Who: Robin, Allan, Much, Marian, and OPEN if anyone wants to be around What: with Marian after her attack When: night of the 21st Where: the hospital Warnings: angst, angst, and then some more angst
Had he been less focused, Robin would have been far more interested in the teleportation; to be in one place one moment, and miles away the next, was astounding. As it was, he was glad he remembered to thank Paige; and, as soon as he had learned where Marian was, he took off for the hospital.
Along the way, he berated himself in a thousand different ways. He should have requested that they go to the training together. He should have known that she would go out on her own, despite her agreements. He had failed her again.
Three times, now. She could not possibly have any chances left; God knew, he probably did not, either. He had promised her father he would keep her safe.
She had promised to take Allan and Much when she went to the church.
So much for promises.
A nurse directed him to her Marian's room, and he had to stop himself from running there. At the same time, he had to force his feet to move along the hallway. Allan had said she was "pretty badly hurt," and as he walked into the room, he tried to keep the "alive" part of his friend's message in mind, instead.
There were wires all around her, machines beeping beside the bed. Her arm was wrapped up in something. Her face carried some scratches, and there were areas that looked as though they were likely to bruise within the next day. And she was so very still.
He was frozen a few steps away from her. Alive. She's alive. That was the important thing.