Author's Note: This episode is all in the hospital, and the last two chapters will be the epilogue! Thanks for the plenty of support throughout this whole story please leave me a review and let me know how I'm doing.

Day 2 of Hospital.

My leg, according to my doctor, was fucked up.

I was going to have a massive scar that ran from my upper mid-thigh to my hip, for the rest of my life. It would take at least a week or so for me to recover enough to get back to Boston Medical Center and get treatment. My particular Doctor, Dr. Jonas, was very surprised that my hip bone was barely touched, it was just the muscle around it that was damaged. The hip bone itself was going to be beyond tender to accommodate my muscle tissue slowly trying to recover and build itself back up.

Which brought me to my next obstacle: no more running for me.

At least no more running like I used to professionally. As soon as the doctor Jonas explained to me what the effects were from my recovery, I could feel some of my old life slowly melting and slipping away. It was so hard to listen to, and yet it was numbing because I was letting it all flow over me while Doctor Jonas and two others were telling me the news. The only other person there in the room that was helping out in the process was Stanley, who was quiet the whole time holding my hand and yet looking at the three Doctors with an intense gaze to drinking in every word. I was glad he was there since I didn't want to hear it anymore. All I knew was that the running career I had was now gone, robbed from me practically, and there was nothing I could do but be in the reality of it.

Once Dr. Jonas left, I was quiet for a long moment, drinking in the new information. Months of physical therapy and recovery, years and years until a full recovery, but my scar tissue won't be the same. I wasn't going to run as fast ever again. I should be mad, I should be screaming out loud in the room and breaking things in retaliation. But I was quiet, looking down at my own stub of an arm.

"You okay?" Stanley asked me in hesitance, seeing how quiet I was. I only took a breath, already remembering all of those times as a kid when I was learning something new, but differently. It made me think of my dad, how he was making sure I was learning just like the other kids, he never saw me as a setback but an obstacle. Now, as a grown adult and almost dying at the hands of some kind of alien demonic clown, it was the same thing. I slowly nodded my head, remembering to just roll my shoulders and let it slide off of me with nothing attached.

"I'll be okay," seeing him give me a soft smile to show he understood somewhat too, "I'm not gonna let this make feel worse,"

"But you won't be able to run again," Stanley commented, not in a cruel way but as a statement.

"I know," I answered, "But maybe it's supposed to be this way," Stanley looked at me in confusion as I tried to re-word what I told him, "My dad would tell me that I was born with one hand for a specific reason, that I was meant to have a few more obstacles in my way. Never thought about it fully until now I guess, so this," I paused, pointing to my hip and leg that were stapled together and beyond tender, "This is only a small obstacle,"

I had to let that sink in the rest of the time I was in the hospital, and even as Stanley leaned over to give me a reassuring hug, I knew this new reality was going to sink in sooner than later. But then I knew there was going to be another obstacle that I was going to have to face.

My dad.

Day 3 of Hospital

"You should call him,"

"What do I tell him?"

"Well, I wouldn't tell him the truth,"

I was holding Stanley's phone in my hand, feeling a bit overwhelmed with the thought of calling my dad. I knew Stanley called him earlier, right after they brought me in the hospital since he was my only living relative. My dad, as concerned as he was, was relieved that I was okay. But up until this point, I was mostly trying to avoid talking to him since it felt like I had to lie him. Even as an adult, it was still nerve-wracking to lie to my adult father.

Stanley was with me, sitting next to me as he could see the uneasiness on my face. Ever since we kissed, Stanley had barely left my side unless he said to go shower at the Inn or stretch his legs with one of the other Losers. Dr. Jonas realized that it would be harder than hell to separate Stanley from me at any point when it came to sleep. She got a cot for Stanley to use the first two nights, but by night three I booted him out to get some sleep in a real bed back at the Inn with the others.

The one thing that they took when I arrived at the hospital was my prosthetic arm. I forgot about it when I woke up with the others there, but when Stanley mentioned it after we kissed, I asked about it. Of course, when the doctor brought it in and showed me what it looked like, I felt a bit winded.

In short, the arm was almost destroyed altogether.

