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Amon awoke abruptly, and, upon noticing Robin's fingers resting on his own, his eyes shot to her face. He scrutinized her, searching for any change, but there was none. Her skin was still as pale as the sheets tucked around her, bandages still covered her head, and bruises still blossomed around the IV needles in her arms.
The door hushed open over the carpet and a gun was in his hand before he could even think about the gesture. Nagira stopped just inside, hands raised in the air. Amon relaxed slightly and lowered the weapon.
"Any change?"
"No."
"The doctor said it would take a while for the sedatives to wear off. He'll be by to check on her soon."
Nagira slipped out, closing the door behind him, and Amon returned his gaze to Robin.
If I hadn't sent you out that window, or if I had gone with you instead of making you go alone...
He shook his head, taking her hand in his. Nothing could be changed – there was no use dwelling on the past. Instead, he glued his eyes to her face, willing her to wake up and prove to him that she would be all right.