Thank you all for your continued support! Here is another chapter, this time from Robin's POV.

Robin was with his reading group in the library, where they were all studying. However, his head wasn't really in the game. He wasn't concentrating on what he was supposed to be doing. He was too busy thinking about how proud he was of his girlfriend. All he could see was her excited face when she had come to tell him about her past paper. She had been so happy, and so was he. Robin was excited to see her later that evening.

"So, you and Regina seem to be doing pretty well," August grinned as he leaned back in his chair, pushing his book away from him somewhat. "Still don't know how you managed to get one of the prettiest girls in the whole school to date you."

"He lucked out this one, didn't he," John chuckled, elbowing Robin playfully.

"I definitely lucked out, she's amazing."

"She sure is pretty," Sydney chirped up. Robin simply offered him an awkward smile. When August had said Regina was pretty, it hadn't bothered him, but Sydney had made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't even know why that was, but he couldn't help it.

Mary Margaret continued to read her medical journal, remaining quiet as she was clearly too busy to join in their conversation, either that or she just wasn't interested.

"So, are you actually going to the prom?" August questioned, sneaking a bite from the doughnut he had stashed in the bag on his lap. Food was definitely not allowed in the library, and he knew that.

"I hadn't been planning on it until I met Regina. But yes, I guess I'll probably be going. She's excited about us going together. What about you guys; are you planning on going?"

"Haven't decided yet. We were thinking about a Lord of the rings marathon instead. If you come to your senses and want to bail on the prom, you're always welcome over at mine."

"I'll bear that in mind." He glanced at the clock on the wall above one of the bookshelves in the far corner. It was nearly seven pm, and he promised Regina that they would be able to spend a bit of time together that night.

"William, you decided to join us then, did you?" John hollered across the library, earning glares from multiple tables and an obnoxiously loud shush from the librarian, who looked ready to go home herself.

Robin sniggered and turned to look at his friend, who was strolling towards their table. Once he got closer, Robin furrowed his eyebrows. "Will?"

"Shit, sorry I'm late. There's been a crash at the lights on Market Street, and the traffic is crazy."

"That's awful. I hope everyone was okay," Robin sighed, closing his book.

"I have no idea. The car looked pretty smashed up, to be honest. There were ambulances, police and even a fire truck."

"That's terrible."

"Yeah. Anyway, what've I missed?" Will asked, dropping his bag down on the ground beside Robin. There wasn't another chair for him around the table, and Robin took that as his cue to leave. He was glad for the excuse.

"Just these lot pestering me about my girlfriend. Speaking of Regina, you can have my seat. I'm heading off now. I promised her that I would go around to hers tonight."

"I still can't get over the fact that you're sexing it up with the head cheerleader."

"One, I'm not sexing it up, and two, she's not the head cheerleader anymore."

Will rolled his eyes and scoffed, "do you seriously expect us to believe that you two haven't done it yet?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I expect you to believe because it's the truth."

The other guys looked at each other, and even Mary Margaret raised her head from her book. "You two haven't had sex yet?" she asked, a single eyebrow rising at him from across the table.

"No, why?"

She hummed and shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, it just seems a little strange."

"Why?"

"I think what she's trying to say is, if she were properly into you, wouldn't you have got it on by now?" Sydney chirped up. What looked like a smug grin was playing on his face. "Maybe she'd just playing up to it because she thinks you'll give her extra help if you think you have a chance with her."

Robin glared at the other guy, not happy about what he was insinuating. He was insulting not only his intelligence but Regina's moral character. She was the sweetest, sassiest woman he had ever met, and he would surely know if she were using him in the way Sydney was accusing her. He was about to say something in response when one of his friends did it for him.

"That's bullshit. Did you guys see how she was when she just came in here looking for him? She was as much a lovesick puppy as he is." August scoffed, rolling his eyes at the two pessimists. "She's as crazy about him as he is about her."

"One hundred percent. That girl has got it badly for our Robin."

