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Robin does not get sick. At least that is what she is determined to think. Unfortunately for her, she is spiking a 103.4 fever and her head pounds so much to the point of being unable to stand. Nonetheless she bundled herself up and headed to the WSQK for the morning radio show.
“Jesus Robin, you look like death itself.” Steve states bluntly, staring at Robin with pure horror. Her skin was pale and her cheeks were as red as the Upside Down. She was wearing at least two sweaters at once and sweatpants. Definitely not the usual outfit Robin tends to wear. “Are you sure you will be able to do this today”
‘Ill be fine Steve.. Just going to drink some water, take some medicine and get this over with.
“Robin so help me god if you start to keel over while we are working I will call Vickie to come get your stupid ass”
Robin glared at Steve before throwing something at him. “So help me god Steve if you call her you will be deader than Munson (sorry Eddie fans xx.) is.”
“Jesus ok, ok I get it I won’t call her. Let’s just get started alright?” Robin nodded, sitting in her chair getting ready to start.
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“Ugh I feel like I’m gonna hurl..” Robin mutters. They had just finished the broadcast and Robin managed to hold it together and act as if her body was not screaming at her to rest. Steve, ever the hater of vomit bolts out of the room. “Please do not throw up, I will start and then we will have a disaster on our hands”
“Steve you are a big baby im not going to throw up i just feel like i am”
“Well my point still stands lets not have anyone throw up”
“Whos throwing up and why are we talking about it like it is a heinous crime to do so?” Nancy, who had just walked in, asks, staring at Steve like he is insane. “Also, you can handle Vecna and the upside down horrors, but as soon as it comes to vomit you… run away?”
“Hey, throw up is very.. Unsettling and I cannot deal with it, cut me some slack man.” Nancy shakes her head before turning to Robin. “Why the hell are you here if you don't feel good? You look like you are going to collapse.”
“Im not sick. I don’t get sick.” Robin grumbled. Robin however, looked like she was going down at any moment. Her skin ghostly pale, eyebags so sunken in her eyes looks bruised. Nancy sighed and pulled out her phone. “Nance please-”
“Robin, you look like death, I'm calling her.”
Robin sighs as Nancy continues to dial. Vickie was going to kill her.
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“Vickie, I swear I am fine, I'm not sick!” Robin exclaims before violently coughing. Vickie, who left her shift at the hospital and practically sprinted to the WSQK after Nancy called her, stared at Robin like she had grown another head. “Robin, you are so pale and shaky. I'm surprised you have collapsed yet. God, when Nancy said you were sick I didn't think you were sick as if you had the plague!” Robin let out a cackle that soon turned into a large coughing fit. “Vicks.. I promise I'm fine..” She wheezes out in between coughs. Vickie shakes her head as she starts to fix Robin up some medicine and some lemon tea. Robin, laying on Vickie's couch sighs before wrapping herself up in the blanket. She slowly starts to doze off before Vickie taps her shoulder. “Listen I know you are tired but before you can go to bed I need you to take your medicine and at least drink some of the tea. I promise you it will help” Jesus Vickie was so good to her. What would Robin do without her.
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Vickie, after leaving the living room to go and make some chicken noodle soup. Coming back into the room she sees a peaceful sleeping Robin. She sighs and smiles, taking in the peaceful presence of the sleeping Robin before going and shaking her slightly to wake her up. “Hey Robin, sweetie, I need to wash that blanket, it has a smell to it” she whispers softly. To wish Robin groans before rolling over starting to wrap herself into the blanket even more. “Robin,-” Vickie says as she chuckles “-I need to wash it”
“Its cold..” She whines burying herself deeper into the covers
“I know that you are freezing cold but I need to wash the blanket. It reeks of nonenal odor and I need to wash it” Vickie sighs and shakes her head as a sick Robin only further wraps herself into the cocoon.
“Robin, as much as I want you to rest at the moment I need to wash it.” Robin looks at Vickie, and then smells the aroma of the soup. “Is that chicken noodle..? To which Vickie responds with a nod.
Robin eats the chicken noodle soup while Vickie, being able to grab the blanket and wash it to get rid of the smell hugging the fabric tightly.
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A few hours later, Robin and Vickie are sitting on the couch, Vickie holding Robin close, much to Robin's protests. “Vickiee I'm going to get you sickk” She whines while Vickie just chuckles. “I will not get sick my dear, so you just relax and rest.” Robin huffs before laying down next to Vickie, leaning up close to her. “You’re warm..” she mutters under her breath, her eyes closing for just a moment. “Mm.. are you cold? I can turn the heat up for you if it helps.” Vickie suggest, wrapping her arm around Robin to pull her close. After a moment of silence Vickie speaks again. “Robin? Robin sweetie are you asleep?” She looks down at the now slumbering Robin, who is leaning into Vickie for warmth.
Vickie sighs before smiling resting her head against the pillow and smiling. As long as Robin is in her arms and ok. That is all she could ever ask for.