Despite being a central part of the movie, I felt that Robin's character was left rather unexplored. We, the audience, know that he would die for Marian, his lady love. Yet we are left in the dark as to his feelings towards Will, his thoughts about Will's recapture at the hanging, what he felt at the sight of Will about to die, etc. His reaction to Will's announcement that they were brothers seemed genuine enough. Yet their relationship throughout the rest of the movie left a lot to be desired, at least for me. So, here is my attempt at pinpointing what Robin was thinking and feeling throughout the battle, his reaction to Will's endangerment, and his pain at the thought of having saved his brother only to lose him to a fever.

Also, apologies if Robin seems out of character. This is just my interpretation, after all.

Robin strode into camp, immediately heading for his hut. He gently lay Will down on the bed before tucking him in, showing the same tenderness and devotion he would to his own son.

He turned to Azeem and Marian, who had followed him inside.

"What can I do for him?" he asked, concern for his brother evident in his voice.

"You've done all you can," Azeem reassured him. "You've bound his wounds, you've given him a bed to sleep in, and you've shown him love. The rest is up to him, and Allah."

Robin nodded. "I will not leave his side until he is well," he vowed.

"I'll bring your meals in to you," offered Marian, knowing better than to fight Robin once he'd made a vow.

"Thank you," he said, kissing Marian before she and Azeem left him alone with Will.

Robin pulled out the same chair he'd sat on to tell Will about their father, situating it as close to Will's side as possible.

"I almost lost you twice today, brother," Robin said, speaking quietly to Will, even though he doubted that Will could hear him. "I will not lose you again. You will get better, even if I have to breathe life into you myself!"

He settled down to wait for Will's recovery, his eyes never leaving Will's motionless body.

At first, Will seemed to be resting peacefully. Soon, however, he became tense, his hands clenching into fists. His body arched, as though to escape some pain known only to Will.

Despite Will's obvious discomfort, he remained silent, releasing not as much as a whimper.

If Robin had not been so close to Will, he would have missed Will's whisper of, "I want Robin."

Robin was elated. In the short time he'd known Will, he'd seen how his brother closed himself off, refusing to let anyone see behind the cocky front that hid a complex individual.

Will calling for Robin indicated his need, his dependence on his brother. Since Will's revelation the other day, Robin had seen a new side to Will, that of a young boy in need of a family, full of the same doubts, insecurities, and vulnerabilities as anyone.

Robin loved Will all the more for appearing weak, as it showed him to be human.

"I'm here, Will," he whispered, bending close to his sleeping brother.

Will was quiet again, but his face seemed flushed. Worried, Robin placed a hand on Will's forehead, quickly retracting it when he realized that Will had a temperature!

"AZEEM!" he yelled, his eyes never leaving his brother.

Azeem hurried inside, followed by Marian.

"He's burning up! I think he's developed a fever!" exclaimed Robin.

Marian went to his side, placing a calming hand on his shoulder, while Azeem went to the other side of the bed (Robin refused to move) to confirm Robin's findings.

"He's developed a slight fever. It will hopefully pass in a few days. You should know that he is conscious. However, he will be unaware of much of his surroundings. What tends to happen with a fever such as his—the person is taken back to certain memories, usually their most recent ones. You should be prepared for some sort of reaction to his recollections, especially considering what he's just lived through."

Robin paled at the thought of his brother perhaps being forced to relive the Battle of Nottingham, among other possible events.

"I understand," he said sadly, wishing he could spare his brother any further pain.

He was left alone once more, fearful of what he would witness as Will was forced to relive the horrors he had just escaped.

Unfortunately for Robin, he didn't have to wait long before Will began thrashing about in bed, tossing and turning, moaning about drums.

As Will relived the battle, so did Robin.

It had taken all of Robin's willpower to remain hidden when his brother had been recaptured. He wanted so much to release one of his arrows directly into the Sheriff's heart. However, more than Will's life was at stake, so Robin was forced to stick to the plan. The sight of Will being forced across Azeem's barrel of powder stilled his racing heart, knowing that Will knew its significance as well. He'd noted with pride how Will fought, yet was eventually overcome. He found himself wishing it were him over that barrel, dying in Will's place. Heaven knows Will was too young to lose his life. As he ran, getting into range to shoot Wulf free, he'd already been planning how to save Will. When the executioner had been leveling that axe at his brother's neck, Robin's blood had run cold, desperation setting in as he sought for a weapon to defend Will with. As he'd released the flaming arrow, he'd prayed to God that he'd acted in time. He'd released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when the arrow hit its target, sending the executioner crashing to the ground. Will's eyes had sprung open, relief evident. As Robin cut the rope tying him to the barrel, his heart had leapt in his throat once more when another axe had almost claimed his brother's life. If he hadn't pulled Will out of the way in time…

Robin refused to dwell on the "what ifs." So many things could have gone wrong, but everyone had lived to tell the tale, even Will, who Robin was sure would pull through.

After all, thought Robin. He's a Locksley, and we're survivors.

Robin was reminded of his brother's present condition as he saw Will twist away from some invisible force. As his body stilled, Robin dipped a piece of cloth into a bucket of water that Azeem had brought, dabbing the cool cloth across Will's sweaty brow.

"I'm here, little brother," he whispered encouragingly to Will. "You're not alone."

He watched as Will settled down, though a look of sadness remained on Will's face.

I'll have to ask him about that when he wakes up, Robin thought to himself.

Robin was overcome by guilt at having to watch Will suffer. He felt he deserved it, though, seeing as it was his fault that Will had been put in danger. He'd watched Will sleep the night before, had heard him cry out in pain, yet he'd agreed to let Will come to Nottingham. He even went so far as to agree to let Will cut the men from their nooses! He was such an irresponsible older brother.

Robin watched in wonder as Will curled in on himself, forming a tight ball to protect his head and whatever else he could.

What is he remembering? thought Robin, as Will winced in pain.

The days passed with no sign of improvement. There were several false alarms where Robin believed Will to be leaving his fevered-state. Yet, each time, Will faded away, letting the dreams and darkness reclaim him.

Robin was beginning to lose hope.

Surely Will's fever should have passed by now, he found himself thinking on more than one occasion.

It wasn't until the fourth day since their semi-triumphant return, however, that Will's fever broke.

Robin had kept his vow, never leaving Will's side. He'd been so focused on Will's recovery that if Marian had not come in and force-fed him, he would have starved. As it was, he only suffered from sleep deprivation, wanting to be there for Will the moment he woke up.

Robin had been watching Will be affected by another nightmare when a change seemed to come over the boy's body. Breathing seemed to come easier to him and his eyelids started fluttering, as though he were attempting to wake up.

Robin wasn't going to get his hopes up. Really, he wasn't. After all, he'd been let down before. But he couldn't help but hope when he saw Will's eyes open for the first time in days. And when he heard Will's laugh, the sound was like music to his ears.

Grateful that his brother had been spared, Robin offered up a silent prayer of thanks.

His eyes found Will's, and he sensed, more than heard, Will whisper his name, "Robin."

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