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If You're Not the One - 30
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"It's not fair." Robin sighed and looked up at Patrick who was standing over her bed looking smug.
"I really have to disagree." Patrick chuckled and sat down on Robin's hospital bed. He, unlike her was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt – the former a sop to incision that was still paining him rather than any deliberate sartorial choice. "It's your treatment and by your treatment you need at least one more day in the hospital."
"With me in here who's going to make sure that you actually follow doctor's orders and take it easy?" Robin asked.
"One day, you'll be out tomorrow, provided you behave yourself." Patrick leaned forward and brushed the hairs that strayed out of her pony tail behind her ear. "Then you can come stay with me and keep me in line."
"Stay with you?" Robin crossed her arms and looked at him with serious eyes, her lips, though, were curved into an amused smile. She could tell from his expression he had something he thought was charming to say and that they both knew would make her roll her eyes.
"I'm just fresh out of a major, life-threatening surgery. I need someone to take care of me for a while." Patrick hammed it up with a hand to his chest and a hang dog look. "I could do serious damage to myself if left alone. And you know how much you like to restrain me in bed."
"Really?" Robin smiled at him. "I think Epiphany could use the extra cash. You know how she likes giving you sponge baths."
"I still have a free revenge for that one," Patrick said, referring to the photographic sponge bath session she and Epiphany subjected him to.
"She was just doing her job, Patrick. She's a nurse. You are, were, a patient." Robin shrugged and bat her eyelashes at him. "The photos were for my amusement."
"They'd better be for your amusement only, Scorpio. Although you could make a pretty penny selling them on eBay." She rolled his eyes and he chuckled, then his face turned serious. In truth, he was relieved to finally be released from the hospital, but he was not at all pleased with having to leave while Robin was still under care. He had been considering staying in the on-call room or with Robin, but something about taking doctor's orders like a man had been uttered and now he was hoist by his own petard to do just that. "How are you feeling? How much pain are you in?"
"I feel a bit light-headed from the meds, but I don't have a headache anymore." Robin's expression immediately turned grumpy at the change of conversation. Her medical status was her least favorite subject.
"Good wonder drugs, Scorpio. You're going to put me out of business." Patrick knew that much of her moodiness was due not only to her hating to be sick, but the fact that her system was pumped so full of drugs it was a question which she had more of running through her – drugs or blood. He might be a surgeon, but he knew very well she was probably dragging and expending too much energy trying to keep up appearances for everyone else, as much as for herself.
"Thank you for trusting my work, Patrick." Robin looked at the man in front of her and tried to remember when he wasn't so vital to her.
"You should get some more sleep." Patrick's voice was tender and authoritative at the same time. "You need to be well-rested to serve me my meals in bed."
"It's just an 800- number to call a home health aide." Robin smirked and mimed dialing a phone for emphasis.
"Well, there is this nurse Tina who offered if you're unwilling." Patrick broke off and held up his hands. "Fine, kidding, kidding. I'm staying with Bobbie tonight. Breaking in the room for my father who will apparently be staying there when he gets out." Patrick smiled meaningfully.
"I did see how Bobbie was looking at him when you two got into it the other day. I'll be glad to come stay with you, in the spare room."
"Now, come on." Patrick's voice was husky as he gave her a sexy once over the melted lesser women.
"Give it a rest, Drake. We've barely seen each other outside this hospital, I'm not jumping into bed with you."
"If I recall you've been in my bed, your bed…"
"Hospital beds do not count."
"True, might as well be on a movie set for all the people around." He paused for a moment and sighed. "I've been bullied into following doctor's orders, so I'm doing to the same to you. Get some sleep. I'll give orders to keep everyone out for a few hours." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead and again caressed her hair. "I'll see you later."
"Tomorrow." Robin closed her eyes and sank into the pillow.
Patrick watched her drift off to sleep. His mind whirring a mile a minute as old fears and decisions echoed in his head.