"And as I said, I better be going. She's expecting me at her place," Robin grinned, grabbing his stuff and standing from his chair.

"Oooh, well we'll see you later then, lover boy," Will cooed, slapping him on the back and jumping straight into the chair Robin had vacated.

"Would you jump in my grave as fast?" He sniggered. "I'll catch you guys later."

With that, Robin headed towards the exit, ready for the walk over to Regina's. He wished that he'd had the sense to ask her to come and get him after her cheer practice; at least that way he would have had more time with her.

The sky was almost dark as he made his way down the footpath heading towards the centre of town. The walk would take a good half an hour, and his stomach was rumbling; he hadn't eaten dinner yet and had told his mother that he would get his own food. Maybe he could pick something up in town and take it to Regina's.

Fishing his phone from his pocket, he tried her cellphone. It rang and rang until he reached her voicemail. Maybe she was in the shower or something, or her phone was on silent. He'd try her again once he was closer to town. Instead, he shoved his earphones in and turned on his music as he picked up the pace.

He was tempted to tell Regina he loved her tonight. He'd been feeling that way for what seemed like forever and wanted her to know. He had been nervous about it, but his friends seemed pretty sure that she felt the same way about him. She should know how he felt about her, right? He wanted to know if she loved him back. Would saying those three words change their relationship in some way? Would it bring them closer than they already were? He hoped so. He hoped that she would say it back.

How would he feel if she didn't say it back? He knew how he'd feel, heartbroken. If she didn't love him as he loved her, he would feel like a stupid idiot. Robin would be putting his heart on the line telling her about his feelings, but hopefully, it would be worth it. Of course, she was going to say it back; he just needed to stop talking himself out of it, stop trying to make excuses why he shouldn't tell her that he was in love with her. He should, and he would. He was going to, tonight. He was going to tell her that he loved her tonight.

Robin was brought out of his musings by the flashing blue lights in the distance. He had almost forgotten about what Will had told them when he first arrived at the library. There'd been an accident in town, and clearly, the emergency services were still dealing with it. Unfortunately, he was going to have to walk right past it before the turnoff to Regina's street. Not to mention it was right outside Granny's, and he had been planning on picking up their food from there.

He could just about see the car now as he was getting close, it was dark, and all he could see was that the front had been ploughed straight into a wall. The nearer he got, the more that came into view. There were no ambulances now, only the police and fire department. Had whoever was in the crash had been taken to the hospital already? Or worse?

He didn't want to look, but he couldn't help it, his eyes were drawn to it. The police were rushing around, inspecting the vehicle whilst the fire crew helped to clear the debris. It looked like one of the doors had to be removed, and it made his stomach tighten. He examined the scene, and as he got closer the car became clearer. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

It was a black Mercedes.

He hadn't been able to see what type of car it was until then, but now it was quite clearly a Mercedes. A Mercedes exactly like the one his girlfriend owned. No, not exactly like it. It was it!

That was Regina's car.

The smashed-up vehicle in front of him, surrounded by cops and firemen, was his girlfriend's car! His chest became tight, and he realised that he wasn't breathing properly. He couldn't breathe properly. It was like all of a sudden, all the air had disappeared, and he couldn't take it in.

He'd had panic attacks before, but this was on an entirely new level. He felt himself backing up towards the wall before sliding down it and sitting on the sidewalk, just trying to take a breath and control his heart rate.

"Sir? Are you okay? Mister?" A woman bent down to check on him, but he couldn't respond; he could barely breathe, never mind talk. "Help, someone!"

A policeman came running over to them, slipping underneath the cordon before coming to kneel in front of him. "Okay son, I want you to try and take a deep breath for me. Ready, breathe in slowly… and out. In… and out."

Robin tried to follow his lead. He tried to regulate his breathing and take in enough air to help prevent himself from hyperventilating. "My… my girl… girlfriend." He simply pointed towards the car, trying to get across what he was trying to say to the officer.

