I can heal. [Talking takes so much effort right now, and she can differentiate if he's freaked out by her in general right now, or if he's freaked out because she's well on her way to a very long nap that she can't control at the moment. Could be either.]
[And she's out. And will be for about 12 hours without so much as moving. After two days without sleep, her own minor injuries, and the pain from his will make it almost impossible to wake her up.
[Goddamnit, Robin! What a way to leave him in a panic! Jesus Christ! Steve keeps a close eye on her for a good long minute. It appears that Robin is actually sleeping?
No signs of dying.
Good.
This is good.
Steve stays with her a little longer before he actually does check in with everyone else. ]
[When she finally, finally starts to wake up, everything fucking hurts, but she's no longer exhausted, so she'll mark that in the win column. Still, her head is throbbing, her left ear is still ringing though less than before. She's improving, so that's also a plus.
Except when she opens her eyes, for a couple long moments, she has no idea where she is and there's a moment of panic. Is she somewhere with the Russians? Had the rest been some sort of fever dream?
...she's pretty sure the Russian's didn't have a couch this nice, or a big screen TV a few feet away. Her vision is swimming as she forces herself to sit up, nauseated but starving at the same time. Where the hell was she?
Right. Steve's house. Christ. Where was he? Was he okay? Had she healed him? Everything was too fuzzy.]
[Steve let's her sleep but he can't hold back the worry as eight hours turn to ten, then twelve and so on. That's not a normal sleeping pattern and Steve can't help but wonder if maybe he should get help?
Something.
What if Robin happened to be suffering or worse? He debates reaching out to either Dustin or Nancy.
Fuck.
Steve can be found in his kitchen making breakfast. The aroma of food dancing in the air. ]
[She doesn't feel great about walking, feeling a bit off balance as she forces herself to her feet and follows her nose into the kitchen to see what's going on. She rubs a hand over her face sleepily, hoping there's some caffeine in the vicinity.
He cooks. She's not sure why she hadn't expected that, she knows enough to know he's on his own a lot. She just figured he did a lot of fast food like most teen boys.
She leans against the wall for support, trying to get her eyes to focus on him at the stove.]
[You can't do fast food all the time, right? It gets a bit old and expensive. There is also the fact that Steve's favorite meal of the day is breakfast.
That could be due to his grandmother. He used to love her cooking.
He turns quickly when he hears Robin’s soft and still rather weak voice.]
[Usually 8 - 12 hours staves off the exhaustion part of things from a big healing. Because it's light out in a way that suggests it's later than early morning at least. She closes her left eye because she's seeing double, but when she does, that goes away at least. Just one of him now. Normal.]
[That's...different. But then healing one of her parents had never gone beyond a single broken bone at a time, and she'd never had to heal one of them on no sleep.
Still. His face was healed, and she knew the rest of him was, too, and that --
[She's not surprised. She can see the concern that's still lingering on his face even if she can't actually feel it right now. She sits when he gets her a chair, offering him a tiny smile and thanks.]
It's...just a thing I can do? Since I was a kid. Heal people. It's just kinda -- draining? Sometimes?
I don't -- know enough about that to have an answer. Maybe? [She takes another drink of her juice, closing both of her eyes for a moment because her head is pounding.]
[She presses her lips together at that, expression troubled. She has about a million and one questions about Eleven, this new information, the monsters, all of it, but it's hard to focus for long on any one thing.]
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'm okay. Just need to sleep. Check on...others.
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[Steve's expression is both confused and concerned. Eyebrows knitted together as he watches Robin curl up and her eyes shut.
Shit.
Should he get ahold of someone? Dustin?
Nancy.....
Jesus Christ. ]
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Sorry, Steve. Check on your kids!]
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No signs of dying.
Good.
This is good.
Steve stays with her a little longer before he actually does check in with everyone else. ]
16 hours later
Except when she opens her eyes, for a couple long moments, she has no idea where she is and there's a moment of panic. Is she somewhere with the Russians? Had the rest been some sort of fever dream?
...she's pretty sure the Russian's didn't have a couch this nice, or a big screen TV a few feet away. Her vision is swimming as she forces herself to sit up, nauseated but starving at the same time. Where the hell was she?
Right. Steve's house. Christ. Where was he? Was he okay? Had she healed him? Everything was too fuzzy.]
Steve?
A baby!!!!!
Something.
What if Robin happened to be suffering or worse? He debates reaching out to either Dustin or Nancy.
Fuck.
Steve can be found in his kitchen making breakfast. The aroma of food dancing in the air. ]
<3 <3 TWO babies!
He cooks. She's not sure why she hadn't expected that, she knows enough to know he's on his own a lot. She just figured he did a lot of fast food like most teen boys.
She leans against the wall for support, trying to get her eyes to focus on him at the stove.]
Hey.
Yeesssss
That could be due to his grandmother. He used to love her cooking.
He turns quickly when he hears Robin’s soft and still rather weak voice.]
Holy shit you're finally awake!
*sobs*
[Usually 8 - 12 hours staves off the exhaustion part of things from a big healing. Because it's light out in a way that suggests it's later than early morning at least. She closes her left eye because she's seeing double, but when she does, that goes away at least. Just one of him now. Normal.]
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[Steve isn't trying to come off as aggressive or annoyed. He's genuinely concerned and he has a million and one questions. ]
Well past 12 hours....
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[That's...different. But then healing one of her parents had never gone beyond a single broken bone at a time, and she'd never had to heal one of them on no sleep.
Still. His face was healed, and she knew the rest of him was, too, and that --
That was worth it.]
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[Steve gets straight to it as he moves to fetch a chair for Robin to sit down. He doesn't want her passing out on him or worse.
He the fetches her some orange juice. ]
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It's...just a thing I can do? Since I was a kid. Heal people. It's just kinda -- draining? Sometimes?
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[It was absolutely terrifying and Steve felt beyond hopeless. That's such a shitty feeling, a weak one. ]
Just something you can randomly do? Seriously?
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I'm sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen. I didn't -- know how bad you were hurt until I was already healing you and then it was just --
[Robin waves a hand between them.]
I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted to help.
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[Steve waves his hands about before they settle along his hips. ]
Heal people? Just like that.
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I mean, I don't exactly know if it was something I was born with or if it was courtesy of -- um, well. Being tested on? But.
[She shrugs, not looking at him this time.]
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[Steve can't help but drag his hands down his face. ]
Tested on?!
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[Her voice is hushed.]
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It can be dangerous if the wrong people knew. ]
Like with what happened with Eleven?
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Is that what happened to her?
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[Jesus Christ.
This is all so goddamn insane.]
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She's young.
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I guess I'd just hoped -- [She shrugged. That the whole thing had fallen to pieces a long time ago. That there weren't others.]
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