The massive hole in the side of the arm from Henry attempting to stab me, plenty of scratches and blotches of blood from our encounter with Pennywise hours beforehand. When I thought the one time My arm was stuffed in the girl bathroom toilet was bad, this was worse.

"Of course, we're going to toss this and get your a replacement until you're released—"

"No," I said, seeing how Stanley was looking at me in concern as the doctor was holding my beyond damaged arm. I knew what I was doing, since having this arm was going to be the ultimate reminder and memory of what I went through. It might have sounded crazy and almost melodramatic about it, but then again I always held every prosthetic arm I ever got to my heart. It was a part of my life, a piece to the puzzle of my complicated life span and now, in my adult life, it practically saved my life.

"I'm sorry?" Doctor Jonas asked, looking confused as did Stanley.

"I wanna keep it," I said to her, looking over at Stanley. he looked beyond concerned about what I was wanting to do as I gave him a small smile, "it'll make me remember what happened."

So, I kept my prosthetic arm as a trophy.

Ever since I woke up in the hospital, things were going fast all around me and all I could do was hold on for dear life. For one, I had plenty of calls that were needed to be made. I had to call my coach, who seemed beyond fired up that he had no idea what was going on with me.

It felt so odd that I was slowly trying to get into the real world since being in Derry was almost like a dream. After talking to my coach, with plenty of reassurance that I was fine where I was, he told me he would try and calm down the companies that I've signed to, including CoCa-Cola. The last thing I needed was a headache, and of course, nobody else outside the town of Derry, outside the 8 of us Losers, were to able to understand what we went through and what we saw.

"It'll be fine," Stanley reassured me gently as he was rubbing his knuckles on my shoulder blades, having me inhale lightly.

"He was okay when you told him, right?" I asked, wanting to make sure I was going to do this the right way.

"He was scared out of his mind for you, but I told him you were going to be okay," Stanley answered me with a soft smile, "I think he would want to hear your voice though, Robin,"

"Yeah," I said in agreement, finally dialing his number with my thumb and placing it on speaker. Stanley swiveled the small tray the was attached to my bed to be in front of me as I placed the phone on top, hearing the ringing on the other end. Finally, on the fourth ring, the phone was answered.

"This is Paul Levy, how can I help you?"

I froze, almost feeling my heart in my throat as I looked at the phone. I cleared my throat and placed my hand on the top of the tray.

"Heya, dad," my voice was wavering, but I then heard the tone change in my dad as soon as I spoke those two words to him.

"Robin?! Honey, is that you?!" He asked, sounding both relieved and surprised at the same time. I felt a twinge of happiness hearing my dad's gravely voice on the other end. Even Stanley grinned from how my dad spoke.

"Yeah, it's me," I replied in a small chuckle, "I'm sorry I couldn't call you earlier,"

"Sweetheart, it's totally fine. Trust me, I knew you were in good hands," He said back to me in his caring voice, "I'm just glad that you're okay. When Stanley told me what happened, I was so scared,"

"I know, dad," I agreed, "The last thing I want to do is make you concerned about me,"

"I just wanna make sure you're good and okay there in the hospital. Are you, honey?" he asked me, having me close my eyes for a brief moment and take a sharp breath. Stanley rubbed my arm soothingly as he could see how I was trying to keep it together.

"I am now. The doctors here took good care of me, and the others got me here just in time," I explained, hearing nothing for a beat or two.

"Stanley told me that you guys were having a reunion back in Derry. Is that true?" he asked, not sounding unconvinced but more intrigued. I gave Stanley a look, seen him shrug his shoulders, and showing that he didn't know what else to say to my dad. He wasn't going to believe the whole truth, not about Pennywise and how we fought him not only once but twice, once when we were children. This was going to be some kind of secret we were going to take with us to the grave.

"Yeah," I replied, knowing that it was both a truth and a lie at the same time, "We haven't seen each other since we were kids and Mike decided to bring us together for a reunion,"

"Well, that had to have been memorial," My dad commented in his usual light tone, having me tilt my head and feel conflicted in how I was going to comment, "Given the circumstances, I'm glad you're alright and you're with your friends. All of them are there?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Wow, the Losers Club," My dad paused, a light chuckle was heard, "Man, I haven't heard that in quite some time. How are they all doing?" My dad always had a good relationship with everyone in the Loser's Club, all of them loving my dad with how he treated all of them with respect and kindness.