"That's your girlfriend's car?"

"Uh-huh," he rubbed his hands over his face, tucking his knees up to his chest. "Is she… is she okay? Is she alright?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that son."

"Her mum, does her mum know? Where is she?"

"All I can tell you is that your girlfriend's next of kin will have been informed of the details."

Robin nodded, his trembling hands reaching for his phone in his pocket. He struggled to unlock it as he shakily scrolled down his contacts, looking for Regina's mother's phone number and dialling. It only rang once before she picked up.

"Robin!"

"Cora is she… is she…"

"We're at the hospital, Robin."

"I'm on my way! Is she okay?"

"Get here, Robin."

He ended the call and put his phone away. "I need to get to the hospital right away." He had to get to her, had to know how she was. A minute ago, he was wondering how he should tell her that he loved her, and now he had no idea what condition she was in. How the hell was he going to get to the hospital? None of his friends drove, so he couldn't ask them. Robin went to stand up, but his legs were wobbly, and he would have fallen down had the cop not reached out to steady him.

"I don't want you to go off on your own right now."

Robin shook his head. He would have to call his mother and ask her to take him. He unlocked his mobile and phoned his mother, she didn't answer quite as quickly as Regina's mum had. "Robin. Is everything alright? I thought you were at Regina's house this evening."

"Mum, I need you to come and get me."

"Well hello to you too. Can't Regina drop you home, my programs on?"

"I'm not at Regina's, mum! Regina, she… she's in the hospital, and I need to get there."

"Hospital? Why is she in the hospital? Robin…"

"Please just come and pick me up, please." Why did she always have so many questions? He just needed to get there; he didn't have time for answering her. Didn't even think he would be able to get the answers out.

"Okay, I'm coming. Where are you?"

"Market Street."

"I'm on my way!"

The policeman had remained there the entire time he was on the phone. "I'll stay with you until your mother gets here."

"Thanks."

The entire time he waited for his mother to arrive, all he could think about was Regina. A million different scenarios were running through his head of what could have happened. How did Regina's car manage to end up in the wall? Had she lost control of the vehicle? She was such a good driver, so he was finding it hard to understand how it had happened.

There wasn't another car, so maybe something ran into the road, and she'd swerved to avoid it. Could it even have been another car she'd veered away from? Had they run a red light and caused her to crash? He couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

After thinking about how it might have happened in the first place, he found himself wondering how she was. Just how injured had she been in the accident? The fire crew had to remove the door on the driver's side to pull her out, and he could clearly see the deflated airbag that covered the steering wheel. It was too dark for him to make out anything else. Were all of her things still in the car? What about her revision notes? Her test paper with the bright red B+ scrawled over the top? She would need all of those for her exam in the morning.

What if she wasn't able to sit her exam? What if she was critically injured? He had no idea how she was. If she was even… he couldn't even begin to let that thought enter his head. It wasn't happening; he wasn't entertaining the horrifying notion that she was anything but mildly injured. There was no way he was losing her; it wasn't happening.

When he thought of her, he remembered all of the moments they shared. Spending time together in the janitor's closet. Regina showing her sassy side at Kathryn's house party after being shoved into the pool by Marian. Her kindness as she taught his little sister cheer routines. The bravery when she stood up to bullies. Regina's passion, and the pink hue of her cheeks when she was embarrassed. The tears she shed when she thought that he didn't want to be with her.

There were so many other times, so many memories to think back on. When she had nursed his injuries after finding him hurt, she had been so concerned about him that day and had taken such good care of him. The anger she felt when she found out who had done it was intense, his girlfriend had a temper on her. She was feisty, and it was just one of the many things he loved about her. He remembered the sound of her laughter when he tried to play just dance and made a fool out of himself. The moment had been followed by their first kiss. Her laugh was beautiful, and he tried to coax it out of her as often as possible.

He just loved her so much; she had a beautiful soul, and right now, he had no idea how hurt she was. All he knew was that it was his turn to take care of her. He just hoped that she would be alright and he would get the chance.

