Robin Scorpio was feeling satisfied and content, her mother had shown up for Valentine's Day. She may be a grown woman now with a family of her own, but there was still a certain part of her that only her parents, most especially her mother, could fill. She was pulled out of her reverie by the eerie feeling that something was off. She noticed her mother did not seem to be following Emma's joyous chatter. Her mother was to say the least unconventional, but never, not even during her own childhood had she been inattentive. Anna had always made sure that when she was home Robin was the center of her universe and she extended the same love and devotion to Emma. Robin also noticed her mother's stiff movements and how hard she was trying to pay attention. It could only be one thing. She must have been injured on her last mission. Anna had always down played her own pain to not burden or scare those around her, but years of being her daughter had taught Robin to read her like a book, and her mother was definitely in pain. Between her stubbornness and her pain tolerance there was no telling just how severe it was, but Robin knew it was there and planned to call her out on it as soon as she could find a way to distract Emma. Just as she was about to suggest Emma go and play, she noticed her mother's rapid eye movements and before she could react her mother was on the ground having a grand mal. She froze. All she could see was her mother on the ground convulsing with a look of utter terror in her eyes. Terror? That was an emotion she had never actually seen in her mother and it frightened her even more than the seizure itself. Weren't patients supposed to lose consciousness during a seizure of this magnitude? For once could her mother play by the book? She wanted so badly to comfort her just as her mother had for her so many times, but she couldn't make her body respond. She could hear Emma's frantic cries and Patrick yelling at her to call 911, but she just couldn't move.
Robin wasn't sure how, but the next thing she knew she was at General Hospital sitting in a cold, hard waiting room chair for an update on her mother's condition. It was Bobbie that finally snapped her out of her trance.
"Robin, sweetheart, your mom is going to be just fine."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do. Don't forget that I was here during Robert and Anna's heyday. I have tended to your mother more times than I can count. I have seen her in worse shape that she is right now, and each and every time I've watched her beat the odds. Why don't you go lie down in an on-call room and I'll go get you as soon as Patrick has any news."
Robin didn't want to leave. It felt wrong somehow. Her mother never left her or her father for that matter. During her DIC crisis after Emma's birth, every time Robin had opened her eyes she had been met with the site of her mother. When her father had been fighting colon cancer, her mother came running the moment she called her and didn't leave his side to so much as eat. She'd lived in that room until he was better, eating cafeteria food that the nurses would take to her and sleeping in the chair by his bed. Yet neither one of them could seem to do the same for her. Robert had left her with nothing but a note, and today as she was convulsing on Robin's own floor, Robin hadn't been able to pull it together long enough to reassure her much less take care of her. It was wrong and it would stop now. Instead of listening to Bobbie's suggestion to rest, Robin pulled out her cell phone and started dialing. He miraculously picked up on the third ring.
"Dad? It's Mommy."