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Robin

I see them.

I can finally see them again.

I smile widely and begin running towards them. "Mom!" I shout.

Her back remains facing me. She's talking to dad, a darkness surrounding the both of them.

"Mom! Dad!" I shout again, nearing the circle that they stand in.

They still don't turn around. As soon as I reach them, I try to step inside of the circle, but I am pushed back. The bright light I had just been in is now gone. Instead, I stand in the darkness with them. But I still can't stand in the circle with them.

I frown and reach out to touch mom. I am pushed back yet again. My frown grows and I try again. I continue to try to touch them, call out to them, but they don't see me. They don't hear me. They only continue talking and smiling with each other.

I stand on the side of dad, a tear falling down my cheek. "Daddy, it's me. You don't... you don't remember me?"

He doesn't reply, instead they start to fade away as I start to hear a beeping sound. I start to panic, feeling my arms tighten. Mom faces me, finally, but before she has a chance to say anything, they both fade into the darkness.

A sharp pain goes to my stomach, making me groan. Then a needle to my arm. Sweat begins to drip down my forehead, my heart rate speeds up, my breathing becomes irregular and I feel as if I am being suffocated.

"Ms. Davis! Ms. Davis! Please, calm down!"

My eyes spring open. Breathing heavily, I sit up and look around in fear. Light. So much light I have to squint my eyes. Doctors and nurses hover over me, trying to get me to lie back down. When a needle pokes my arm, I lose it.

I swat away their hands and try to remove the PICC line from my arm. "Get away from me!" I shout.

My heart rate speeds up at the sound of my voice.

I'm alive.

Before I have a chance to think about anything further, the vital sign monitor beeps rapidly. "Stat!" someone shouts and my arm is poked with a needle.

I fall back on the hospital bed and it isn't long before I pass out. My dream is no longer filled with darkness. Instead, I dream of relaxing on a beach, listening to the sound of the waves peacefully.

When I awake, I hear the sound of someone familiar. I don't open my eyes, not wanting to hurt them even more with the lights.

The person clears their throat. "Hey, Robin," he begins.

Richy.

"I miss you. I'm happy you're okay, but I still miss you, you know? Do you know how lonely it is without you? August is going insane without you." He touches my hand. "Wake up, Robin. Please."

Before I can respond, he walks away and someone else touches my hand. I choose not to open my eyes again.

The person bumps into the bed and curses. "Now, ma'am, you know I love you." She says and after a moment, I realize it is Kelly. "I cried my eyes out when I heard what happened to you and I'm so grateful you're alive. But you have got to get your ass back to work! It's been five days and they're falling apart. Falling apart I tell you!"

It takes every bone in my body not to smile. After she walks away, I think the coast is clear, but another person strides in.

"Hey, gorgeous." He says, and I've never been so thrilled to hear those two words.

He doesn't touch my hand like Kelly and Richy, instead I hear him pull a chair to the side of me and sit on it. He sniffles.

"I... I made you something. A basket, actually." He chuckles, but there's hardly any amusement behind it. "I call it the love basket. It has those chocolates you like, diet Pepsi, my credit card, a shit load of sticky notes, 'cause I know you love that stuff. Oh and some pictures I took of you and-Fuck - I can't do this."

August rests his head on my arm and my heart shatters when I feel a tear fall to it. He kisses my arm.

"I need you. I need you, baby. I need you to insult me. To hit me. To hate me. I need you to tell me everything is going to be okay. I'm going insane, not being able to hear your voice. Seeing you like this, it fucking hurts. I feel like a ton of shit. It should have been me, Robin, and I'm so fucking sorry."

I open my eyes and despite the pain that comes to them by the light, I keep them open. I touch his arm. "Everything is going to be okay." I whisper, smiling softly.

His head lifts up immediately. It's as if his face comes to life. His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face. August holds my head in his hands and kisses me like a starved man. I instantly melt.

After a while, he pulls away but doesn't let go of my head. "Fucking finally." He grumbles and I laugh.

I smile and get out of his hold. "I was shot and survived. I'd say pretty badass, right?"

"If you call yourself a badass, you are most likely not a badass, Robin."

I roll my eyes. "You didn't get shot. Therefore, you are not on my level, loser."