He was brought out of his musings by the blue Volvo that pulled up beside the police cordon. His mother opened the door and got out of the car, her head turning to look at the accident, resulting in a sharp gasp. "Oh my goodness."

Robin stared at her for a moment. She was in her pyjamas with a coat flung over her shoulders. Normally, she wouldn't be seen dead in her nightclothes out of the house, which showed him just how quickly she had tried to get to him. "Mum."

"That's Regina's car."

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Well then, son, I'll let you leave now. I hope that your girlfriend is okay." The cop nodded softly before slipping back under the cordon and moving over to his colleagues.

The cop's words suggested to Robin that Regina must have at least been alive when the ambulance crews showed up. Which meant, the worst of his fears hadn't been realised, unless something had changed at the hospital and the police hadn't been updated.

"Get in Robin."

He rounded the car and jumped into the passenger seat, noticing that his sister was sitting in the back. "Robin, how's Regina? What happened? Did she crash her car?"

"Poppy!" their mother scolded, glaring at her in the mirror.

Robin wished he had the answers to her questions. Truthfully he had no idea about any of them apart from one, her car had been involved in a crash. How she was and what happened, on the other hand, he didn't have a clue. "I don't know Pops," he whispered, staring out of the windshield as his mother set off towards the hospital.

The drive seemed to take an eternity, though, in reality, it had probably only taken five minutes. The atmosphere in the car had been tense, the radio was low, and no one spoke. Everyone was too anxious to speak; they didn't know what to say. What was there to say? Robin was too lost in his thoughts to even think about engaging in a conversation.

When his mother pulled up in front of the hospital, she let him jump out, telling him they would find him once they parked the car. He was grateful that she hadn't insisted they all stick together. He needed to get inside, needed to know how his girlfriend was.

The emergency department was quieter than he had been anticipating. He looked around, trying to see if there was any sign of Regina or her mother. Not seeing either of them, he approached the desk in hope that they would be able to guide him; unfortunately, they weren't allowed to divulge any information. Quickly he dialled Cora's number and waited for her to answer, which she did almost immediately.

"Robin, are you here?"

"I'm in the ER. Where are you?"

"I'll come and get you."

A moment later, a red-eyed Cora Mills emerged from a corridor, and she hugged him briefly. "Thank you for coming. I know she would want you here."

He scanned her face, trying to see if he could find any clues as to her condition from her expression alone. "How is she?"

"Come with me."

He followed her as they marched down the sterile halls and into another department before entering a room. His eyes immediately found his girlfriend's form on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and her face was scratched all over. "Is she okay?"

"Not really, but she will heal."

"Thank god!" he breathed in relief, moving closer to her and spotting the cast on her left arm, which was tucked against her body.

"She needs surgery on it; it's fractured in three places. Apparently, it will involve metal plates." Cora sighed, brushing her daughter's dark curls behind her ear; making sure not to touch any of the cuts across her face.

"Apart from her arm and face, is she okay?" he whispered.

"She has considerable bruising on her chest and broken ribs. They've done some scans, and that seems to be the extent of the damage. They said she was lucky."

Closing his eyes, he ran a hand across his face. He was so relieved. She was going to be okay, of course, it wasn't good that she was hurt, but it could have been so much worse, he had been imagining something so much worse. "My mum and sister, they were parking the car and…"

"I'll go meet them. The two of you have some time together. She's not been asleep long; the pain meds have made her drowsy."

Robin nodded and waited until Cora had left the room before moving closer to his sleeping girlfriend. She looked so small with wires sticking out of one arm and a cast on the other. He sat on the chair next to the bed and looked at her face. There was a particularly nasty cut on the top of her lip that had been stitched. She had many others marks littering her face, along with bruising to her nose. "You scared me so much," he hummed, exhaling sharply. He was itching to touch her; just to confirm that she was there in front of him, alive and breathing. He just didn't want to hurt her. What if he accidentally knocked into one of her injuries? He couldn't help himself from carefully taking her right hand in his, holding onto her fingers, brushing his own over her warm skin.

