Chapter Seventeen - Someone To Watch Over Me
"Knock, knock."
Robin opened her eyes to see her Uncle Mac peek his head around her hospital room door. She gave him a tired smile and said, "Hey you."
"I've been told numerous times by your mother, Liz, and both Dr. Drake's to let you rest, but I just had to see for myself that you were Okay." He said, coming all the way into her room, but then asked with a concern look on his face, "Were you sleeping?"
"Not really." Robin said, trying to prop herself up. "I got tired of counting the marks on the ceiling, so I decided to study the insides of my eyelids for a change of pace."
"Here, let me help you." Mac moved to the side of her bed and propped some pillows up behind Robin's back. He sat in the chair next to her bed and smiled at her. "They say that doctors make the worst patients."
"I'm just bored. I don't think I can spend another day in this bed."
"Well, you're just going to have to until Alan and Tony decide that you are strong enough to go home." Mac raised an eyebrow at her and said, "And if you force the issue, I'm going to use my handcuffs to cuff you to this bed."
Robin grinned and shook her head, knowing he was only half joking. "Where's mom?"
"I finally convinced her to go back to the house to get a shower and a nap. I think she was driving everyone here a little crazy."
"I can't imagine." Robin said sarcastically.
Mac grinned along with her, but his face turned serious when he said, "She wasn't about to leave your side for a second. She was really scared. We all were."
"I'm okay now." Robin reassured him.
"I know. But I don't ever want to go through that again. Not knowing if you were going to..." Mac let his voice trail off as he took Robin's hand in his and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss. He seemed like he was a million miles away for a moment and then he said, "I promised your dad that I would always take care of you. Like you were my own."
"And you have." Robin smiled, covering his hand with hers.
"I did the best I knew how, which I know didn't always make you happy with me. And you fought me every step of the way." he said, smiling up at her sadly. "But I think we did okay, didn't we?"
"I think we did better than okay." Robin smiled.
"He would be so proud of you." Mac said, choking back his sudden tears. "At the woman you've become...the doctor you've become. At how you live your life with honor and strength and dignity. You carry the Scorpio name with pride and do it such justice."
"Stop..." Robin said, the tears forming in her eyes, as well. "You're just as bad as mom. Getting all sappy on me."
"I love you, Robin."
"I love you, too." She replied, squeezing his hand.
"And I know that you're a big grown up girl now, living in Paris, and taking care of yourself." Mac said, reverting into father mode. "But I just want you to remember that you don't always have to. You're home now, and we all want you to be happy. And we're not the only ones."
Robin realized what he was talking about and rolled her eyes. "Please tell me we are not going to talk about Patrick."
"Well, how about I talk about him and you just listen?" Mac suggested.
"This could get ugly." Robin said sarcastically.
"Well, we all know that there will never be a man in this universe who will ever be good enough for any of my girls..." He began.
"But?" Robin urged.
"But Dr. Drake was very impressive during your illness. He was determined to find the source of your infection, almost bordering on compulsive. And," Mac said, sitting back in his chair, "he was very protective when Jason and Sonny tried to get some information on you. He doesn't like them. Which means that you have to marry him. Today. I'll call the caterer."
Robin giggled and said, "You are too much."
"Are you falling in love with him?"
"This is more of mother/daughter conversation, don't you think?" Robin asked, trying to avoid his questions.
"I just want you to be happy." Mac said, winking at her. "And whole again. Maybe Patrick can be a part of that."
Robin smiled at him and said, "Maybe."