"WE NEED HELP OVER HERE!"

The booming voice shook her from her state of unconsciousness. Robin fluttered her eyes a couple of times before she noticed that she was struggling to breathe. There was an oxygen mask over her face, but as she tried to remove it, she realized that her arms weren't exactly free, as they were both being poked and prodded with needles.

"Get this damn thing off of me!"

"Oh thank God." She could tell that Patrick was shaking, and by the looks of it, they would've had to admit him if she hadn't woken up when she did. He gently removed the mask from her face as the remaining doctors and nurses evacuated the residual medical equipment from the premises.

"What the hell happened?!"

"Why yes, Dr. Drake, I'm fine, thank you for showing your concern. So, how was your morning?" she shuddered as she spat out the sarcastic remarks, suddenly remembering the results of her test. Looking down at her hand, she realized it was nowhere to be found. She immediately began to panic, until she gazed up and saw Epiphany standing over to her right. She indicated that she did indeed have the incommodious contraption and that Robin had nothing to worry about.

As she calmed down, she noticed the panicked look on Patrick's face, almost resembling the look he had just the other day when he had seen her holding that baby at the hospital. Remembering the incident, she knew straight away that there was no way she was going to be able to tell him.

"Robin, what the hell were you doing in the supply closet?" She turned her attention back to reality.

"What, I can't be there unless you're following right behind?"

There was a playful grin making its way onto his face, but it just as soon disappeared as he continued on with his interrogation.

"Seriously. Why did you run out of Hayley's room crying and then decide to hide inside the supply closet?"

"Well…uh…when-when she started talking about car accidents I-I…uhh"-

"No, no, it's okay…" She could tell he was getting uneasy discussing the subject.

"Why don't we just get back to our rounds"-

"No, no…they want to check you out first. They said you can go back in a couple of hours, but just to be sure that ammonia didn't do any damage to you, they wanted to run some test."

"Crap…Are you serious?!...UGHH…fine…"

"Hey…stop being stubborn and just cooperate."

The corners of his mouth turned up as he made the crack at her, and she couldn't help but smile as well. He was so cute when he was trying to be funny. He brought over a wheelchair as she got a revolting look on her face.

"Here you are Ms. Scorpio. Now, be a good girl for the doctors, and maybe when we get home, you can have a…a reward for your good behavior."

The smirk on his face said it all, and she knew he was really looking forward to that night. She could resist it all she wanted, but in the end she knew he'd get what he wanted, and she couldn't help but go weak in the knees and slump slowly into the wheelchair at anything but the thought of what that night could hold.

As the orderly came to take her away, Robin turned to look at Patrick one last time. Hell, she'd be away from him for more than 10 minutes; she needed something to hold her over until then. She took her "one last look" and was then wheeled behind a pair of giant, wooden doors, while Patrick made his way back into Hayley's exam room.

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"So, why was Thumbelina being so dramatic?"

"What did you just call her?"

"Thumbelina…what'd ya think I said? You know, maybe you should go get your hearing checked out. We are kind of in a hospital here."

Patrick's level of tolerance was growing smaller by the second.

"Well Ms. James, thank you for pointing that out to me. Maybe while we're here you should have your voice box removed…just a suggestion. I'll bet your parents would thank me dearly."

"You know doctor, I'm not really feelin this smartass side to you. Maybe I could just hit this little nurse-y pager-y thingy and have them kick your ass out of here and assign me to another doctor."

Oh yea. He was getting pissed all right.

"And F.Y.I. Dr. Drake, my parents aren't exactly here right now. Hell, I have no idea where they are. I'm constantly being moved from family member to family member, so with all do respect…your comeback sucked."

"Wait. You have no family here?"

"Aww…do I see a sympathetic side?"

"Hell no. I don't do sympathetic."

"Yea, yea, say what ya wanna say."

This girl was really starting to piss him off. The thought of sticking her face on a punching bag sounded like it would provide for a great workout, and Robin would be totally impressed with his biceps. But, at risk of losing his own career- - AND his amazing surgical hands- -he had to stay calm.

"….I'm gonna go see if your new test results are back…I'll be back…eventually…"

Yea, eventually as in after I blow off some steam like I'm in the damn WWF!

He turned to leave, and as soon as he was out that door, he stormed down the hallway, mumbling under his breath as he did.

Tht lttle bitch….needs to lrn to keep her…damn mouth sht.

"Did you say something to me Dr. Drake?" Standing in front of him was an annoyed-looking Epiphany.

"Umm…no…I was talking to myself…Are those CT results ready yet?"

"Patient's name?"

"Hayley Jones."

"Yes doctor, they just came in."

Handing over the files, a look of disgust washed over Patrick's face. He really didn't want to have to go back into that hell hole and have another lovely conversation with the devil herself.

"…Are you sure they're ready?"

"Do you not see them right here?!" she screamed, waving the envelope in front of his face.

"…Shit...alright, thank you Epiphany." As he made his way back to the room, Epiphany called after him.

"You know, Dr. Drake, you really should've taken my advice about hooking up with your girlfriend in those supply closets."

