It matters.

Max is just quiet for a moment, glad Robin is okay enough to be stubborn. It's a good sign. At least, that's how she's going to look at it, even if she's worried.

And that's a fair choice to make. As for Robin... Well, she might be starting to nod off a bit, just because of the long day it's been.

Only for the soft boofing of Little Bear to draw her attention.

"Needs walks," Robin grumbles. "Could you?"

Max's face practically lights up when Little Bear just makes noise.

"Of course," she tells Robin. It had been easy to forget about him when he was being quiet and she was so worried about Robin, but now, her attention goes right to him. Besides, it's not lost on her Robin might need a nap.

Max gets up and kneels down a little to ask, almost excitedly, "You ready for a walk? I'll take you."

She looks back at Robin to tell her, softly, "Get some rest. I'll bring him back after, and make sure he gets some water."

"Okay," Robin agrees, though she looks a bit confused. It's not like it's her dog or anything...

But she did feel safer with Little Bear around. So she supposed she wasn't going to be too upset.

As for the dog, well, he's surging to his paws at the first mention of 'walk'. Hopefully Max can handle something as big as he is. Especially since he hardly has a leash with him at the moment.

He's big, but he's cute, and even if he's not Robin's, right now, Max, too, will feel safer with Little Bear looking out for Robin.

Max ruffles Little Bear's fur a little with a pet, and smiles at how eager he is. She thinks it'll be fine.

She does stop to lean over and give Robin another hug, though, a careful one.

Robin gives the hug back just a little and then smiles. Even spares a light pat on Max's arm. She needs her sleep though.

[Open] At Least The Hospital Isn't Haunted?

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