Author's Note: Now that Robin and Patrick are getting a decent story (unlike all the other crap happening on the show-but I digress), I hope this one turns out as good as I hoped. I'll continue as long as people are interested, but with the show providing (for once) a good story-I hope it doesn't…well…SUCK in comparison!

I also wanted to note that I am trying to keep the medical part as real as I can without losing the plot of my story, so forgive me if I fib a few things here and there. If I do, it should only be minor stuff. Thanks!


Robin was sitting nervously, waiting for Dr. Beck to return with her test results when her pager went off eliciting a quiet yelp from the nervous doctor. Robin consulted her pager and with a slight groan-dressed and quickly left her doctor's office. She offered a quick apology to the nurse and made her way to the Emergency Room. It was fine, she consoled herself, she felt much better. She couldn't help but scold herself for wasting Dr. Beck's time as she was about 99 sure she wasn't sick-but what was wrong with her she couldn't guess.

"Better safe than sorry," she mumbled as she entered the ER where she was suddenly confronted with a roomful of schoolchildren in various forms of distress, the majority of them vomiting into trash cans and buckets the hospital staff had obviously hastily provided. The sight turned Robin's stomach, but she forced herself to act professionally and guarding her nose, she made her way to the desk where Epiphany was speaking heatedly with an older gentleman.

"Sir, you need to wait your turn. I understand your finger is bleeding but I have thirty puking kids here. You'll just have to wait," Epiphany insisted and the man, holding a blood soaked rag over his left hand, shook his head angrily and muttered something about health care standards and treatment of elders before moving to the only block of chairs not overtaken by vomiting children.

"What is going on here?" Robin asked from behind the sleeve of her coat, which was covering her nose to help with the growing stench.

"Bunch of kids took sick this morning. The teacher's aide thinks it was from some fish they ate yesterday on a field trip to the wharf. The class's teacher is sick and she's in a curtain area already, and the teacher's aide didn't eat any fish and he's attending to the kids for now," Epiphany stared hard at Robin, and feeling a flush rise in her cheeks Robin dropped her sleeve from her face feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I haven't been feeling very well either," she started to explain but when Epiphany's look didn't change she stopped. The nurse didn't care if Robin was ill.

A moment later, Epiphany handed Robin a list of the kids and smiled. "You are the only doctor so far who has answered the page. It was made to all doctors, but you win the lottery as the first to arrive so you get the pleasure of sorting the mess out."

Robin accepted the list and sighed. Making her way to the teacher's aide who was cradling a blond girl with a small basin under her chin, Robin began the task of separating the kids based on symptoms and level of sickness. The teacher's aide, after helping Robin with sorting, stepped aside and began calling the parents.

Robin's stomach increased it's displeasure at being around the still vomiting children and as she began to feel sure she wouldn't be able to stand watching any more kids throw up she saw Patrick coming down the hall with Emily Quartermaine. Robin made a beeline for the two of them and without a word thrust the paperwork and list of kids into Patrick's hands then darted to the nearest bathroom where she promptly emptied her own stomach of it's contents.

After, she stood in the bathroom stall taking long deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her abdominal muscles felt tender and Robin grumbled to herself, angry she couldn't keep her body under control.

The sound of the door opening caught her attention and she hoped there was no lingering stench.

"Robin?" The gentle voice of Emily broke the silence in the bathroom.

"Are you alright? Patrick sent me in here to make sure you were okay," Emily continued, her voice now sounding from the other side of the stall Robin was still in.

"Yeah," Robin responded as she opened the stall door, "I'm okay. Now."

Offering a weak smile to Emily, Robin approached the washbasin and turned on the cold water, splashing it over her face, caring nothing for the fact that her makeup was beginning to run down her face.

Robin smiled in thanks as Emily handed her a paper towel.

"I'm not too good around sick people either. I mean, pukey sick people," Emily offered.

"It's fine. I haven't been feeling well the past few days anyway. It just got to me. We should get back out there," Robin tossed the makeup covered paper towel into the trash bin and made for the door.

"Well Patrick is out there now, and I'm here, and I saw Dr. Limmin and Dr. Wesley coming down that hall as I came after you. I'm sure they can handle it."

Robin was grateful for the concern that Emily was showing, misplaced as it was. Robin's duty as a doctor was too overwhelming to ignore and she wasn't about to leave a situation where she was obviously needed.

"Well they probably need our help, let's go," Robin pushed the restroom door open and without waiting for Emily to follow headed back towards the ER.

The waiting room was half empty of kids when Robin and Emily returned. Only Elizabeth Spencer and Patrick were still there and Robin noticed Patrick staring at her as she came back to the scene.

The more violently sick kids were already being taken care of, so Robin took it upon herself to talk to and calm the ones that were less ill. As she sat next to a dark haired freckled little boy, she saw Patrick give Emily a hard glare and Emily just shrugged as if to say 'I tried', then she turned her attention to another child.

Several hours and two sets of scrubs later, the kids were all treated and all but two had been taken home by parents. Elizabeth and Emily volunteered to sit with the last two kids until their parents came, and Robin was glad for the mess to be over. The man who had the bloody hand was finally being sutured, and the ER was void of any action.

"Dr. Scorpio," Patrick greeted as he sank into a waiting room chair next to Robin.

"Dr. Drake, you must be feeling much better to have worked these kids," Robin observed, unable to hide her admiration.

"I feel like new. You obviously don't. Have you seen someone?" Patrick asked, turning to look at Robin with concern.

Robin just nodded.

"Good. You have to be extra careful with your condition. Speaking of, I have an HIV test tomorrow."

Robin turned and stared at Patrick. He spoke of the test so nonchalantly, like it was just a throat culture, or a routine blood workup. If Robin didn't know better, she would almost guess he was teasing about it.

