"I'm sorry, so sorry, Robin."
"What, Stone? What are you talking about?"
"I…I have aids."
Robin Scorpio was looking at Patrick, but the only thing she could really see was Stone, lying there on the bed, slowly dying. She turned away, and continued to listen to what Allen was saying.
"You'll have to stay on the drugs, it's standard procedure. We'll take a sample of your blood, and check it for HIV…." Allen hesitated then said with distinct sadness. "You have a chance Patrick. A very good chance." With that he had Elizabeth take a sample of Patrick's blood, and Allen left hesitantly, as if he wanted to say more, but there was nothing left to say. Elizabeth lingered.
"I… I hope that you aren't HIV positive. You saved that woman's life, and yours should be saved also." Patrick nodded, gave her an understanding look, then she walked out.
Robin was still turned away, tears threatening, wanting to just run out of the room, but couldn't.
"Well, this is more excitement then I usually have." He said in a sarcastic voice. Robin wanted to yell at him, scream at him, tell him it wasn't a goddamn joke. But her voice, along with her body was paralyzed.
When she didn't say anything Patrick got up, started towards the door, then stopped and looked back at her. "No more sleeping around. That's what you wanted, must be happy to know that I can't anymore." With that he left.
Robin desperately wanted to comfort him because she knew what he was going through, but how could she comfort him, if she couldn't comfort herself? What if he had it? What if he died just like Stone?
She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Stone and Patrick were totally different. Patrick was cocky, self-absorbed and had a passion for living. Stone was the complete opposite. Robin just COULDN'T imagine Patrick dying from something so unstoppable.
He was the infamous Dr. Drake, ladies man, man's man, man's lady, and every other way you could say it. Robin didn't know if she could possible go on if he was diagnosed with HIV/Aids.