I loved loved LOVED writing the Robbie moments.
Honestly, I've written at least half of this already and I still haven't
explained how he got in his situation, but he is in a coma.
Disclaimer- I love you Ray! WHY CAN'T I OWN YOU? Lol. I don't own you, I don't own Travis (darn) or Robbie (double darn) or Lily (uh. . .) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I gotta do it man. I just. . .can't. . . life is. . . life's too short man. I gotta- I just-and with what's happened, I gotta. But. . . but maybe not today, yeah, we're worried; she'll think I'm insensitive and crazy. God, tell her in a hospital, what-maybe I should just tell her later-"
Robbie let Ray ramble. He probably would be rambling too, but he didn't have the energy. They had decided, together, as a group, that they wouldn't leave until the doctor came out again.
They needed to eat, they needed to sleep, they desperately needed to take showers, but they had made a promise.
Ray and Robbie were sitting in the corner nearest to the boy's bathroom. Lily sat on the opposite side, staring out the window. She hadn't focused on anyone since, well, since they had arrived here.
Robbie and Ray were worried.
Mr. and Mrs. Strong just sat there for hours. Mr. Strong looked devastated, but looked better after a short visit with Travis. Then they left, like that. Poof.
Parents like David Copperfield.
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I understand emotions, but for the time being, I can't feel them.
Isn't that weird.
Maybe it's just me.
I understand that emotionally, family is a loosely tied word.
Love has been very loosely tied.
Pain and Betrayal. . . but hurt. . . hurt is not loosely tied. Hurt is like a friend--no a stalker. Yeah, hurt is an ever-present stalker.
I understand that I have felt these emotions, but I don't feel them now. And I don't know why I once felt them.
I don't even know my name.
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It had been an hour since the doctor came and went. He had both good news and bad news. The good news was that there had been no change.
The bad news was that there had been no change.
"Robbie left." Ray said, and Lily nodded vaguely.
Ray sighed and sat down beside her, "Look Lily, this is not your fault, accidents. . . well. . . accidents happen." Another vague nod, "and you're not even listening to me." He leaned back into his seat and covered his eyes. He hadn't realized this would be so hard. "We should leave."
"I don't wanna." She whispered.
"Lily, the doctor said that if anything would-"
"I don't like the idea of him being all alone!" She yelled, "His parents left, Robbie left, we're the only ones left Ray! Who's gonna be here if-"
He knew that it was a stupid idea, he had done it to simply to shut her up. He kissed her. Ray kissed Lily. And soon the stupid idea turned into a vent for all his anger, his frustration, his nervousness and she didn't object. She kissed him back. Passionately.
The seconds ticked by and they he that it would all have to end. He would have to return to the real world, return to a real situation, he knew it. So he held on to that moment, held on to her, until they could no longer breathe.
But it had to end sometime.
"Wow." he whispered breathily, putting his forehead against hers. She nodded.
"We should leave." He whispered. And to his surprise Lily stood and walked calmly to the elevator. Leaving Ray confused and alone on the small couch.
"Lily, wait up!" he yelled. And even with the situation being as it was, with one of his best friends being in the hospital, being without sleep for approximately twenty-five hours, and being sickened by the sights that you may find in a hospital waiting room, he found grounds for smiling.
It was worth it.
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Robbie gulped. He didn't want to do this.
But he had to.
The station looked abandoned, almost ghostly. And walking into it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
He picked at the peeling edge of one of the posters, one of the posters that Travis had made.
He sighed. Why was this all so hard? Why did bad things have to happen?
He walked over to his seat and sat. He put on the headphones and pretended that it was just another Thursday afternoon. Travis, Lily, Ray and him sitting around, poking fun at Waller and Kim Carlisle. Treating life like one big cupcake.
Robbie leaned back in his seat. He never did like cupcakes.
A wave of guilt washed over him as he remembered the arguments. Obviously it came with the friendship, friends disagree, and that's life.
It didn't make him feel any better.
As he looked over the small space he realized that these moments, where the ones that he would remember the most. And if worse turned worse, those moments might be gone forever.
He stood and walked to Travis' seat.
The main power switch had to be somewhere.
He searched through all the main switches and buttons, turning a few of them on. Before finally finding it, he found an old picture of a woman in a flowery white dress, holding a five year old boy to her chest. He absentmindedly pocketed it.
He sank into Travis' chair and waited for the clock to count down.
"Dead air." He muttered, knowing no one could hear him.
10. . . 9. . . 8. . . 7. . . 6. . . Robbie situated the microphone and whispered the last five seconds. . . and. . .
"This is Radio Free Roscoe."
Silence. . . it felt so weird to do this on his own.
"I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering, what is life worth? Friendship? Family?
"For today, we aren't taking any phone calls and we aren't playing any music. We just wanted to apologize for today and any other future broadcasts we may miss. For reasons beyond our control, we have no control. I'm sure you'll survive, but again, we apologize for letting you waste your time listening to dead air.
For today, and maybe future broadcasts, this is Radio Free Roscoe, signing off."
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All I want is to get out of here.
Maybe I want something more, but for now, my main priority is to leave.
We all want something. Our deepest desires, well, we don't always get what we want, obviously.
Maybe I'll get out of here.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe I'll die and won't have to worry about it anymore.
All I want is to get out of here.
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Robbie felt sick.
He threw the headphones off his head as if they carried some kind of disease.
He had done what he came here to do, now all he wanted was to leave. He grabbed his bag off the floor and ran up the stairs. He ran until he had nowhere else to go.