"They're good, dad," I answered, a smile was on my lips from how he was wondering about the others, "You should see them, dad. They all grew up and they're big shots now,"

"Just like you, kid. I'm glad they're there with you and you're not alone,"

"Me too," I agreed with him as I cleared my throat, "The doctor told me I have maybe three more days here until I can head back to Boston. It depends on how I heal up, they just want to make sure I don't get an infection."

"Sounds good to me. Just let me know when you get back and I'll swing by and help out,"

"No, dad. You don't need to leave New York to see me,"

"I believe I do," He replied smoothly, "I don't care if you're a grown adult. You're still my daughter and you come first in my life." Of course, my dad would say something like that to me, having me sigh knowing that there was no way I was going to argue with him, "And, if I do say so myself, I was a bit surprised to hear from Stanley Uris first from the Losers Club. Didn't you used to have a huge crush on him when you guys were teenagers?"

I froze, my eyes going wide, and feeling a massive blush coming through my cheeks on my face as I slowly looked over at Stanley. At first, he too looked a bit shocked by how he too was looking at the phone. But then he looked at me with a knowing grin on his face, like he caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. I was a grown adult, getting embarrassed by how my dad called me out with a man I loved in the same room.

"Dad," I said in a hoarse tone, Stanley's smile getting wider as he cocked his head at me, "Umm…Stanley's in the room with me."

There was a massive pregnant pause as Stanley rested his elbow on his knee and then planted his chin in his hand, almost looking at me for some kind of statement with his massive smile, very coy and almost intrigued. God, way to make me feel like a teenager all over again.

"Oh….oh my…I'm sorry about that," My dad was stammering as he cleared his throat, "Hey there, Stanley."

"Hello Mr. Levy," Stanley greeted my dad on the phone though his eyes were still trained on me.

"I'll let you go, Robin. Let me know how it goes and when you'll be back in Boston. Love you," My dad said to me, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, okay, bye dad. Love you!" I rushed as I hung up the phone. There wasn't anything heard in the room, my hand instantly going in my lap and I was avoiding eye contact with Stanley at all costs. But of course, there was no use, since Stanley was clearing his throat playfully and leaned back in his chair.

"That went well," he commented with a grin, having me glare at him.

"Do not say a word," I wired him, though I knew I was less mad but roe embarrassed. Stanley shrugged his shoulders, seeming to act playful about it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He said in a chuckle, "All I heard, and I could be wrong but I'm usually not, is that you had a crush on my when we were teenagers and your dad knew about it," I had to give him an uneasy eye since it felt like he was about to tease me with this new information.

"Well, I did tell my father everything," I reasoned, seeing him cock his head in affection as He then sat up a bit. I reached over and laced our fingers together, feeling safe with our hands connected.

"Your dad's great," He commented with a small smile, almost looked like he was daydreaming as I grinned.

"My dad always liked you," I agreed, "But I think he did say at one time he thought I had a crush on Richie…or was it the other way around?"

Stanley's face went from daydream to almost irritated from the thought, having me almost laugh from how he was looking like a kicked puppy.

"Don't bring my best friend into this," He tried with me, but I grinned and squeezed his hand in my hand.

"What, you threatened?" I asked him, trying to be coy. He still gave me his infamous Stanley glare having me roll my eyes at him as I pointed to the phone and I leaned back a bit to give him some space, "Clearly, my dad knew I liked you for the longest time. There was no one else that I had feelings for." Stanley paused after I said that, thinking to himself as he then pointed to me with a usual look on his face.

"So….you never had a crush on Richie?" he asked, having me shake my head.

"No," I answered, another pause from Stanley.

"What about Eddie?" He asked, having me lean a bit closer to him as he asked. Stanley stayed still, though he was watching my every move.

"Not once," I inched closer, seeing him watch me with my smile still on my face.

"Mike?"

"Nope," another inch.

"Ben?"

"Never," I was now close enough to rest my hand on his upper arm. He paused, shifting a bit in his chair as it felt like the next name he was going to say was going to make him grimace.

