This is a scrubs story that takes place after Robin was rescued. There is no Sabrina or Britt. Most of the rest of the story is the same. There will be many twists and turns and lots of drama, but never a third party.
Some of my original characters from my novels and Family by Choice series will make an appearance. If you read "What life can be" you might recognize a few…
Chapter One:
Patrick smiled as he finished his final surgery for the day. So much was finally going right in his life. His wife was back in his arms and his family was finally together. After being held for two years, Robin's adjustment back into her life had been remarkable.
He wasn't really surprised. She was Robin. She was his everything and he would never underestimate her strength. There was a little bit of concern about her HIV after being held in isolation for so long. Much of her ability to fight this disease came from her amazing self awareness and strict adherence to her protocol. Being in isolation and having little to no control over her health had been a huge stress to her.
Her numbers were good, but they could be better. She was angry about that and he didn't understand how she continued to be so hard on herself. Anyone else would have died. Anyone else would have given up.
Robin fought.
She had to adjust her cocktail and she was feeling the effects. It broke his heart that she was dealing with this on top of everything else, but he knew she could get through it. He just wanted to go home.
"Patrick? Were you and Robin coming to the meeting later?" Elizabeth asked.
"What meeting?" he asked the nice surgical nurse who was also a good friend.
"They hired those new doctors for the Stone Cates wing and I know Dr. Quartermaine wanted us all to make an appearance.
Patrick sighed.
"Right, I forgot. I'm sure we will be there," he said and smiled as he grabbed his things. He would shower at home. He missed his girls.
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Robin was sitting in the living room and waiting for Emma to come home from school. She had taken a long walk around the docks and found herself doing what she always loved.
Gaining perspective.
She was doing well, and she knew that. She was home and it was better than she could have ever imagined. Her husband had waited for her and their love was as strong as it had ever been.
She just hated that she missed so much.
Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail, she rubbed her arms, a chill coming over her. She had been a little hot and sweaty earlier, but she stopped vomiting, so she hoped her meds were settling in. She looked at the pictures of Emma and Patrick and their family and her tears came.
She was never a crier. Maybe she should go talk to someone? She saw Kevin back on schedule at GH. Maybe he could help her sort things out? Her emotions were all over the place and she knew it came from her fear.
It wasn't like she wasn't happy. She was so in love with Patrick and Emma was the most amazing daughter. It was as if she didn't believe she deserved this good fortune. She didn't know why she was spared.
She also needed to figure out what to do with her life. She didn't really want to go right back to work. She wanted to spend time as a wife and mother and just enjoy being home. The problem was that she hadn't really let Patrick touch her. They hugged and kissed, but she was scared. Her viral load was too high and she was terrified of infecting him. She never really worried about that as much before because she took such good care of herself.
What if this ruined everything?
She jumped when the door opened and she smiled when Patrick walked in.
"Hi," she walked to him and hugged him tightly.
He was a little surprised and he held her.
"Hey, what is it? You okay?" he asked as he stepped back and held her by the shoulders.
She nodded and wiped her eyes.
"I'm just glad you're home," she said softly.
He was incredibly concerned by her demeanor.
"Robin? Did something happen?"
She turned and walked to the couch before she sat.
"No. I'm just a little anxious," she said and rubbed her arms. "I know, not real attractive."
He sat down and took her hands in his.
"I love you so much. I'm sorry you're upset," he smiled and kissed her fingers. "Can you tell me why you're anxious?"
She shrugged and sighed.
"I went for a walk around the docks today," she said.
"Alone? Why?"
She smiled at him.
"Patrick, I've lived here my whole life. I have always walked and enjoyed the perspective it gives me. I guess my thoughts are kind of all over the place, and my stomach hasn't been so great."
He immediately felt her forehead and took her hand, checking her pulse. She smiled and her heart flipped at how amazing it felt to have someone take care of her. To want to.
"I'm okay," she said softly. "It was more my mind."
"Well, why don't you tell me what you're worried about?"
Her tears spilled over her cheeks and Patrick felt his own eyes get wet.