She groaned, and he was about to let go before her fingers closed around his, and her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head to look at him. "Robin," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiled. A small tear escaped from the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek. "So much for a restful night before your exam, hey?"

"I feel like death," she groaned, taking a shaky breath as she tried to move. Regina winced when her body turned into an uncomfortable position. "I'm happy to see your face," she mumbled. A small smile pulled onto her lips, resulting in a pained gasp as she lifted their joint hands to her face. "I must look a mess."

"You look gorgeous." Robin moved closer to her as she let go of his hand to fiddle with the controller for the bed. Regina managed to find the button which raised the top of the bed. Once it was up to a level she was happy with, she reached out again for his hand and tried to pull him closer.

"Come closer, please."

He nodded, and she gestured to the bed, clearly wanting him to sit beside her. She then shuffled under his arm and pressed her cheek against his chest. He felt himself relax somewhat at having her so close, knowing that she was safe now. "I saw your car."

"What do you mean?"

"I was walking to your house from school when I saw your car. They wouldn't tell me what had happened or how you were. I was so scared."

"How is the car? Think I'll be able to drive to school tomorrow?" she asked with a light chuckle, clearly trying to make everything seem less sullen.

"I'm pretty certain that it's a write-off."

"Oh fuck," she sniffled, and he could feel her shaking in his arms. When he glanced down at her face, he noticed the tears that had begun to stream from her eyes.

"You're okay Gina. You're alive, and it's just a car; your insurance will cover it."

"It won't be the same. That was my father's car; he wanted me to have it. I always took such good care of it, and now…"

Robin's eyes widened. The entire time they had been together, her father hadn't come up in conversation. She didn't speak about him, just as Robin rarely spoke of his dad. He'd never questioned why she drove a Mercedes from the 90s and not a more modern car, but now he knew the answer. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

She didn't answer him in words, instead, she turned around in his embrace and buried her face in his chest. Regina was sobbing against him, and all he could do in return was slowly rock her and hold her close. It was the first time he had ever seen her like this. He wasn't sure if it was grief over her dad's car being wrecked or if it was the effects of the crash. Though to be honest, it was probably both.

It was a little while before she came around, and the tears began to subside. He had been happy to sit there, holding her, relieved with the fact that she was going to be okay.

"I don't even know what happened," she murmured after a moment, and Robin looked down to see her peeking up at him. Her eyes were red, and she looked so vulnerable at that moment. "I don't know how."

"Are you talking about the crash?" Robin asked softly, brushing his fingers through her hair. He had wanted to ask her about it but didn't want to bring it up and make her relive it. She was such a good driver, and he wanted to know why she had managed to crash her car. What made it happen?

Regina nodded against him. "I saw the lights turn from green to red from about thirty meters away. Then when I went to break, nothing happened. I panicked and tried and tried again to press the brake pedal. Then before I knew it, we were flying through the red lights, and from there it's a complete blur."

Robin furrowed his eyebrows as he listened to her story, and then something else from it hit him. "You said we. Was someone else in the car?"

He watched as realisation washed over her face, which was soon replaced by a look of utter terror. Regina shot up without thinking, squealing in pain as she grasped her ribs but still tried to get out of the bed.

"No, no, you need to stay still!"

"No, I need to find… ouch," she gasped, holding onto the side of the bed as she almost fell to the ground.

"Regina stop," he carefully got her to sit back on the bed, watching as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Someone else had been in the car with her, but he had no idea who it might have been. "Breathe."

"I have to know how she is, she…" Regina let out a sob as she held onto her ribs.

"You need to get back into bed," Robin sighed, helping her lay back down. "Who was in the car with you?"