"Bill?" He asked, sounding sheepish. I eyed him, this was different from how he said the other names. Stanley and Bill were always close, and Bill was a natural leader that Stanley could follow. Maybe there was an undertone with Stanley thinking the everyone always looks to Bill, Bill being in the front spotlight all the time with us.

"You think I had a crush on Bill?" I asked, not sounding hurt about it but curious. He looked away for a brief moment before he shrugged his shoulders, "Stanley, were you jealous of Bill?"

"Well, come on. It was Bill," he reasoned, having me really want to smirk at the moment but I could see it was a bit of a bother for him, "Hell, Beverly had a crush."

"That she did, back when we were kids. But she's with Ben now," I corrected, Stanley's eyes going a bit wide as this was such a surprise to him.

"What?" He asked, shocked. I chuckled, "Since when?"

"You don't see it?" I asked, sounding shocked myself in how Stanley was a bit oblivious, "Those two are like….destined for each other!"

Stanley was quiet, drinking in the new information as I rolled my eyes once again in how cute this whole situation was. It was such a light situation between both of us as I sighed and looked at Stanley directly in the eyes. I leaned over to be mere inches away from him, planting a light kiss on his lips. Once again, the butterflies were there in my stomach again, and I hated that I would turn into putty from this new revelation in my life. Once I pulled away to give him a good amount fo space but staying close, I gave Stanley a loving look.

"I love you, Stanley Uris. No one else was ever close," I reminded him, seeing him watch me as I smiled at him to show that it as true. This was very new for both of us, and although we weren't teenagers feeling out our first loves, we were still experiencing it now as adults. I wanted this so bad since this was real and this was beyond everything I've ever wanted so recently in my life. I could only confess it at this moment, not what happened then and what could happen in the future. It had to be now.

"You believe me?" I asked, not wanting to sound uncertain about it, but there was no use in hiding it. Sure it seemed like I was pouring out my heart to him. However, for me, I had all of these years away from him and I wanted it to be set in stone.

Stanley could see some kind of hesitance on my face from my bed. He reached over to push some of my hair from being in front of my eyes. Just seeing that in him alone was enough to answer it for me, a small smile on his face as he was watching his fingers dance across my skin and push my hand behind my ears with ease. Once he looked back at me, I could have sworn I lost my breath.

"I never loved anyone else in my life other than you, Robin Levy," He stated, sounding gentle and sure, "And if I need to, if you want, I can tell you every day."

"Wow," I said to him in a semi-mocked gasp, "Stanley Uris is turning into a sap. Something tells me I should tell Richie," Stanley, once, again, having me a semi-mocking glare of his own as I smirked. His glare then too turned into a smile and we were both smiling like crazy at each other.

"You would dare," he warned, though he rolled his eyes.

"Don't tempt me, Uris."

Day 4 of Hospital

The others had lives, professional lives, and they were going to be called back to those lives sooner than later. They were all sleeping at the Inn still, which at times I wished I was there instead of in my hospital bed. As I was going into my fourth day at the hospital, I asked each of them what the were going to do, but Bill was the one who was universal with the answer as he and I were having lunch together in the hotel room.

"We have separated from each other for this long, Robin. I think it's safe to say we're not gonna let go of each other just yet, not until you're ready to go at least,"

It had me worry about what was going to happen to us soon, within days. The others were getting things ready in their personal lives, and they were filing me in with all that they were planning on doing. Richie was going to plan out maybe moving out to LA to get back into comedy gigs, writing his own material, and offering to run it by me as practice.

Ben was going to going back to his business, already have some new ideas. Beverly, who was in an abusive relationship, was going file for a divorce as soon as she was going to head to her home. When she was telling me this, I could tell she was thinking of someone else. When Ben came into the room while Beverly and I were talking, there was a spark that went through in the air as they briefly cut their eyes on each other as Ben was dropping off some more of my things from the Inn. I said nothing but I knew, really knew, that something else happened there.

I was rooting for them, that's for sure.

The rest of the Losers reassured me that they weren't going to leave me here and go back to their daily lives just yet, which was such a surprise for me. We did what we came to do, and now there was nothing else holding us here in Derry. Mike even said that he was down with Derry, since the only reason he stayed there in the first place was to keep an eye Pennywise, and when the clown came back, he would call us back because of our oath. Mike had all those years alone, waiting night after night as he grew old to see when the clown would come out from its hibernation.