"Well I honestly hope it comes back negative," Robin said and they sat in silence a moment longer. Robin's mind was racing. She wondered if Patrick was putting up a front but was really freaked out about the test; she wondered what was wrong with her; she wondered if she and Patrick would ever have a relationship that didn't consist of her pushing, him pulling and constant arguing and bickering.

"Well, I have other patients I need to check on," Robin slowly stood, her back now aching from her violent barfing session earlier in the day. "I'll talk to you later. Let me know how tomorrow goes, if I don't see you before then."

Patrick remained seated and nodded, smiling widely. Robin walked away with the thought that she might have detected a hint of fear in that smile.


Just after lunch, Robin-still dressed in scrubs from the emergency room fiasco-stood at the 5th floor Nurse's Station reviewing the chart of an 11 year-old girl with an aggressive brain tumor. She had exhausted all means at her disposal and was going to consult with Dr. Noah Drake about possible surgical options. As she was reviewing the case she was startled by the sudden hysterical appearance of Alexis.

"She remembers everything and I can't get her to calm down," Alexis's face was wide with fear and Robin left the chart she was looking at and hurried to Sam McCall's room.

The young woman was staggering around the room, tossing her hands in the air as she ranted about Jason, Sonny, Emily, Alexis and Manny. Robin could make no sense of what she was saying.

"Sam," Robin attempted to get her attention but the petite woman just ignored her.

"SAM!" Robin yelled and grabbed her upper arms. Sam stopped mid-sentence and stared at Robin with wide, bleary eyes.

"What happened?" Sam asked as her eyes pooled and large tears fell down her pale cheeks.

"Lay down and let me check you, then we can talk. Okay?" Robin gently guided the small woman to her bed and was met with no resistance.

"Is she okay?" Alexis asked as she quietly moved to the other side of the bed.

Keeping her eyes on Sam, Robin nodded. Sam was staring straight ahead, her face void of any recognizable expression.

"Maybe you should wait outside while Sam and I talk?" Robin suggested to Alexis, not really offering her a choice but being polite nonetheless.

"Well, okay. But I'll be right outside," Alexis nervously walked to the door and as she gently closed it behind her Sam started in again.

"She won't let Jason to see me, she keeps telling me all these things that aren't true, like how it's Jason's fault I was shot, and that he doesn't love me. She's lying, right?" Sam's eyes pleaded with Robin. Taking a deep breath, Robin attempted to calm Sam down.


Gently closing Sam's room door behind her, Robin was immediately confronted by Alexis.

"Right now she's asleep. But overall I'm concerned. She's very confused," Robin explained after Alexis was done firing her questions. "She doesn't know what's real because she has been unaware of the goings-on around her for almost a month. You need to give her time and don't pressure her. Don't try to convince her of things that she won't accept-like the whole Jason thing. I have told her, best I could, about what happened, but I honestly thing she needs to see Jason. That is the only way she'll stop worrying and begin the healing process."

Robin watched Alexis listen to her with the face of a lawyer-unreadable and stone cold. She knew she was speaking to deaf ears when it came to Jason, but she was obliged to help the patient, so she was going to do the best she could.

"Maybe," was Alexis' only response. Robin inwardly sighed. She supposed that was the best she would get from her.

The sound of a pager going off startled them both and as Robin reached to her waistband to check if it was hers she was surprised to find her beeper missing.

"That's me," Alexis said, "excuse me."

Robin barely heard her. Where is my pager? She thought, retracing her steps in her mind. Did I leave it in the ER?

Robin quickly made her way to the first floor, her mind now on nothing else but recovering her pager. She supposed Dr. Beck had tried multiple times to get in touch with her and she had been unavailable all day.

She started her frantic search, thoughts of bad news waiting for her from Dr. Beck ever present in her mind.


A search of all the places Robin had been through the day turned up no sign of the pager. She was on the verge of tears as she slowly rode the elevator up from the ER to the 6th floor. Her imagination going a mile a minute as she considered all the terrible results that might be waiting. As the elevator doors opened Robin caught sight of a scene that chilled her to the core and elicited such a rage within her that Robin felt slightly afraid of what she might do or say.

Patrick was talking in low, hushed tones to Barbara Niern, a new nurse and a gorgeous blond bombshell. They were standing very close together and he had his hand on her lower back; her very lower back. Robin let the elevator doors close on her and she rode to the 10th floor where she got off, taking the stairwell to the 2nd floor where the locker room was located (using the time to compose herself). Robin emptied her locker of her bag, keys and cell phone and left the hospital-certain no one would miss her.

She was almost home when her cell phone rang. The caller ID read Dr. Beck and Robin mentally prepared herself for bad news.

"Dr. Beck, I'm so sorry. I've lost my pager and I'm sure you must have be-," Robin answered, immediately gushing apologies. However her doctor cut her off and as Robin listened her face slowly drained of all color. Her car slowed until the aggravated driver behind her honked and Robin pulled over, sitting on the side of the road her phone hanging loosely at her ear.

"Yes," she finally responded. "I understand. Thank you. I'll…I guess I'll be in touch," Robin hung up and stared at the phone in her hand as if it were something she'd never seen before.

This cannot be happening, Robin thought with fear and complete disbelief.

She pounded the steering wheel as the floodgates broke and Robin sat sobbing on the side of the road, cars speeding by, a few people curious and looking, but most ignoring her.

Robin wasn't sick. In fact, she was in almost perfect health, her viral load still at undetectable levels. What she was, was pregnant.


I had hoped the chapter prior to this wasn't too obvious, and only one comment guessed this plot point outright. I guess it's hard to disguise pregnancy, but I hope I had you guessing just a little bit. :)