After what seemed like an age, the doors to the operation room opened, and several surgeons with puffy eyes sauntered out. Not expecting to see Robin standing there, nervous and alone, they walked over to her, expecting her to be related to the man on the operation table.
The second they approached her, she straightened up and cleared her throat, rubbing her cheek as if she was trying to cover up the coarse texture caused by her tears.
"Are you…" one of the older doctors spoke. He had a deeper voice, and he sounded mature, which was fitting to his age, as even behind the mask and the scrubs cap, she could tell he was reaching his mid-fifties.
"Robin. Robin Scherbatsky. Luke's girlfriend…" she trailed off, unsure of what to say next.
"Well, Miss Scherbatsky-" the doctor started again, sounding a little more certain now.
"Just call me Robin," she interrupted, her thoughts running wild once again. "Please tell me he's all right, doctor. He has to be… He has to be all right. We were going to have a future together. Please don't tell me he's gone…" she mumbled off again, not caring how crazy she was sure she sounded.
"Calm down… Robin. Your boyfriend is fine. He was critical when he was pushed into the emergency unit but he's fine now." The doctor cleared his throat and Robin was certain at that moment she could have crumbled onto the floor in happiness.
"He was on the highway and he was driving really fast, but he was not on alcohol or anything, just driving really fast, I'm thinking he was on his way home, and there was another driver, who he happened to have crashed into in an abrupt…"
Robin was hardly listening to what he was saying anymore, and by the time he had stopped talking, she resisted the urge as she nearly flopped herself onto the doctor to give him a giant hug.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you. I… I'm just… I don't know what to say… Is there anything here I can do right now? I'm… I don't know how to thank you enough. I honestly don't…" she muttered again, and while she kept her alter ego at bay, the one that would probably be lying on the floor basking in happiness right now, the doctors seemed unfazed by her current behaviour anyway.
"This is what we do, miss. There is no need to thank us." The doctor removed his mask and smiled. A warm, genuine smile that only made her feel even more grateful.
"No, honestly… Thank you so much. I don't know how to put into words how thankful I am right now for all of you and it's just… You spent so long in there and I was having crazy thoughts, and… I'm just…" At loss for words now, there was nothing Robin could bring herself to say.
The doctors, having removed their masks, had tired smiles plastered upon their faces.
"Now miss, I would like you to go to the registration counter on the first floor and check your boyfriend in the East wing of the hospital, where he'll be reserved a bed. He's unconscious right now, and we make no promises, but we can say we're very certain he will be awake in at most a weeks' time." The doctor commented and upon hearing the word 'unconscious', Robin was a bit let down.
They saved his life, you idiot. They saved his life and now what's the matter with you? Can't you wait a week? You'll have a whole lifetime with this man. A week is nothing compared to that.
Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she beamed at the doctors one more time before she headed down to the registration office to get Luke's documents sorted.
Now that she had hit her low, she valued happiness more than ever and she was positively glowing as she walked down the hallway to where the lifts were.
Half an hour ago, she was crying in a dimly lit hallway, her boyfriend was in surgery, and her best friend a thousand miles away from her. Half an hour later, she was beaming, her boyfriend was out of surgery, and he made it out alive. Although her best friend was still a thousand miles away from her, she had learned new things about their friendship.
She just cannot wait to tell Barney about this.