"Where will you go?" I asked when it was just the both of us, Mike was the last visitor I was going to get for the night on my second day there. Stanley gave us some time alone, going out to get some dinner with Richie before he was going to come back with me. I was grateful to have that alone time with Mike since it felt like his own mind was beyond heavy with something that was dying to get out.

"I don't know, I was thinking about Florida," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, having me grin as he explained, "Never made this far in leaving Derry. I always wanted to go when I was a kid,"

"You need to get a house on the beach," I advised him, seeing him give me a smile and chuckle as I went on, "The pristine white beaches. I'm telling you, you're gonna have the best life down there."

He said nothing at first, already picturing it in his head as I felt the mood was light. I watched him, carefully seeing him in how he was sitting in the chair and looking down in his lap for the briefest of moments. Then, he suddenly hunched over and pressed his hands over his eyes, silently crying in front of me.

My heart shattered seeing him like this, my eyes looking at him in such concern as I reached over as much as I could to grasp his leg which was closest to me. I didn't know what was going on with him and why he was suddenly openly weeping in front of me.

"Mike, hey….hey Mike It's okay," I tried to reason, not understanding at all as I was gently rubbing his kneecap as he suddenly spoke in a blubbering tone.

"This is all my fault," My hand froze, hearing him say that about himself made me look at him in disbelief and remorse as he kept going, "I made you all go down there…and I almost got you all killed because of me being….being…"

"Mike," I said to him sternly, seeing him go quiet as he finally looked up at me. I saw the pain in his face and his eyes. I've never seen Mike like this before, not even when we were kids. He was always so calm when we were all riled up, his way of seeing things was soothing and mellow. But this, this wasn't him.

"If you're going to call yourself a coward, don't you fucking dare. None of this was your fault," I reminded him, trying to sound careful about it since he was still crying.

"But I almost got you killed because of what I thought was right," Mike was about to argue with me but I shook my head.

"That fucking clown did all of that. Mike, we still made that oath so long ago to come back and finish It if It came back…and that fact that you stayed to make sure that nothing happened to the people here in Derry…to us…" I paused, seeing him watch me intensely as I squeezed his knee in my hand carefully, "You protect us, for all these years. I feel so bad that you stayed behind while we left and forgot you,"

Mike's hand reached down to place his hand on top of mine, his tears were no longer coming out but he was trying to calm himself down. I wanted him to know that even though this all went down one way, he was still the one who called us to come back and finished It. I overlooked the rest of it and just focused on Mike.

"All that happened was out of your control, okay?" I asked, seeing him think to himself and not answer me for a few seconds. He then gave me a reassuring smile, and I had to grin at him, "You think we would hate you, ever? Come on, Homeschool. We love you too much to hate you," Mike had a smirk from the old nickname which was a good sign.

"That was Richie's nickname for me," Mike reminded me, having me shrug.

"Eh, I think it fits you well," I commented, seeing him finally smiling after his small breakdown in front of me. Both of us were grinning again, no longer having the heavy feeling in the air as I leaned back and placed my hand back in my lap.

"So, here's the deal," I told him, seeing him raise his eyebrow at me, "After we all leave Derry, you're gonna move down to Florida and we're all gonna come down there and so swimming in the ocean. Stanley will bring the SPF and Eddie will have our towels ready for use, Ben will bring his yacht because….let's face it, he's Ben, Beverly will get us all great swimsuits designed by her, and Bill will write us an action-adventure novel on the beach," Mike's smile was beaming when I was describing our new action plan and how he seemed so relaxed and willing to listen.

"What will Richie do?" Mike asked, clearly playing around as I thought about it briefly and almost comically.

"We'll send him out on a rowboat to catch our dinner," I joked, seeing him laugh in his chair. He then pointed at me.

"And you?" He asked, sounding like his old self. it was a thrilling thing to think about, how all of us were going to go on our adventure together out of Derry, out of this place that only brought us down to our knees. Just being out here was enough to celebrate and I was so looking forward to it. With everything new unfolding for us, it felt like we were about to step into a brand new life.

"I'll show off my swimming skills, then I'm gonna get a tan."