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If You're Not the One - 28
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"Essentially she is. She's not in a coma," Patrick said, gingerly moving backwards, intending to leave Robin alone with her family.
Just as he was about to leave she called his name, "Patrick?"
Hearing the panicked note in her voice, Patrick turned around to see Robin's eyes flickering. He was beside her bed in a shot, practically shoving Robert aside. "Robin?" he called her name, softly and looked up at the readings on the monitors. "You call her name," he told Anna.
"Luv, Robin, open your eyes."
Behind Patrick Robert pressed his lips together and stepped back. Mac caught his eye and glared at him. Mac was proving to be a lot less forgiving than his daughter and every misstep Mac perceived in Robert's fatherly behavior was soundly trounced upon and shoved in his face. With an internal sigh at his younger brother's pig-headedness Robert stepped forward again and tried his hand at it. "Robin, it's time to wake up." He looked briefly at his brother and dared him to do better. Mac just rolled his eyes. Robert could see now where Robin got that unfortunate, to Robert since he was on the receiving end of it a lot, habit from.
"Mom?" Robin opened her eyes and smiled when she saw that it was her mother who had been talking to her not just in her dream, but in real life too. Anna gripped her daughter's hand and gave her back a mirroring smile. "What happened?" Robin turned her head, wincing as the knot on her head scraped on the pillow and looked at Patrick and her father hovering on the other side of her.
"What do you remember?" Patrick asked, itching to examine her, but knowing that she'd chew his ass later for not giving the patient a moment to gain her bearings.
Robin closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "Sonny's funeral, an explosion, coming to the hospital. AJ!" She opened her eyes and looked at her father with a wry grin. "Sorry, Dad, you're not the last one to come back to life anymore." She rolled her eyes, causing Robert to chuckle and look at his brother. "Emily was killed." Robin bit her lip for a moment. "We came back to the hospital. I was with Brenda and I guess I passed out. I guess the blow to my head caused an intercranial bleed?"
"Very good, Dr. Scorpio." Patrick pulled the light he was carrying around in the pocket of the robe he was wearing instead of a lab coat since technically he himself was still a patient and examined her pupil reactions. "How do you feel, how bad is the pain?"
"Seven on a scale of ten." She struggled to sit up with her mother's help and then turned and looked at her various I.V. bags. Then she looked back at Patrick with a curious expression on her face. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"Treating my patient." Patrick chuckled at her attempt to berate him.
Robin crossed her arms and sighed. "You are a bad patient."
"You should talk." Patrick pointed at her accusingly.
"If you're my doctor how come my head isn't split open and it looks like I'm being treated with my own drug combination?" Robin lifted an eyebrow.
"Well, I, uh…" Patrick frowned. He hadn't worked out just how he was going to answer that question when it came.
"Dr. Drake, are you starting to feel compassion for your patients?" Robin teased. "And learning to respect my work?"
"I've always respected your work!" he argued hotly.
"Your clinicals are garbage, by the way." Robin mimicked him pretty well.
"We don't have to worry about loss of memory," he said dryly after she recounted word for word what he had said to her the first time they had met. He smirked as he remembered how informally he had been dressed at the time. His grin widened as she began to blush as she figured out just what amused him, much to the amusement of the other people in the room watching and listening the very interesting banter.
"Don't upset the patient, Dr. Drake." Dr. Brian Weaver said as he came walking in with Brenda at his heels. He saw his patient squirming at the smarmy look on Patrick's face. He didn't know what it was about, but he was sure it was Patrick's fault.
"Oh Robin!" Brenda bounced around everyone to grab Robin's hand. "You scared the hell out of me. Don't do that again!"
"Drake, you should be in a hospital bed. Dr. Scorpio, make him go back to bed."
"I'm fine, Weaver."
"Let's refrain from any betting on this, all right." Robin rolled her eyes. "Can I see my test results please?" she held her hand out to take the file from Dr. Weaver.
"Actually, you're due to go back to CT right now to check that out," Brian said as he handed her the file. She looked through it carefully and nodded.
"Can I have a moment alone with Patrick before we go down?" she asked. Her tone indicating she wouldn't brook any protests from her parental figures. Brian told her she had five minutes before the nurse would come for her.
Patrick sat down on the side of Robin's bed while everyone else filed out. Robin took his hand and studied his face for a moment. "You really should be in bed, Patrick, but thanks for taking care of me."
"You scared the hell out of me, Robin," Patrick said quietly. He gave her a rueful look. "When I saw the explosion on the news and then you…I should have insisted you get checked out when you called. But you should have known something was wrong, Dr. Brain Trauma expert."
"I was about to compliment you on your much improved bedside manner." Robin rolled her eyes and then grinned apologetically at him. "You're right, but it just felt like minor hit, my head didn't even hurt much at all. Thanks for worrying about me."
Before Patrick could say anything else a nurse entered the room to take Robin for her next scan.
"Patrick, please go rest. I'll have someone get us some real food and maybe we could have dinner together?" Robin said from her wheelchair.
"Are you asking me on a date, Dr. Scorpio?" Patrick leaned over her and asked in a husky voice.
Robin just smiled as the nurse wheeled her out.