Robin smoothed back her mother's hair as she talked to her. They said that patients in a coma could hear those around them, and she wanted to make sure that if that was the case, her mother heard her voice and knew she was there with her. She wanted to make sure her mother knew she still needed her, so there was no option but to fight as hard as she could for her life, "Mommy, I still need you. I'm not going to let you give up on me. Do you remember the strength you lent me when I was sick after Emma? Take it back and as much more as you need. Just keep fighting." Although she knew she wouldn't be getting a response, and that the coma was her mother's best chance for survival, the silence she got in return was still devastating. Anna Devane was a superhero. She was not supposed to be taken down by anything much less be lying in a hospital bed looking so frail.
From the time she could remember her mother had always protected her from anything and everything. She clearly remembered the conversation Luv had with the mother of the playground bully after the third time she'd come home crying, that day Robin had decided that it was best to always remain on Luv's goodside. There was nothing quite like having your own personal hero always on call to save the day, but more than anything what had always made her mother special to her was her tenderness where she was concerned. She clearly remembered being knocked over the first time she roller-skated on the docks. "Luv" could have gone after the bad guy, but instead she'd lifted her up into her arms and cradled her. She remembered her mother telling her countless bed time stories to comfort her after bad dreams. She remembered the safety of her mother's arms, even if at the time she hadn't known it, when she found her at "Robbie's," and after she found out about "Luv" was really Mommy, she remembered the comfort of those same arms when she dove into them after her mother's miscarriage. Even when her mother was taken captive by Grant Putnam, it was the familiar scent and strength of her embrace in the hospital after her rescue that had made the biggest impression on Robin, even more so than the strength with which she attempted to fight Putnam off to give her time to run. Those were the moments that made the day Sean tried to convince her that her parents were dead so difficult. The idea that her parents, and especially her mother, would never be there to make things all better was unfathomable.
She imagined her father was probably having similar issues right now. Robert's job in the family had always been the no-nonsense protector. It had been the beginning of their rift. She loved her father immensely from the moment she met him. Finding out he was her father had been one of the happiest moments of her childhood, but he was not a booboo kisser. She remembered knowing the moment he took her into his arms after the Putnam nightmare that she was safe, but also the way he immediately started pushing her for answers. Robert Scorpio was not a man stuck on details. She was safe. He'd protect her. She knew that. Her mother wasn't safe. He had to find her. There'd be time for cuddles later. It wasn't until she was a grown woman that she understood that he left the cuddles to her mother because the idea of showing his affection made him feel vulnerable and that terrified him. It had taken falling in love with Patrick and seeing how he guarded his heart so closely because of his relationship with his own father and losing his mother, that Robin came to understand the scars on her father's heart from losing his parents and being so angry at Mac for so many years. She understood know and she valued how hard he tried to be different, but there were still times when it infuriated her like when he walked out on her mother before going to Switzerland. The look on her mother's face when she walked into the room was entirely too familiar. It was so familiar, she could almost see it on her mother's face thirty years prior as her father walked away after finding out about her involvement with the DVX.
There were times when Robin wondered what her mother was like before she had her. It was hard to imagine her mother as an eighteen year old superspy prodigy. If having Emma at thirty, with a stable career and, Patrick scared her so badly, she couldn't even begin to comprehend how terrified her mother had been at eighteen, with her "career" up in smoke, and her father no where to be found. A baby most definitely had not been in her mother's plans, but she'd risen to the occasion brilliantly. May be it had been the trauma that bonded them so tightly. It was likely the start of her mother's need to make things up to her. Robin was ashamed of the fact that at times she'd pulled the "you owe me" card to manipulate things to her advantage regardless of how badly she knew it hurt her mother. She'd never forget the look on her mother's face when she'd held her gun out to her and said, almost daring her, "I hope it's worth it." However, she wasn't above using it again. If push came to shove, she'd guilt her mother through this crisis. It was her turn to take care of her mother, and she'd use whatever tools she had to in order to get the job done.