And then he fell, and let the exhaustion wash over him.
Disclaimer- I love you Ray! WHY CAN'T I OWN YOU? Lol. I don't own you, I don't own Travis (darn) or Robbie (double darn) or Lily (uh. . .) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I gotta do it man. I just. . .can't. . . life is. . . life's too short man. I gotta- I just-and with what's happened, I gotta. But. . . but maybe not today, yeah, we're worried; she'll think I'm insensitive and crazy. God, tell her in a hospital, what-maybe I should just tell her later-"
Robbie let Ray ramble. He probably would be rambling too, but he didn't have the energy. They had decided, together, as a group, that they wouldn't leave until the doctor came out again.
They needed to eat, they needed to sleep, they desperately needed to take showers, but they had made a promise.
Ray and Robbie were sitting in the corner nearest to the boy's bathroom. Lily sat on the opposite side, staring out the window. She hadn't focused on anyone since, well, since they had arrived here.
Robbie and Ray were worried.
Mr. and Mrs. Strong just sat there for hours. Mr. Strong looked devastated, but looked better after a short visit with Travis. Then they left, like that. Poof.
Parents like David Copperfield.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I understand emotions, but for the time being, I can't feel them.
Isn't that weird.
Maybe it's just me.
I understand that emotionally, family is a loosely tied word.
Love has been very loosely tied.
Pain and Betrayal. . . but hurt. . . hurt is not loosely tied. Hurt is like a friend--no a stalker. Yeah, hurt is an ever-present stalker.
I understand that I have felt these emotions, but I don't feel them now. And I don't know why I once felt them.
I don't even know my name.
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It had been an hour since the doctor came and went. He had both good news and bad news. The good news was that there had been no change.
The bad news was that there had been no change.
"Robbie left." Ray said, and Lily nodded vaguely.
Ray sighed and sat down beside her, "Look Lily, this is not your fault, accidents. . . well. . . accidents happen." Another vague nod, "and you're not even listening to me." He leaned back into his seat and covered his eyes. He hadn't realized this would be so hard. "We should leave."
"I don't wanna." She whispered.
"Lily, the doctor said that if anything would-"
"I don't like the idea of him being all alone!" She yelled, "His parents left, Robbie left, we're the only ones left Ray! Who's gonna be here if-"
He knew that it was a stupid idea, he had done it to simply to shut her up. He kissed her. Ray kissed Lily. And soon the stupid idea turned into a vent for all his anger, his frustration, his nervousness and she didn't object. She kissed him back. Passionately.
The seconds ticked by and they he that it would all have to end. He would have to return to the real world, return to a real situation, he knew it. So he held on to that moment, held on to her, until they could no longer breathe.
But it had to end sometime.
"Wow." he whispered breathily, putting his forehead against hers. She nodded.
"We should leave." He whispered. And to his surprise Lily stood and walked calmly to the elevator. Leaving Ray confused and alone on the small couch.
"Lily, wait up!" he yelled. And even with the situation being as it was, with one of his best friends being in the hospital, being without sleep for approximately twenty-five hours, and being sickened by the sights that you may find in a hospital waiting room, he found grounds for smiling.
It was worth it.
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Robbie gulped. He didn't want to do this.
But he had to.
The station looked abandoned, almost ghostly. And walking into it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
He picked at the peeling edge of one of the posters, one of the posters that Travis had made.
He sighed. Why was this all so hard? Why did bad things have to happen?
He walked over to his seat and sat. He put on the headphones and pretended that it was just another Thursday afternoon. Travis, Lily, Ray and him sitting around, poking fun at Waller and Kim Carlisle. Treating life like one big cupcake.
Robbie leaned back in his seat. He never did like cupcakes.
A wave of guilt washed over him as he remembered the arguments. Obviously it came with the friendship, friends disagree, and that's life.
It didn't make him feel any better.
As he looked over the small space he realized that these moments, where the ones that he would remember the most. And if worse turned worse, those moments might be gone forever.
He stood and walked to Travis' seat.
The main power switch had to be somewhere.
He searched through all the main switches and buttons, turning a few of them on. Before finally finding it, he found an old picture of a woman in a flowery white dress, holding a five year old boy to her chest. He absentmindedly pocketed it.
He sank into Travis' chair and waited for the clock to count down.
"Dead air." He muttered, knowing no one could hear him.
10. . . 9. . . 8. . . 7. . . 6. . . Robbie situated the microphone and whispered the last five seconds. . . and. . .
"This is Radio Free Roscoe."
Silence. . . it felt so weird to do this on his own.
"I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering, what is life worth? Friendship? Family?
"For today, we aren't taking any phone calls and we aren't playing any music. We just wanted to apologize for today and any other future broadcasts we may miss. For reasons beyond our control, we have no control. I'm sure you'll survive, but again, we apologize for letting you waste your time listening to dead air.
For today, and maybe future broadcasts, this is Radio Free Roscoe, signing off."
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All I want is to get out of here.
Maybe I want something more, but for now, my main priority is to leave.
We all want something. Our deepest desires, well, we don't always get what we want, obviously.
Maybe I'll get out of here.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe I'll die and won't have to worry about it anymore.
All I want is to get out of here.
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Robbie felt sick.
He threw the headphones off his head as if they carried some kind of disease.
He had done what he came here to do, now all he wanted was to leave. He grabbed his bag off the floor and ran up the stairs. He ran until he had nowhere else to go.
And then he fell, and let the exhaustion wash over him.