"Tinka. I don't know what happened to her. I didn't see anything but…"

Before she could continue speaking, the door opened and her mother returned with his mother and sister trailing behind her. "Regina! You're okay!" Poppy grinned, running up to the side of the bed and stopping herself from hugging the injured brunette. "I'm so glad that you're alright."

Regina offered the younger girl a small smile and then looked at her mother, "Tinka, what happened to Tinka? She was in the car with me when it crashed."

"I'm fine Gina," a small voice whispered from the doorway, prompting everyone to look up at the blonde girl who was standing there. It looked like she had a few scrapes and bruises, the main one being a nasty cut on her eyebrow, but apart from that, she seemed unscathed. "The doctor said that I don't have any serious injuries. What about you?" She asked softly.

"I'm okay," Regina whispered, and Robin could tell straight away that she was lying. She wasn't okay in the slightest, but she obviously didn't want her friend to worry.

"You don't look okay."

"Regina is being modest. She's got a broken arm, broken and bruised ribs and everything else you can see for yourself," Cora sighed.

"God Gina, this is crazy," the blonde sighed, perching on the opposite side of the bed to Robin, looking at her more closely. "Your lip looks sore," she murmured.

"It's alright," she murmured. Robin watched her carefully, and he could see the shine of tears in her eyes. "I'm so glad you're okay Tink. I'm so sorry." Regina let out a sigh and dropped her head back against the headrest. "I can't believe all of this is happening." She wove her fingers with Robin's, and he held them tight, not wanting to let go of her. "It just doesn't make any sense. The car was serviced last week; there was nothing wrong with the brakes. I just don't understand why it wouldn't stop."

The six of them sat in the room for a while; Robin was surprised that his mother and Poppy were still there. His mum looked worried about Regina, and it was a pleasant surprise. Maybe she was eventually coming around to the idea that Regina was his girlfriend; that would be wonderful. He wanted his mother to support their relationship and wanted her to like Regina. It was important that his mum liked the woman he was in love with, he knew his sister loved Regina, but his mother had remained hostile.

Robin's chin was resting on the top of his girlfriend's head and she was curled into him, when there was a knock at the door of the hospital room. All heads turned and watched as a man in a uniform entered the room. Robin recognised him as the police officer that he had spoken to at the scene, the one who had helped him control his panic attack and stayed with him until his mother arrived.

He nodded to Robin before looking at Regina and Tink, "Good evening Miss Mills. I hope you are being treated well."

"Yes, thank you."

"Very good. Are you alright to talk about what happened and our investigation?"

"Of course."

"You told one of our officers at the scene that you tried to break the car, and it wouldn't stop."

"Yes, that's correct," Regina swallowed heavily, glancing at Robin before looking back to the policeman. "I don't know why the car wouldn't stop. I pressed the breaks so many times, but nothing. I swerved away from the oncoming traffic and crashed straight into the wall." Robin watched as tears began rolling down her cheeks. "I was so scared that I might crash into someone; hurt someone as well as my best friend."

The policeman nodded as he wrote in his notebook, "well Miss Mills. Officers have assessed the scene and your car, and it wouldn't have mattered how many times you pressed the brake pedal. This may come as a shock, but the examination showed that the brake lines had been severed."

"You mean to tell me that someone has cut the breaks on my daughter's car?" Cora asked, standing from the chair she had been perched in and moving closer to the policeman, her nostrils flaring with her anger. She was glaring with a scary intensity, and Robin had never seen her like that before. She was usually so kind and loving, especially towards Regina. But right now, it looked as though heads were going to roll.

"It does seem that way, yes, Mayor Mills."

"You need to find whoever has done this to my child and find them fast, Sargent."

"Of course, we are looking into it straight away."

"See to it that you do. I want answers."

"You will get them," he quipped, "I brought these from your car Miss Mills. I thought that you might want them back." In one hand, he held her bag and in the other, there were a bunch of papers with red notes scrawled over them. The man placed them on the bottom of the bed.

The cop offered them a nod before bidding everyone goodnight and leaving the room. Everyone remained quiet for a moment, probably trying to digest what they had just been told.

