Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin. Sorry. ^_^
Kitsune: Hey, Amon, you’re kind of starting to get on my nerves too.
Puff: That’s unexpected.
Kitsune: Shut up.
Amon: Why?
Kitsune: ‘Cause I’m the only one that can pick on Puff, thank you very much.
Puff: *glomps Kitsune* You do love me!
Kitsune: *sigh* Whatever
Chapter Thirty-Two: A Break in the Clouds
“You found out something about Robin?” Karasuma and Amon chimed at the same time, both immediately shoving their chairs backwards and rushing over to where the nurse stood. She, completely stunned, stood silent for a split second before Amon’s darkly narrowed eyes alerted her to the fact she should speak.
“Why don’t we go out into the hallway?” the nurse suggested, motioning for them to step out through the door. Amon glanced over at his daughter, her eyes wide with innocence and curiosity, and quickly did as the nurse instructed.
“Tell us what you found out about Robin,” Amon ordered coldly, watching as the nurse quietly shut the door into its frame tightly. She turned on her high heels, blinking her dark brown eyes once as she folded her hands and took a deep breath.
“Your friend, Robin, isn’t quite stable yet,” the nurse began, silencing both the hunters with a raised hand as she continued to speak, “According to what I learned from an intern that I just spoke to, who is in the OR with Robin, her surgeries are going well. Dr. Takahashi was even overheard saying that there would be little scarring if he could fix things properly and quickly enough. Apparently, the doctor thinks that she should be fine after a lot of medical work and plenty of rest. Now, you must remember that things can quickly change and only Dr. Takahashi can definitively say for sure that Robin is on the road to recovery.”
Karasuma slowly nodded, taking in the information offered to her. Amon looked around, his dark eyes flicking over the rows of identical white doors set into pale gray walls, before he let his attention fall on to the nurse once again.
“Thank you for your help,” Amon said sincerely, his near black eyes softening for brief moment, “I would greatly appreciate it if you could continue to try and get more updates on Robin’s condition.” The nurse smiled politely as she stepped back and turned down the hallway to go back to her post.
“Well, at least it seems like Robin will get better,” Karasuma sighed, slumping tiredly against one of the flat gray walls. She reached up, massaging her temples with both of her hands.
“Yes, that is good. Now I’m going to call everyone at the office and tell them the news,” Amon stated calmly, seemingly slightly more relaxed as he stepped back into Javan’s hospital room. His dark coat rustled lightly as he quietly walked across the room to where Javan lay half-asleep.
“Daddy, is Mommy going to get better soon?” Javan asked, her words slightly slurred from her sleepy state. She was fighting to stay awake but the combination of her head wound, the medicine given to her by the medical staff, and the sheer stress of the day was wearing heavily on her young body.
“Javan, the nurse said that Robin still has to stay with Dr. Takahashi but she’s doing better,” Amon explained gently, running his fingers over his daughter’s eyelids softly to close them, “Now go back to sleep so you can rest and we can get you out of here that much sooner.” The young girl nodded her head, the small white bandage catching in the light and contrasting sharply against her midnight colored hair.
Amon stepped off into the corner, pulling his small cell phone from his coat pocket. He quickly punched in the number to the main office, pressing the device against his ear when it began to ring.
“I’m just calling to tell you that we heard that Robin’s surgeries are going well. Yes, she’s a little more stable. Not quite though. No, I don’t know when she’ll be out of the OR. I will call you the next time we hear any more news. Bye,” Amon hurriedly said, almost whispering into the cell phone so he wouldn’t run the risk of waking Javan from her much needed sleep. He turned off the phone, carefully replacing it in his pocket.
He straightened his chair next to Javan’s bedside, adjusting it so he could watch her and still be able to be on guard. The man pressed the back of the chair against the pastel pink wall, mindfully watching the multitude of wires pressed up against the decorative edging along the floor.
“Amon, I’m going to go get some coffee from the cafeteria. Do you want anything?” Karasuma asked softly, standing in the doorway.
“No, Karasuma. I’m fine,” Amon responded, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. She nodded to show that she understood, stepping backwards once before shutting the door.
Tiredly, Amon sighed and let his entire body relax. He looked towards the window, his dark eyes focusing past the thin lacy curtains and onto the gray and overcast sky. He blinked slowly and watched the dreary clouds move about on their equally depressing faded blue backdrop. The thin, almost ragged looking, streaks of sunlight that were managing to force their way through the cloud cover were randomly dotting the ground with pale light.
“What was Robin thinking? Leaving the office alone like that, and without her cell phone to top it all off,” Amon hissed to himself, lazily glancing around the room before his eyes fell back onto the sky, “And that woman that Robin killed, I’ve seen her before. But where?” The hunter quietly began to think, searching the dark recesses of his mind so he could try and remember Ophelia. As realization dawned, he couldn’t help but look slightly surprised.
“I knew that she couldn’t be trusted,” Amon said coldly; however he was very uncertain of his words. He shook his head to clear his mind, pushing the thoughts of the battle scene to the back of his consciousness.
A quick visual search of the room let Amon relax his guard even further, the soft hum of the monitoring machines a lulling sound. He let his near black eyes close, his breathing quickly becoming deeper and more rhythmic as he slipped into a light sleep.
