i-have-lots-of-jen-feels-okay

i won’t let you + robron (robert pov) for @beautifulhigh

“Robert,” Chas comes through the curtain, her face pinched, looking panicked. “What happened?”

Robert looks up at her, blinks slowly. He’s cradling his right wrist gently, trying to ignore the pain currently threading up his arm. He gives her a weak shrug. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

Chas flounders for a second, drops her bag on the chair by the bed. “It’s okay.”

There’s the sound of voices outside the curtain and then a nurse pokes her head around the curtain. “We’ll be right with you, Mr. Sugden.”

Robert opens his mouth to say something, but Chas is already sniping, “Can you make it quick? He’s in pain.”

The nurse assures her they will and disappears. 

Chas approaches Robert slowly, gently touches Robert’s arm above the obvious wound. “What did you do? Where’s Aaron?”

“I didn’t want to call him,” Robert says slowly. He doesn’t remember much of what happened, just the pain ripping through his wrist and forearm, and hitting his head on the way down. “They think I have a concussion.”

Chas runs a hand through his hair and it’s such a motherly thing to do that Robert sucks in a breath, doesn’t know how to deal with it. “You should call him. He’ll want to know.”

Robert nods. “I know. I just wanted - I woke up and just wanted my mum.”

Chas looks startled, shocked enough that she doesn’t say anything as the nurse comes back in, starts to deal with the wound on Robert’s arm. She gently tells him she’ll bring his prescription and as long as Chas is willing to watch over him and take him home, he’ll be free to leave. 

When she’s gone, Chas sits beside him on the bed. “You could have asked for Diane.”

Robert doesn’t want to talk about her, just shrugs. He stares down at the bandage on his arm. “I need to call Aaron. I’m gonna hurt him again.”

“This is different,” Chas says, reaches over for Robert’s good hand and clasps it gently. “This is the kind of hurt that he’ll want to know about. He loves you.”

“I love him too,” Robert says, oddly fascinated by the contrast of Chas’ nail varnish against his thumb. When he looks up, sees the concern and worry on her face, Robert blinks again. “I didn’t want to be alone. Diane is - I didn’t want her, didn’t want to worry Aaron. I needed my mum and I didn’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not,” Chas promises, keeps her grip on Robert’s hand. “I won’t let you.”

Chas isn’t Sarah, not even close, and they have a lot of history, most of it bad. Despite that, Robert’s glad she’s here, lets himself relish having a mother, just for a second.

as discussed, the fic that will end our friendship ;)

Ginny’s phone buzzes on the bed beside her for the fifth time.

And then the screen lights up again. She looks down at the backlit device. Five messages.

Mike
Please answer.

Mike
I just want to know that you’re okay.

Mike
Okay, that’s not all I want to know. Gin, please.

Mike
I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. I really want to talk to you.

Ginny unlocks the screen to clear away the messages before she sets her phone to ‘do not disturb.’

Twenty-five minutes later, there’s a knock at her door. 

“Ginny?” Mike’s voice calls out. She stays still and doesn’t attempt to adjust the volume on the TV either. 

“Gin, I know you’re in there. I can here the TV, and I know you don’t just leave it on. Just talk to me. Even if it’s to yell at me and tell me you never want to see me again, I’ll take it. It’s better than this.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just sit out here all night and keep talking to the door. I’ve got a lot I can say, Gin.”

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