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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Just help her sleep. That sounds... nice. But the thing was, there were still nightmares. Would that make it worse?

"Okay," she says after a moment of thought, nodding in agreement. But just for now, okay?

"Okay," he repeats back, whispered with a little nod. He looks to the dog who seems pretty content to stay with her. "I'm gonna leave the light on, but I'll run to the diner and back-" Not the beach house? "and your dog here better keep an eye on you while I'm gone. Don't think I won't fight him."

And he disappears quick, grabbing his axe in the process just in case. Just in case someone unsavory did come back, they wouldn't have another weapon to use, or Billy could see the guy coming and put the blade to him. It takes a bit to get from the hospital to the diner, but he's back in about thirty minutes.

Walking this time. Because he has the medication bottle in one hand, and a mug of tea in the other, steam curling off of the top of the liquid. "Here, try this. Cinnamint or something. Should keep you warmed up and you can use to take the medication. You only need one tablet." Billy hands the mug over, and then squats down to work the bottle top open.

"Be safe," Robin whispers. But the dog gives Billy a look. Like it knows it will be left to guard her.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was so tense, she might have been asleep by the time he came back. As it was she just smiles and happily takes the cup to sip at. It's probably too hot for the pills but she's got water for that.

She wishes she had the strength to speak her thanks. That will need to come later. Far later unfortunately.

Billy isn't really expecting thanks, but he knows Robin will probably try to give one at some point. With the bottle open, he hands it over so she can take the tablet she needs.

"I'm gonna stay to keep watch over you while you sleep, okay? Give you some peace of mind while you rest up."

This time he pulls a spare chair over to rest in this time, rather than taking up space on the bedside table. She'd need the space for the medicine, mug, and water cup after all. "So you'll have me and your dog to keep an eye on you."

"Okay," she agrees even though she wants to argue that he doesn't need to.

But she won't argue. Because she'll sleep better with him there. She'd be best with Steve, but she'd already sent him off to actually get sleep. He'd never do that near her.

"Not my dog," she protests weakly. Not that the dog is going to agree on that.

The only downside with arguing with Billy, is that there's a 50/50 chance of him being absolutely stubborn and arguing himself into the ground. Either way he makes himself comfortable in the chair, listening for anyone else in the hall.

"If that's not your dog, then I'm not your friend, Robin," Billy tells her, a cheeky grin flashed her way. "Get some sleep, Buckley. I'll stay here."

"Guess you both followed me home," she rasps out before she closes her eyes. Which isn't exactly untrue either.

Sleep, though. That sounds good. She's going to try.

Billy waits for her eyes to close before relaxing in his chair. He’s tired, though his body hums with worry about Robin. Carefully getting up, he tucks the blanket around her gently before tucking some hair out of her face. "Guess we did, Robin," he whispers.

Only then does he sit back down and relax again, keeping watch.

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

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