She'd just gotten back from a little raid of the vending machine not really because she was hungry more for something to do beyond worrying about what was happening to the woman she loved when she spots him.
Rogers was with his head down and his right leg bouncing from anxiety so like his daughter's. Tilly's backpack the shoulder straps stained with blotchy drops of drying blood resting against the chair between his legs. His remaining hand wrapped in bandages laying against his lap while his prosthetic rested against the arm of the chair.
She'd find out later that he'd driven the wrong fist into the unforgiving concrete wall down in the parking garage once they brought the shooter in. Some kid whose prints hadn't been in the system before and who looked so out of it the cop was surprised he even remembered how to pull the trigger on the weapon let alone how he'd managed to stay standing long enough to get to the bar in the first place.
He kept saying the trees told him to do it. The trees wanted the blonde-haired hunter gone so the lost daughter could come back to them. He was only doing what the trees wanted him to do as Weaver had drug him into the elevator giving Rogers time to calm down enough for him to do his job.
Of course, he was setting up for insanity early rather than admit what drugs he'd mixed to give him his latest high or give a more acceptable reason for shooting an innocent young woman like Tilly.
He'd lost his temper again at his locker after Weaver had gotten a little too curt in suggesting he take his break after pulling him out in the middle of his interrogation. Rogers could see the older man was just as upset as he was about what was going on but unlike him his partner held his darker side in better check and a third time he'd let his fist fly against the stone of the closest wall this time in his own apartment as he swung by to collect a few overnight things for the woman he'd come to see as a surrogate daughter.
"You look as good as I feel."
The speaker's body dropped into the seat beside him her head moving to rest against his shoulder. Not that he minded one bit as he mechanically accepted the second pack of trail mix his roommate's girlfriend offered. He'd skipped his lunch break in favor of getting his hand looked at after arriving at the hospital. Weaver had called earlier about both taking the rest of the day, so he didn't have to worry about going back. Not that he would have. Right now, Tilly was far more important.
"How's your hand?" Margot asks without lifting her head from his shoulder her voice just audible enough for him to hear her after several long beats of quiet while the hospital bustles around them.
"Stings but nothing I can't handle." He answers as the fingers of his taped hand brush once again along the fluffy rabbit toy he'd found while packing up some of Tilly's clothes for her stay. He didn't know why but just holding it claimed him. "How's yours?" They both knew the banter was partly to keep from worrying over what was going on down the hall.
"She's going to be alright I can feel it." Margot tells him resting a hand against her chest rather than answer his question. "Aye, she is quite the survivor." he agrees moving enough to shed his jacket draping it across her shoulders when he felt her shivering in the chill of the waiting room. "Like someone else I know." She whispers giving him a shy grateful smile at the gesture. He doesn't ask who she's talking about whilst she once again rested her head against his shoulder.
They lapsed back into silence after that with Robin drifting into something resembling sleep by the time her mother and aunt had exited the elevator minutes later with a soft explanation of "Traffic was horrible." with Lucy and Henry joining them shortly after that.
"Don't," Rogers growled when Zelena reached out toward her sleeping daughter when the younger woman started shivering again when her borrowed jacket slipped from her shoulders the hand not wrapped in white surgical tap sliding around Robin's shoulders replacing the jacket himself. "Sorry lass." He whispers apologetically when the jostling wakes Robin.
"'s okay." She shrugs off enjoying seeing more of the pirate's fatherly side as she sits up. "Hi mom." She adds in a little yawn for the moment pushing away her annoyance at just what had allowed her Mother and Aunt and by the look of it Rumple to regain their memories while she'd been left walking around under the haze of Margot West. First, she needed to be sure Alice was alright then they could handle that part of the fall out together.
"Drew and Remy can handle things just fine without us." "Right now, this is more important than food…Hey Luc. Thanks for bringing her Henry." The businesswomen's curt replies at Robin's surprise when not only Jacinda but Sabine step out of the elevator next brings a watery smile from both Robin and Lucy as the ten-year-old leans against her mother's side while keeping ahold of Henry's hand as Sabine takes a seat across from them.
Rogers moves with her when Robin gets up to stretch his protective side earning another of the archer's softer smiles. "How about you two head to the cafeteria. We'll have someone get you if anything changes." Regina offers when Hook's stomach grumbles. Lucy jumps up as well noticing the subtle change in Robin's posture the others seem to have missed as she pulls her arms into Rogers's jacket. "I'll come too if that's alright." She hopes.
"Sure kid. We'll get you some Jell-O." Robin agrees sending a wink the younger girls way quietly conforming her suspicions in the act as she slides Margot's glasses higher up her nose. "But let's go before Tils comes for our heads for letting her roommate starve himself."
That at least catches Regina's attention but the other three walk away before she can do more than open her mouth despite nothing coming out of it.