Linc let out a holler. "What the hell, Drew. Not in the hospital!"

The door burst opened as everyone crashed into the room thinking something was wrong. Legs and feet scrambled on the floor. Becky's knee buckled as she got caught in the rush. She came down, hitting her nose on Michael's elbow.

Rob, not far behind, tripped as her feet lifted and wedged around his ankles. He lunged forward, grabbed her around the waist as they both went down and managed to get his other hand on the floor just in time to prevent Becky landing head first on the tiles.

Time stood still. Rob froze, bent over Becky with one hand on the floor, his other arm hooked around her waist so she dangled face down, her hands splayed out on the tiles and her legs caught between his.

"Shit!" He quickly stood, lifting Becky to her feet and spun her to face him. Blood ran from her nose, down her chin and onto her shirt, her face a ghostly white. He glanced at the others. All stared back at him, hands to mouths. Linc lifted his shoulders but didn't say a word. It seemed as though shock had stopped the world in this little room and Rob was the only one able to move. He lifted Becky, carried her into the private bathroom connected to Linc's room and shut the door behind him.

He flipped the toilet seat closed with his foot, sat Becky down, and then grabbing a wad of toilet paper he knelt before her and tilted her head back to stem the flow.

It took Becky a moment to clear her head. What the hell had just happened? With her head tipped back by Rob's hand on her forehead she looked at the focus on his face, and then her eyes connected with his. That gaze siphoned the air from her lungs. This wasn't happening. There was no way this was happening.

She knocked his hand from her head. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Becky shoved him backwards. He landed on his butt, legs spread, jammed against the door with his hand full of bloody tissue.

"Your nose." Shocked at the strength she'd used to shove him away, Rob was too stunned to say more.

Yanking on the roll of toilet paper until it streamed to the floor, Becky tore at it, pressed it to her face, and then pulling it away from her nose she used it to point at him. "Yes! My nose. My blood. Not fucking yours so don't touch me."

Scrambling to sit up straighter Rob said, "I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah. That'd be right. You're always trying to fucking help." She stood and waved both hands angrily in the air as she glared down at him. "Rob the bloody helper. Fucking perfect fucking Rob fucking Jarvis, always there to lend a helping fucking hand. Well! I don't need your fucking help. Now get out of my way." She gave him a swift kick in the leg with as much backward swing as she could get in the limited space. "Linc needs me!"

"Ow! Becky. That hurt." Rob shuffled to his feet and stood with his back against the door, his hands held up in surrender, one still holding the bloody wad of paper. "I know it's been a stressful week but don't take it out on me. You're bleeding. I'm trying to help." He put the paper to her nose again and said, "Tilt your head back."

"A stressful week?" She hit his hand away and wiped her own chunk of toilet paper over her mouth and chin. "This week has been way more than stressful and not just because of Linc." Becky sneered, swished her open palms up and down in front of him, her clump of tissue unravelled as she spat, "Linc's accident was one thing but then there's you. Here. There. Everywhere I fucking turn. Rob fucking Jarvis is there with his fucking smile. His fucking eyes. His fucking height. His fucking hair. His... his..."

She ran her eyes from his head to his toes and flung her hands as she screamed, "And his fucking body." She pushed her face forward, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips she added, "And your fucking helpful niceiness and now you've got your fucking hands on me and your fucking arms around me... and..." Becky burst into tears. "And... and... your..."

"Becky..." Rob opened his hands out to her and took a small step closer. "We gotta talk."

"No..." she wailed and covered her eyes as she shook her head with determination. "No. We... we... have nothing to talk about."

"I'm sorry, Becky," Rob whispered as he moved closer. "I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you."

A loud sob echoed in the room as Becky stumbled and let her back hit the wall. "You did, you bastard. You hurt me."

"I know. I didn't mean to." Rob put his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it away.

"Don't you dare touch me."

"I'm sorry." Rob drew in a lungful of air and searched the room trying to find the right words. He looked back at her, and then stroked away a strand of hair from her forehead saying, "I really want to fix this, Becky." He trailed his finger over her brow once more and added, "I've wanted to fix this for a very long time but I didn't want to interfere with your life."

"You have to stop doing that." Becky turned to face the wall. She rested her forehead against it and wiped her eyes and nose with her now screwed up bunch of toilet tissue.

"Stop doing what?" Rob's heart sank. "Trying to fix it? You won't give me a chance?"

"You're an idiot." Becky smirked at the wall, and then turned to face him. "Touching me. You have to stop touching me."

"Right... so..?" Rob gave her a quizzical look. "You will let me try and fix it but I'm not to touch you? Is that what you're saying?"

"That's right. No touching." Becky lifted her chin proudly and took a deep breath. "As far as fixing it." She moved him aside with a firm hand, took hold of the door knob, and then said, "I'll think about it," before strutting from the bathroom and closing the door with force behind her.

Rob hung his head, a huge grin on his face. She hadn't said no. A ball of excitement exploded in his stomach. His Becky hadn't said no. He washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror. A stupid grin spread from ear to ear. She wasn't going to make this easy for him but she hadn't said no.

Once he'd composed himself Rob opened the door expecting to find everyone waiting for him but only Linc was left in the room.

"Hey." Linc nudged his head in question.

"Hey." Rob nudged his head in reply. "Where is everyone?"

"Well?" Scratching his ear Linc looked at the door, and then back at Rob. "While Becky was giving you what for everyone bolted and while you've been in there drying your pretty little eyes Becky said she had to go to the hotel for a shower."

"Right." Rob put his hands on his hips, hung his head and nodded. He looked back up at Linc and flashed a massive grin. "I think she's going to forgive me."

"Ya reckon?" Shaking his head, Linc added, "It didn't sound like that to me. In fact I didn't think you were going to come out of that room in one piece."

Rob chuckled and lifted his shoulders. "True but... she only kicked me once. I admit I was a little worried she might have grabbed the toothbrush in there and done some real damage but her hands were full of toilet paper so I think that saved me."

Jutting his chin out, Linc nodded and said, "And that means she's going to forgive you, does it?"

"Yeah. I think so." Rob grinned. "At least she said she'd think about it."

"Like I your optimism, brother." Linc let out a large breath of air as he smiled.

"Thanks." Rob laughed. "Now I've just got to get her to talk to me without using the F word."

Linc burst into laughter. "You've got fucking Buckley's, mate."

Becky sounded pretty pissed off so I'm not sure she's going to forgive him :(

What do you think Rob's chances  are?

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