"Stop messing with your eyes, Robin." She sat down on her knees, careful to avoid the shattered pieces. Maddison sighed and looked over her boyfriend. He truely looked pitiful. This was her fault. She had wanted to dress him up as a zombie, she didn't know that the make up would do this. She felt awful for Robin, but wasn't sure quite how to fix this.
"Hang on, I need to go check on Emerson and then I can come back and help you and clean up the floor so we can at least get you in the bed. Stay put."
Maddison kissed his forehead and then stood, moving out of the bathroom to the main portion of the house. "Hey Em? I have to clean up a mess in the bathroom. Do you want to start the movie without me and I'll catch the rest of it? Shouldn't be too long." The blonde grabbed the broom and dust pan.
Minutes later, she was back in the bathroom cleaning up the mess. Finally, the shards were all thrown in the trash and the floor was clear. "Alright. I'm going to need you to help me a bit, Robin. I'm going to get you to the bed." She went over to him and started to wrap her arm around his waist. He'd have to lift himself, he was bigger than her. Whenever the two got him to the bed, she went back to the bathroom and grabbed a small towel, getting it wet with warm water. Maddison walked back over to the bed and sat down on it to put the cloth over his eyes.
"What happened to you, huh?"
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Robin merely grunted as he was scolded, and as Maddison took her leave. For now, he was sated. His anger had abated and he had only relief. The irritation he heard in Maddison’s tone sounded like irritation born of concern – the kind of scolding a mother would give a child, or a nurse an unruly patient.
He remained where he was even as Maddison came back and he heard the signs of her cleaning; the brush of the broom and the tinkling of glass – or porcelain, or whatever it was he had broken – as it was cleared and tossed. Still he said nothing, chewing on his words and what he could possibly say as he stood and reached for Maddison, as his arm slipped around her waist and allowing her to lead him through the bathroom, through the bedroom and to the soft, welcoming arms of the bed. He was naked as the day he was born, but it was nothing that Maddison had not seen before.
Robin crawled into the bed and rolled over onto his back, dragging the blanket with him to wrap himself up in a feathery soft cocoon. Maddison returned and the warm cloth was a soothing balm over his itchy, swollen eyes. He hummed under his breath, letting go of the blanket long enough to grasp Maddison’s hand.
”I swear, Madds. I’m cursed,” he said. He knew it sounded insane, but it was the conclusion he had long ago come to, and one that had refused to leave his mind. ”Emerson knows it’s not her fault, yeah? I swear I’m going to be blind…” he muttered. He had to think of the worst-case scenario. It would be just his luck…
He remained where he was even as Maddison came back and he heard the signs of her cleaning; the brush of the broom and the tinkling of glass – or porcelain, or whatever it was he had broken – as it was cleared and tossed. Still he said nothing, chewing on his words and what he could possibly say as he stood and reached for Maddison, as his arm slipped around her waist and allowing her to lead him through the bathroom, through the bedroom and to the soft, welcoming arms of the bed. He was naked as the day he was born, but it was nothing that Maddison had not seen before.
Robin crawled into the bed and rolled over onto his back, dragging the blanket with him to wrap himself up in a feathery soft cocoon. Maddison returned and the warm cloth was a soothing balm over his itchy, swollen eyes. He hummed under his breath, letting go of the blanket long enough to grasp Maddison’s hand.
”I swear, Madds. I’m cursed,” he said. He knew it sounded insane, but it was the conclusion he had long ago come to, and one that had refused to leave his mind. ”Emerson knows it’s not her fault, yeah? I swear I’m going to be blind…” he muttered. He had to think of the worst-case scenario. It would be just his luck…
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Maddison paused when he put his hand on hers. She hadn't figured out if he was still mad at her or not. Maddison could be impulsive and she knew she had directed her anger at him for ruining the night, so to seem. It wasn't like it was his fault that his eyes swelled up. She knew that, but she liked when things went perfect and more often than not, something always happened around Robin.
"You're not going to be blind, you'll see eventually soon. Is the cloth helping?" She hoped it was, she hoped that come the next day everything was fine and Robin would be able to see again. She sighed softly and squeezed his hand to be reassuring. "I don't think Em thinks its her fault. I certainly hope she doesn't. I'm going to have to play hostess soon and head back out there to hang out with her. Are you going to be okay?"
The blonde rested against the headboard and looked over her boyfriend. He really was too good for her. At least that is what she thought. He was smart, sophisticated, everything she wasn't. She wouldn't ever change what happened to her. Accidentally being turned after ingesting his blood.
"You're not going to be blind, you'll see eventually soon. Is the cloth helping?" She hoped it was, she hoped that come the next day everything was fine and Robin would be able to see again. She sighed softly and squeezed his hand to be reassuring. "I don't think Em thinks its her fault. I certainly hope she doesn't. I'm going to have to play hostess soon and head back out there to hang out with her. Are you going to be okay?"
The blonde rested against the headboard and looked over her boyfriend. He really was too good for her. At least that is what she thought. He was smart, sophisticated, everything she wasn't. She wouldn't ever change what happened to her. Accidentally being turned after ingesting his blood.
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Robin let go of Maddison's hand and reached up to press fingers to the cloth over his eyes. His lips, dry and cracked and previously parted now closed as he nodded. It was an unsure nod, as if it didn't quite know that it belonged. But it was there. The cloth, at least, was soothing the itch. Robin himself was not sure that Maddison was right. Given his track record he wouldn't be surprised if tonight was the night that his bad luck roped him some permanent damage. She did not believe that he was cursed; she said nothing on the subject. So he let it drop.
"Please tell her I'm sorry," he said. "I'll be fine. Not great company though. I'll talk to her uhm... tomorrow night, or something. If she's staying the day," he murmured. He tugged at the quilt and pulled it up under his chin, revelling in how safe and warm the bed felt. Nothing bad could happen here, could it? He was out of the way of harm, nothing around to threaten his wellbeing. So long as there were no storms, no lightning strikes to hit the house.
Were there any trees outside tall enough to tip and break the roof?
Did this part of Canada get tornadoes?
His bottom lip trembled before he tugged it between his teeth and cleared his throat. He'd survived this long. Nothing that bad was going to happen, surely. And if he was blinded, perhaps the powers that be had had enough fun with him for now. "Go and have a good night, Madds. I'll be okay."
"Please tell her I'm sorry," he said. "I'll be fine. Not great company though. I'll talk to her uhm... tomorrow night, or something. If she's staying the day," he murmured. He tugged at the quilt and pulled it up under his chin, revelling in how safe and warm the bed felt. Nothing bad could happen here, could it? He was out of the way of harm, nothing around to threaten his wellbeing. So long as there were no storms, no lightning strikes to hit the house.
Were there any trees outside tall enough to tip and break the roof?
Did this part of Canada get tornadoes?
His bottom lip trembled before he tugged it between his teeth and cleared his throat. He'd survived this long. Nothing that bad was going to happen, surely. And if he was blinded, perhaps the powers that be had had enough fun with him for now. "Go and have a good night, Madds. I'll be okay."