"Being a good wife and mother?" she said quietly.
"What? How could you worry about that?"
"Because you and Emma seem to be so amazing together, Patrick. Do you even need me anymore?" she stood up and walked to the large bay window they had and wrapped her arms around her waist. "I also haven't let you touch me yet. I'm sorry about that."
Patrick walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him.
"First of all, we survived because we owed that to you, to the life we built together. We got up each day and put one foot in front of the other because you and I worked too hard for this life for me to give up. I made things okay for Emma because she is the best of you and helping her made me feel like you were somehow still with me. We survived, but we weren't amazing. We need you like we need air, Robin," he said and she turned and wrapped her arms around him.
"As for my touching you, I think I'm doing that right now," he cupped her face in his hands. "We will make love when we decide to, and it will be worth the wait. I'm here for the duration and I will wait for you forever."
"Forever?" she grinned.
"Well, assuming that means soon," he wiggled his eyebrows at her and laughed.
"I just missed you so much," she said "But I need you to be safe and I need my numbers to be better. I want you, so much," she said and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply and pressing her body against his.
He let himself get lost in her kiss and his hands moved up to her slim waist and danced along her skin. She moaned and he felt every part of his body respond.
"I feel like I could kiss you for hours and not have enough," she said breathlessly.
"Gross," a little voice said and Patrick and Robin turned to see Emma standing there.
"Hey, we didn't hear you come in," Patrick smiled.
"I know," she rolled her eyes and Robin smiled.
"How was your day?" she asked as she helped Emma with her backpack.
"It was okay. I missed you," she said and hugged Robin.
Patrick smiled at them. Emma had been especially clingy since Robin came back and they both allowed it, knowing she needed to believe Robin was here to stay.
"I missed you, too. Shall we go have a snack?" Robin smiled at Patrick.
Emma nodded and Patrick grinned.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?"
"Sure. We'll be in the kitchen doing homework," Robin said.
Emma sighed and Robin and Patrick laughed.
"Come on. The sooner we do it, the sooner it will be done."
Patrick watched as they went into the kitchen and he wiped his face, so proud of his family.
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"Are you sure it's okay we didn't go?" Robin asked Patrick as they snuggled on the couch later that evening. She hadn't been feeling well again and Patrick felt they should stay home. He was actually happy to not go. He wanted her all to himself.
"It's fine," he said and ran his fingers over her back. "I would rather have you all to myself, anyway."
She smiled and ran her hand over his chest.
"I just don't want anyone to be mad I wasn't there."
"Robin, nobody is mad at anything. They all just want to see you. They love you and missed you so much."
She sat up and put her head in her hands, taking a few deep breaths.
Patrick sat up and went to grab her some ginger ale. He sat down and rubbed her back.
"Take a drink, okay?" he said softly, hating every minute of her suffering.
She did and he noticed her hands were shaking.
"Hey, it's okay," he said and put the pop down before she wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm okay," she smiled. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
"I'm pretty sure nothing is ruined," he said and they lay back, entwined in each other's arms.
"Mommy?" Emma's voice cried out.
They sat up and Patrick looked at her.
"I'll go," he said, worried about her health.
"No, I want to. I'm okay," she smiled and kissed him.
He nodded and watched her walk away. He exhaled and ran his hand through his hair. He was worried about her. She held so much inside and for as strong as she was, everyone had their breaking point.
They didn't catch everyone who was behind the kidnapping. Jerry Jacks and Faison were dead, but the woman Robin said tortured her the most was still on the loose. Robert and Anna were off searching for her and they were all on alert in case anything seemed out of the ordinary.
Patrick stood up and walked to the fireplace, looking at the mantel and smiling at all of Emma's projects. He picked up the picture of Emma and Robin and felt so blessed.
She had come back to him. After everything that happened, she had come home. That meant everything.
"Patrick? I think we need to go to the hospital," Robin rushed in.
"What? Why?" he saw her carrying Emma.
"She's burning up and she wasn't making sense. She vomited and her abdomen is firm."
Patrick took Emma from her and they both rushed out of the house.
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