Someone had purposely cut the brakes on Regina's car! Were they trying to kill her? They must have known that she was at least going to get hurt. Who on earth would do such a thing? As far as Robin knew, everyone loved Regina. She was kind to everyone, and as far as he was aware, apart from Nottingham, she didn't have anyone who disliked her. Nottingham wouldn't go as far as that; he didn't have the balls.

The silence was broken by Regina who spoke with a watery voice. "Someone did this on purpose?"

"Don't worry darling. I will make sure that they find the perpetrator."

"I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt me."

"It doesn't make any sense," Tinka sighed, shaking her head as her phone pinged. "My parents are ready to go, so… I love you, Gina." The blonde pressed a kiss to Regina's cheek, avoiding the cuts and scrapes on her face.

"Love you too," she mumbled.

Once the blonde left, Robin's mother stood from her chair whilst Poppy was still absorbed in something on her phone. "Robin, may I talk to you for a moment?" she questioned, gesturing towards the door with her head. He felt Regina turn in his arms to look up at him and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I'll be back in a minute." Carefully, he untangled himself from her and slipped off the bed, before following his mother out of the room onto the corridor. The blonde woman was standing with her back resting against the wall and a frown written on her face. "Mum, is everything okay?"

"You're in love with that girl," she murmured.

Robin was shocked, he had no idea what she was going to say, but that hadn't been anywhere near the top of the list. How was he even supposed to respond to that? He hadn't even told Regina about his feelings yet, never mind bringing them up with his mother. He simply nodded in response, not having the words to reply.

"I owe you an apology. You and Regina."

"What are you talking about?"

"I judged her before I even knew her and that was wrong of me. When I heard she was a cheerleader, I admit that I jumped to conclusions, despite you telling me otherwise. I was worried that's all, I thought maybe she might be using you, but I have seen today that isn't the case."

Robin shook his head and moved over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. "Thank you. Your apology means a lot to me."

"I don't think Regina will forgive me for my treatment of her."

"I'm sure she will. She has been desperate to make you like her," he chuckled softly, remembering all of the times his girlfriend would lament that his mother hated her.

"Well, I am relieved that she is okay. Poppy and I should be going now. I know there's no point asking if you're coming home with us tonight. Just know that I love you Robin, and everything I ever do is to look out for you and keep you safe."

"I love you too," he hummed, a smile was written on his face as they re-entered the room and his mother fetched his sister from where she had stolen Robin's seat beside Regina.

Once they had left, it was only Robin, Regina and Cora left. The younger of the women looked exhausted, her eyes were closed, and Robin wasn't entirely sure that she was still awake. "When will she be having the surgery?" he whispered to her mother, not wanting to disturb her.

"They said that they would have to wait until the swelling went down before they would be able to operate," Cora sighed.

"What about her exams?"

"This is Regina we are talking about."

"She's going to insist on doing them."

"Of course she is. I am not sure that it is the best idea, but certainly won't be able to dissuade her from the idea."

"I doubt it."

"I just hope she will be up to it. She's worked so hard, and for her to fail now because of this."

"It's not fair!"

"Robin."

"Sorry," he went back to their quiet level once again, but he had found himself getting so angry. Angry at the person who tried to hurt Regina and someone had done that. Would she even be safe? Were they still going to come after her? Maybe she should stay in the hospital where she had the extra level of protection. She was hurt. Why would someone want to hurt her? He couldn't think of any reason someone might be out to get her. No one wanted to harm her, no one except…

Robin's eyes widened, and he was suddenly filled with dread. They had warned him that this would happen, said that she would be in danger if they became a couple and that she'd get hurt. They had become complacent, it had been a few months, and they thought that the person had been scared away, but maybe they had simply been biding their time.

The crash was all his fault! It was all his fault, and she was hurt because of him! Whoever it was, had done this because they were together and they had been warned about it.

"Robin?"

"It's my fault," he whispered. "It's all my fault."