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revivalproject2024-09-12 12:41 pm
work_wife) wrote in revivalproject2024-09-12 12:41 pm
[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
III. The Night Shift | Nights - For Guards and/or Comforting a scared Robin | Please No Additional Here - Have A Lot Of These Now
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.II. Friend Time | Afternoon/Evening - For pre-existing CR peeps not after questioning her
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 thehotdoctor 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.
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.
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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He frowns as he studies her arm. "Maybe something fell off a shelf in the struggle?" he suggests.
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'Been strangled before. Your focus sorta boils down to the thing strangling you. I can barely remember the last time either.'
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And since these guys seem to be able to find things out about their victims, is that why they chose to try to kill her by that method?
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The Upside-Down. One of the worst days of her life. She can actually make a list of them from back home without question.
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"No."
Doesn't make sense at all.
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"What about that other guy? When did he come?"
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Which was possibly something someone could be. And just not tell anyone. So she can't guarantee anything.
'Don't know how long. I was out of it. He was there though. Got me to my feet. By the time we made it to the door Little Bear was there.'
The dog hears its name and lifts its head, tail thumping happily. In fact, he even gets to his massive feet and trots over to the edge of the bed to lick her arm.
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"The guy didn't say where he'd come from or anything?"
He smiles at Little Bear. "Hey there." He misses Lark, and he worries at her dog being here without her. Will the dog ever get to go back to her?
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Because Robin had barely been able to stand, barely been able to walk, and sobbing in fear and pain. Just remembering it makes her shiver, and Little Bear realizes it. He whimpers until Robin frees up a hand to stroke his head.
"He found us. Stayed with me," Robin explains with her own, pained voice. "Other questions?"
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He smiles sadly and kindly at her. "I think that's it." He starts to get up. "I'll leave you guys alone now."
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"Thanks for food."
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