"Robin, nothing has changed," Anna wasn't kidding when she said brick wall, if Patrick didn't know that it was sheer sadness and desperation fueling her stubbornness, he'd be losing his mind right now trying to get through to her. "She stroked on the table, Robin. She's been weaned off the propofol and she's hasn't regained consciousness. She's still in a coma, and all attempts to wean her off the vent have failed, her sats tank the moment we try. We've had this conversation with families before…"

"Her fever hasn't gone up," Robin interrupted.

"But it hasn't gone down."

"She made it through the night, Patrick. You said she wouldn't and she did, so what do we do next," Robin insisted, "My Mom, isn't your typical patient, and she proved it last night, so I'll ask you again, what do we do now?"

"We say good-bye, Robin. It's time to let go," and with that she walked away leaving him in the hall wondering how on Earth to help her. Patrick didn't know how to make her understand that even her Mom was human at the end of the day, and she'd just gone through too much to come back this time. He wondered how she would handle it if it came time to make critical decisions. Anna may not go on her own, and he didn't know if Robin would be able to handle turning off the respirator. If only he could ask Anna how to comfort Robin. She needed help, and the only person who could help her was lying in an ICU bed unconscious.

Robin walked back into her mother's room and her father in exactly the same position she'd left him in when she'd gone to confront Patrick. He was destroyed on the inside. It was obvious to her that his very survival depended on her mother making it, and the thought terrified her to no end. She'd never seen him respond to anything like he was responding to this crisis. Robert Scorpio was a man of action, give him a problem and he gave you twenty possible solutions and started barreling through them one at a time, but this time, it was like he was in his own personal coma. Awake, but lost to the world.

"What did Pattycake say?"

She hated to tell him, especially when in her heart of hearts she felt Patrick was wrong, but her father deserved the truth, "He says the prognosis hasn't changed."

Robert turned to Anna, "I never did like that boy, Luv. He doesn't know you does he, you've had faith in him and his relationship with our little girl from the beginning and now he's ready to throw in the towel." Her lack of a clever retort seemed to break what tenuous control he had on his emotions, and Robin watched as he buried his head in her mother's chest and sobbed. For the first time since finding out he was alive, Robin found herself feeling true compassion and empathy for her father. They were in the same boat, and for once he wasn't playing Mr. Macho Tough Guy.

"Daddy, we'll make it through this," she soothed, "I don't know how, but we will, all three of us." She gently rubbed his back wishing for a moment that she had a bit more Devane in her and a little less Scorpio, and knew to comfort him. Perhaps this was how he felt every time the roles had been reversed? Eventually his sobs subsided, most likely from sheer exhaustion and she covered him with a blanket as he fell asleep his hand still clutching her mother's hand, his lover's hand, she mentally corrected herself. It was clearer to her than ever that her mother belonged to him as well, in a completely different role, but a role no less significant. More lessons in empathy she supposed, she made a mental note and a bargain to God that if her mother made it out of this alive, she'd stop competing with him for her affection and they'd go back to being a united family. Then she turned to her mother.

"Mom, I know you can hear me. I still mean what I told you before your surgery. You have to pull through this, take back the strength you gave me and how ever much more you need, but I also want you to know that if this really is more than you can bare, Dad and I will be okay. I promise you, Mommy, I'll take care of him for you. I want you to know too, how much I appreciate the kind of mother you've been to me. You always put me first. I know that the move to Port Charles must have been hard for you, but you did it anyway for me. You stopped being a fence, and came here and settled down to give me a stable life, and I appreciate it. You gave me the freedom and the strength to chase my dreams. I could do anything because I knew that no matter what I had a safe place to fall. Doctor, dancer, hell – trapeze artist or clown, as long as I was happy and giving it my all, I knew you'd have my back. I need for you to know that, Mom. When they told me you and Dad were dead, it was my biggest regret. I was such a brat that last year. I was so worried that you had died thinking I didn't love you or appreciate you. I did. I always did. I think it's one of the reason's I was brattier with you than with Dad. I knew, without a doubt, you would always love me no matter what I did or said to you. Hey it even held true as an adult, I trust your love more than Patrick's. Like I told him, I think that's why I had an easier time understanding your initial reaction to Emma than his, even though they were similar. I knew in my heart of hearts, that you're reaction was in no way a reflection on how you felt about me or about her. I knew you loved me more than life itself, I knew that love would encompass my child as well. I pray I can give her that same security. Sometimes, Mom, I hear myself talking to her, and I hear Dad. I know I love her, but I also know what it's like to be on her side, and I worry that we're going to relive the same pattern he and I have followed. It's taken me almost thirty-four years to understand him, and truth is if it weren't for the fact that we're both terrified of losing you, I probably wouldn't be feeling this way toward him. He's scared and he's hurt and he doesn't mean to be an ass, and I finally get it because I'm scared and I'm hurt and I don't mean to be a bitch. You and Patrick deserve medals for putting up with us Mom. I'm rambling. I guess I just wanted to say thank you and I love you no matter what, and no matter where you are I'll still love you. It's okay if it's just too hard, but please Mommy make sure you give it all you have before you give in. All you have and all I have and all Daddy has, because we need you."

With the weights of regret and resentment of her chest, Robin was able to settle in for yet one more night in her mother's hospital bed. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, she noticed there was more than enough room for all three Scorpios in the bed, and tonight she felt proud and honored to be a Scorpio.