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Robin comes in the door, eyes flashing frantically around, landing on Eddie as he comes down the hall. “Where is he?”
Eddie holds his hands up, trying to stop her as he tries to push past him. “ Slow down, Buck. He’s okay.”
Robin sucks in a deep breath, trying not to snap at Eddie. But honestly, she couldn’t care less what he has to say right now. As far as she’s concerned, this is his fault, but right now, she needs to get to Steve. “ Move.”
Eddie sighs, stepping out of the way. Robin rushes down the hall and turns into the little bedroom on the right. Steve is in bed, his leg propped up on a pillow, wrapped in a huge cast. He gives her a little smile and wave, but her eyes flick over the raw scuffs on his face and hands.
She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to push down the anger that’s quickly over taking her panic now that she can at least see that Steve is alive. “What were you thinking?”
Steve sighs. “Robs, I’m sor–”
“You could have died, Steve.”
Steve opens his arms, scooting over on the bed as best as he can with his cast.
Robin flings herself against his side, a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks. “No more motorcycles.”
Steve nods and presses his lips to the top of her head. “No more motorcycles. I promise.”