He stares at me for a moment, smiling widely. "I missed you. I missed you so fucking much."

I push back the hair hanging in his face and smile. "I missed you too. I guess."

He grins. "You guess?"

I nod. "Like a very tiny amount."

August scoffs. "You haven't had my dick inside of you in almost a week. I think you missed me a lot more than-"

I hit his arm. "August, I haven't even been up for ten minutes, you horny fuck!"

He laughs and stares at me, a smile so wide resting on his face. After a moment, I frown in confusion. "What? Do I have something on my face? I know, I look horrible-"

"Move in with me."

My breath hitches. I sit up, dismissing the pain in my stomach, too stunned. "What?"

"I said, move in with me." He replies calmly, as if it is the simplest thing in the world.

"August-"

"You're awake!" A nurse greets me, stepping inside.

I glance at August and he doesn't stop staring at me as I bring my attention to the nurse. I clear my throat. "Yes I am."

She smiles and begins writing something on a notepad she holds. "I'm sure you want to know how you're doing since the shooting, correct?"

"Yes."

The nurse takes a seat at the end of the bed. "Ms. Davis, you are a very strong woman. You suffered a gunshot to the abdominal. Thankfully, no vital organs were hit. Not to mention, you are very healthy. It saved your life. Your surgery went well, but we need you to stay for at least three more days."

I breathe a sigh of relief and smile. "So I'm okay?"

Her facial expression falls, and she looks down at the bed. "There's one more thing."

I frown. "Well, what is it?"

She touches my hand. "You had a miscarriage."

My heart drops.

August brings his attention to the nurse. "What the fuck did you just say?"

I jerk my hand away from her and shake my head. "That... that's not possible. I can't have children."

"I'm afraid it is. Mr. Foreman and Ms. Davis, I am deeply sorry for your loss."

I lost it.

I lost my child.

I lost my child, and I didn't even know I was pregnant.

Tears sting my eyes as I try to calm my breathing. August stands up, shoves his hands in his pants pockets and strides to the door. As he is about to leave the room, he turns back around and stares at the nurse, his eyes red with tears, trying to escape.

"How..." He swallows. "How far along was she?"

"Four weeks." The nurse mumbles.

"Fuck." He mutters and storms off.

Tears fall down my cheek as I press my knees against my chest and the nurse stands up. I place my arms over my knees and bury my head. The nurse tries to touch my arm, but I jerk it away.

I look up and glance at the door. "Get out."

Her mouth goes agape. "Ms. Davis-"

"Get. Out."

"Ms. Davis, this is not how you cope with things like-"

"Just go! Please, just get the hell out already!"

Right now, I was in no mood for someone to tell me how I should react to losing my baby. I should be able to react how I want to.

She sighs and walks away. I bury my head back in my arms and hold my legs tightly against my chest. I rock slowly as I sob. About two minutes pass before I hear someone walk inside. I look up and see it is August. He holds two cups of coffee. I can tell he has been crying.

He places the cups of coffee on the table next to the other side of the bed. August comes up to me and sits next to me on the bed. I rest my head on his shoulder and put my legs down. He presses a kiss to my forehead and wipes my tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." He says after a moment.

"It's not your fault, August."

"Yeah, it is-"

"August, it's not your fault, okay? Stop blaming yourself for everything."

He remains silent. After a while, he lifts my chin up. August kisses me softly before standing up. I frown. "Where are you going?"

"I need to take care of something."

"Then you'll come back?" I ask as he fixes his shirt.

"After my game, baby." He replies.

August kisses the top of my head and promises to return soon. When he leaves, the pain in my stomach and arm returns, causing me to yell for the nurse. She arrives quickly. She pokes my arm with a needle twice and as she is about to poke my arm again, I pass out.

After a while, I wake up and find Kelly playing chess by herself at the table. Feeling dizzy, I sit up and rub my eyes as a yawn leaves my mouth.

Kelly turns to me with a smile. "Look at the television, Ms. Davis."

I bring my attention to the television screen and smile when I see August being interviewed at his game. It is half time and his team is winning by thirteen points.

"Mr. Foreman, your skills are amazing, but I noticed you seem to be in a rush. Why is that?"