“Amon, wake up. I have good news,” A male voice called, a gentle hand shaking Amon’s shoulder lightly.
Quickly, Amon roused from his slumber, eyes darting around the darkened room. He glimpsed the dark midnight sky, rain falling in the soft light pouring from the street lamps.
“Good, you woke up easily. I didn’t want for you to wake up fighting,” Dr. Takahashi said teasingly, pulling a chair from another bedside so he could sit in front of the slightly dazed hunter, “I noticed that your friend had left and I figured I should tell you how Robin’s surgeries went so you could inform anyone else who wanted to know.”
“Well?” Amon said questioningly, automatically pushing aside all remnants of his nap, “Is Robin going to pull through?”
“I think so. We can’t really say for certain until she wakes up, which could be days or even weeks. But the three main wounds, on her shoulder, lower back, and thigh, were patched up nicely. We had to give her transfusions of blood, since she lost a lot of her own. Robin expended so much energy in the battle that it will take even longer for her to heal, but that also gives us more time to make sure things heal smoothly.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Amon said quietly, trying to focus on Dr. Takahashi in the poorly lit room, “Is it possible for me to see Robin or is she still too unstable to have visitors?”
“Of course you can see her right now. I can take you down to the ICU unit where I have her. I just don’t want you to be alarmed when you see Robin; she doesn’t exactly look healthy,” Dr. Takahashi cautioned as he stood up, pushing his chair back to where it belonged.
“Doctor, I was on the scene. I saw Robin completely covered in blood, drifting in and out of consciousness. Believe me, any improvement over that will be for the better,” Amon said, following Dr. Takahashi out into the hallway.
“In that case, Robin should look a lot better. The blood transfusions gave her skin back a bit of its normal color and we got her completely cleaned up. One of my nurses even felt so sorry, for how young Robin is, that she fixed her hair into pigtails. Not the ones Robin normally has, but pigtails nonetheless,” Dr. Takahashi said, leading Amon along the well-lit pathways, “It’s rather cute, if I do say so myself.”
Amon nodded and they continued the rest of the way in silence. When they reached the ICU unit, Amon had a brief flashback of Reika’s death. He sighed, looking over the staff who were quietly working at their computers.
“She’s right in here Amon. I made sure that she would have her own room, in case something would happen with her craft while she slept. I doubt it, but I thought that you would also appreciate the privacy,” Dr. Takahashi explained, opening a door and gesturing Amon through in front of him, “I’ll leave you alone so you can call anyone that you need to.” Amon glanced at a black-rimmed clock hung on the wall, grimacing at how the hands were arranged.
“One-thirty in the morning. I’ll call in a few hours,” Amon said to himself, setting his body down in a chair next to where Robin slept. He stared helplessly at her thin body, grimacing at the thick piles of bandages apparent even through the heavy blankets that covered her.
“Robin, what were you thinking? You know, with how bad the witch attacks have been getting, that you shouldn’t go out alone. Everyone is worried about you,” Amon whispered, tenderly brushing the back of her hand with his fingertips, “Get better soon.” He sat back, preparing to simply watch the craft user through the rest of the night.
Robin softly whimpered, her eyelashes fluttering gently. Amon blinked, pinching the back of his hand to make sure that he hadn’t drifted off to sleep again.
“Amon?” Robin called out, her green eyes still closed, “Are you there?”
“Yes, Robin, I’m right here. Do you need anything?” Amon asked brightly, barely able to keep himself calm.
“No, I’m just happy that you’re here with me,” Robin breathed, moving her fingers slowly as if she was testing them, “I thought I was going to die and I’d never see you again.”
“You’re going to be fine now. I’m going to call the main office to see if anyone besides Michael is still there. If they are, who do you want to talk to first?” Amon asked as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, waiting to dial the number until after Robin had answered him.
“Um, the one that was here earlier,” Robin responded uncertainly, fiddling with the IV taped down to her wrist. Amon looked up towards his hunting partner, stunned slightly. Robin looked away, her green eyes dim.
“Robin, how did you know that someone, besides myself, was here with me?” Amon questioned suspiciously, scooting his chair back away from her bedside.
“I just figured that someone would have been here with you. I thought I should have talked to them first, that’s all. You don’t have to be so suspicious, Amon, it’s really rather rude of you,” Robin snapped, suddenly more healthy than she should have been.
“You aren’t Robin,” Amon growled, shoving the cell phone back into his pocket and reaching for his Orbo gun.
“Amon, of course I’m Robin! You recognize me! I can’t believe that you wouldn’t think that I’m myself,” Robin screeched, bolting up straight in her bed, “I think you need some rest, Amon. Clearly, all this stress has gotten to you.”
“Dr. Takahashi said that Robin wouldn’t wake up for days, maybe even weeks. You are not Robin,” Amon hissed, pulling the gun out and aiming it at Robin’s body, “Now show your true self.” Slowly, Robin began to giggle. She pulled all the IV’s and wires from her body, carefully setting them to the side.
“Amon, I am Robin. Or more accurately, this body is Robin’s. I’m just…borrowing it for a moment,” Robin laughed darkly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed so she could stare directly into Amon’s eyes, “I hope you don’t mind. Now, if you’ll just sit still, I can kill you and sweet Robin can go back to being her unconscious self once again.”