"Why…because of what happened to Robin? A little ammonia's not going to stop us," he said, winking as he turned his back to the nurses' station.

"Well, she obviously keeps you up to date on all of her whereabouts."

"What was that?" a flustered Patrick, looking for any possible distraction to keep him away from Little Miss Smartass, turned towards Epiphany once again.

"Get back to your patient Dr. Drake, before I drag you back to that room myself!"

"Geez…ok, ok…someone's not in a good mood today…or…any day for that matter…You know, Epiphany, why don't you try relaxing a little bit? You're always so uptight and…well…angry—"

"I warned you once, now we're gonna have to do it the hard way, aren't we?"

She came out from behind the nurses' station and, without warning, grabbed Patrick by the ear and began dragging him back to Hayley's room.

"OW!! Hey, stop—OW, will ya LET ME GO-OWWW!"

"Sure, here ya go: Room 416. Have a nice day, Dr. Drake."

She slammed the door behind him, and made sure to give him the ugliest glare back through the window.

"Aww, did Dr. Dwake get in twouble? Shame on you."

"You know what, I'm really not in the mood for putting up with any more of your crap, so why don't you just shut the hell up and let me read the results of these tests in peace?"

"Because it's more fun to watch you blow up then have to sit here doing nothing."

"So I'm some sort of entertainment for you now?"

"Well, I wasn't going to put it that way, but feel free."

Patrick rolled his eyes and opened the manila envelope, making a huge tear down the side. He looked over the scans of Hayley's brain, trying to decide if she needed immediate surgery or if it could wait until tomorrow. The sooner he got rid of this brat the better. But as he looked over her medical history, he noticed a name that Robin had mentioned once or twice in her listed guardians: Felicia Jones. With an inquisitive look on his face, he glanced back over at his troublesome patient. She had said that she was coming to Port Charles in search of her sister, and she did look an awful lot like Robin...

He'd look into it more later.

"Sir, how much longer is this going to take?!"

Robin had had enough.

She'd been poked with more than 12 needles by now, the attendant on duty wasn't attractive, per say, and she'd been in and out of that CT machine 4 times now. Frankly, she was getting fed up with the whole examination. It wasn't necessary in the first place! She'd passed out from a little ammonia, so what? It's not like some guy came up from behind her with a pole and conked her over the head. It was what, 20 seconds that she was out for? Either way, she was really starting to get pissed with the whole ordeal.

"Just a couple more tests Dr. Scorpio, and we'll be all finished here."

"I don't see why everyone is making such a big fuss over this. It was just a little ammonia."

"Yes, but do you know what just a little ammonia can do to your brain?"

"Oh, for God's sake, YES I know what the damn ammonia can do to my brain! I'm a DOCTOR for crying out loud!"

"A little angry, are we?"

"YES, I'm FUMING! If you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my patients, so if you could wrap this ridiculous thing up, I'd be grateful."

"Whatever you say Dr. Scorpio. Just one more blood sample and we're done."

He tied off the top of her arm, tapped it out for the veins, and after finding a good one, stuck in the needle. Robin watched as her blood poured out into the clear tube, and was relieved when her doctor finally gave her the go ahead to get changed and back to her rounds.

"Can you put a rush on those results? I'm sure Patrick's not going to let me do much until he sees it in black and white that I'm okay."

"Sure thing Dr. Scorpio."

"Thanks…for that, and for putting up with my attitude problems…I tend to get bitchy when I'm pissed off."

"That's okay, Dr. Scorpio. I've got a pregnant wife at home, so I know all about mood swings."

She was a little sidetracked at the mention of the word "pregnant," but was soon on her way out the door.

"Tinkerbelle's back!"

As soon as she was in that room, she wished she was out.

"What did you just call me?"

"Geez, what is it with you doctors and not having good ears? I swear, between you and Peter Pan over here, you two wouldn't be able to hear it if this room was bombed by terrorists!"

"Do you see what I've had to put up with?" Patrick mumbled into her ear as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Sorry I had to leave you alone. So explain to me again why you've decided to call me Tinkerbelle?"

"Well, there's two reasons: One, she's extremely tiny, and two: She's a stubborn bitch…what?"

This was going to be a long day.

"I am so relieved to get out of there!" Patrick said, throwing his arms up in the air as if he'd just won a trophy.

"Ahh…same here. I'm gonna go get changed, so I'll see you in the car, okay?"

"Actually, I'm gonna go see if your results from earlier are in."

"Patrick, seriously, don't worry about it, I'm FINE, okay?"

"Just to make sure you're okay...I'll meet you in the car."

He smiled at her as he turned his back to go to the lab.

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When he opened her file, he didn't expect to find what he did.

"Brain scans 1, fine, scan 2, fine scan 3 fine…guess she was okay," he mumbled to himself.

"Blood sample 1, fine, sample 2, fine sample 3, pregnant."

Blood Sample 3.

Pregnant.

Credit for helping me with the Epiphany idea goes to Jude iamjude and Mytney. 