"I just want to get back to my girlfriend. She needs me right now, you know?"

The reporter tries to reply, but August jogs away to his team. Kelly laughs. "You guys make a crazy yet adorable couple, Ms. Davis."

"Thank you, Kelly."

She stands up and hands a juice box to me. "The doctor said you are still on medication, so you might feel a little off. But it should wear off soon."

I open the straw and take a sip of the juice as a commercial plays on the television. I smile, hearing the song, 'A Total Eclipse of the Heart.'

"Turn around." Kelly says, speaking in a deep voice.

"Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, and you're never coming 'round." I sing in a high pitched voice.

The drugs are starting to wear off. I think.

"Turn around." She repeats, making her voice even deeper and standing up.

"Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears."

Kelly turns to me and pretends her fist is a microphone. "And I need you now tonight!"

I hold my hand out, "And I need you more than-" The nurse strides in the room, making Kelly sit down. I clear my throat. "Hello, Ms. Nurse lady."

"You heard nothing." Kelly mumbles and I nod in agreement.

"What she said."

The nurse laughs and walks to the side of the bed. "Ms. Davis, I'd like to pick up where we left off."

I shake my head, sadness already forming inside of me. "No."

"Ms. Davis-"

"No. I don't want to talk about the miscarriage right now. Why does everyone always ruin my happiness? For once, may I please remain happy for at least another hour?"

The nurse doesn't reply, only looks down at her notepad.

Kelly stands back up, her face red in anger. "Of course you can, boss. You deserve happiness after everything you've been through, and if anyone tries to stop you, they will feel my wrath." She threatens, holding her fist up.

I bite back my laugh as the nurse begins walking back to the door. "You are right. Ms. Davis, you take all the time you need. I'll be back to check on you soon." She responds and leaves the room.

Kelly and I drink the hospital juice boxes and eat oranges as we watch the game for the next two hours. Kelly also informs me of our new clients and the theme of each of their weddings.

August returns thirty minutes after his game ends. I congratulate him for his win and he kisses me. A different nurse brings a bowl of Jello for me on a small table on the bed, making me gag. August takes a seat on a chair next to the hospital bed.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asks, folding his hands and leaning forward. I had an inkling he already knew the answer to that.

"I don't remember." I mumble.

His jaw tightens and a glare rests on his face. He pushes the bowl of Jello to me. "Eat."

I shake my head and nearly puke just looking at it. "Hell no."

"You need to eat, Robin."

"I'm not eating that abominable stuff, August."

"I want you to eat." He says. August tries to feed it to me as if I am a day old. I swat his hand away as Kelly laughs at us. "Robin, eat the fucking Jello!"

"I don't want to eat the fucking Jello!"

He drops the spoon. "Fine." He replies and stands up.

"I'm gonna go to my place and make those disgusting baloney sandwiches you like while you stay your ass right here. And when I return, you're gonna eat that shit because you need to eat something. Got that?"

I bite the side of my lip to prevent myself from smiling. "I don't like being told what to do."

"Robin." He deadpans.

"Alright, alright, I got it."

"Good. I love you."

"I love you too." I reply. August walks away and just as he steps out of the door, I remember an extremely important detail. "August, wait!"

He turns around. "What?"

"Don't forget to take the crust off of the bread, okay?"

A scowl appears on his face. "I'm going to fuck you up."

I smile. "Please do."

Despite how serious August is trying to be, I see a small smile appear on his face. I point at him as he begins walking away. "I saw that!"

"Shut up." I hear him mumble.

As soon as I know he is gone, I hop off of the bed. "Kelly, I need you to take me to the coffee shop."

Kelly's eyes widen as I groan in pain. "Ma'am, did you not hear what he said? Plus, the doctors said you're in no condition to leave yet. You must wait at least another two-"

I frown. "Did you honestly believe I was going to stay in this place any longer? I'm claustrophobic and I'm tired of people poking me every ten minutes. Now hand me my dress from my purse."

I always keep an extra dress in my purse in case of emergencies. It's practically a law in the designing industry.

She sighs and hands me the dress from my purse. "Ma'am, August is not going to like this. Not one bit. You know how protective he is."

"I know, I know-"

"I mean, the man wouldn't even let me in unless I gave him a fact about you."

I glare at her. "Kelly, that's not helping." I pick up the dress and she turns around, giving me the privacy to change. "There's something I have to do and I'm afraid if I don't, these nightmares I've been having will never stop."

She gasps. "What nightmares?"

I slip the dark green dress on sigh. "Since the night I was shot, I've been having nightmares. A particular one has me going insane. August and I are holding hands, walking down a street as we normally do. Suddenly, he gets shot. He lies on the ground, bleeding out to death and calling my name. But no matter how much I try, I can't help him. I can't move. I have to watch the man I love die as I sit there and do nothing."

Before I have a chance to move, Kelly turns around and wraps her arms around me. She hugs me tightly. "Ma'am, I want you to know you are the strongest, bravest and most hard working woman I know. And I'm so sorry you have to go through this."

I smile and back away. "Are you saying you support what I'm about to do, Kelly?"

She lets me go. "As your assistant, I think whatever you are about to do is incredibly insane and irrational. You are using the revenge you crave for someone as a distraction to your fear of not being able to save the ones you love." She says.

Kelly removes the serious expression from her face and replaces it with a wide smile. "But as your friend, I think it is exactly what you need! I say hurt the son of a bitch until he wishes he never crossed Robin Davis!"

I laugh and pat her shoulder. "You are the best assistant I could ask for you, know that?"

Her mouth goes agape as I put my heels I also carried in my purse on. "Really?"

Knowing she is about to cry, I roll my eyes and point my index finger at her. "Kelly, no. Don't do it."

She wipes her eyes and sniffles. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but that is just the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

I toss the hospital dress on the bed, place my purse over my shoulder, shove a pain pill in my mouth and stride to the door. Kelly follows behind me as she continues to cry. I hold her shoulders.

"Kelly."

She wipes her eyes again and meets my eyes. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Stop fucking crying." I grab a tissue from my purse and hand it to her. "Wipe your tears and take me to the coffee shop, alright?"

She nods. "Yes, Ms. Davis."

"Awesome." I smile and start walking away.

When we reach her car, Kelly sits in the driver's seat as I sit in the back seat. Marie and Damien call me as we make our way to the coffee shop. After promising to call Marie again later, I hang up as Kelly arrives at the coffee shop.

I get out of her car, wincing at the pain in my arm. Kelly stares at me with a look of worry. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you, boss?"

"No. I'll be out in ten minutes."

I saunter inside of the coffee shop. When I glance around, I see only a few customers and no one at the counter. I assume he is in the backroom.

Removing the gun from my purse, I stride in the backroom. Rage fuels me instantly when my eyes land on him. Henry turns around from the coffee filters he is trying to reach for as the door shuts behind me.

"Oh God, Robin, am I glad to see-"

I point the gun at him and smile. "Hello, Henry."

That is when I notice the fresh blood dripping down his hands and arms. A black eye rests on his face. He begins walking towards me and I see he has a limp. I gulp and hold back my gag when I see three of his fingers are also cut off. It's almost as if someone had just recently done what I came to do.

But I feel no sympathy towards him. He deserved it. I knew he was the one that shot me. I had seen his face as he ran off while I was bleeding out to death.

"Robin, we can talk about this, okay? I know you think I was trying to shoot you, but I wasn't. I was trying to shoot him. He took you from me, baby-"

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't you dare call me that again or so help me god I will put a bullet through your skull."

He steps closer to me, holding his hands up. "Robin, please. You don't have to be like him."

My veins pulse in anger. I slap the gun across his face, making him fall to the ground. When he faces me, the same look he wore when he found the teddy bear August gave me.

"You fucking bitch. I'm going to kill-"

"You're going to kill me, Henry? Now, how would you do that? I'm the one with the gun, dumbass."

He starts to stand up. "What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me, you son of a bitch. Now get on your knees."

"You fucking slut. What the fuck is wrong with-"

I slap the gun across his face again and tower over him. "You took one of the things I wanted most in life, Henry."

He groans, holding the side of his face. "Robin-"

I point the gun at his temple and smile. "I think it's time for revenge, don't you?"