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Ever since he got out of that basement, the Grabber dead by his hands, Finney's been coughing up petals again.
Blue ones that he never bothered to look up because all he needed to know was that they're Robin's favorites.
He fell for his best friend.
His best friend who has been in a coma since they found him barely alive from the Grabber's other house, where the bodies were buried.
Finney hasn't been able to bring himself to go visit, but he gets a call everyday from Ernesto, Robin's younger brother.
"Your knuckles are busted again," sighs Gwen as they reach the house after another boring day at school where all Finney did was hide his petals and fight.
"Matty decided to try me today, so I made sure he wouldn't do it again," replies Finney with a shrug as he heads inside.
Their dad is gone, for work, so he doesn't bother being quiet as he groans and stretches his arms high before letting his bag drop right next to the door, just slightly in the way.
"You should really—"
The phone rings.
Ernesto usually calls at dinner time.
That phone is quiet outside of that specific time of 6:45 p.m.
Finney hurries over and lifts it to put it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Finney, you need to come to the hospital, right now," Ernesto sounds like he's crying, and Finney can feel his heart stop. "Robin wants to speak with you."
"He's awake," breathes Finney unable to compose himself as his eyes go wide, hand dropping the phone.
Finney doesn't think before he takes off out of the house, running in the direction of the only hospital in their shitty town. He doesn't stop until he's there, staring up at the slightly intimidating building.
He slows as he approaches the doors, yanking them both open to see Ernesto sprint around the corner towards him before stopping. Tear-stained cheeks puff out as Ernesto smiles before spinning on his heel and racing off, and Finney grins as he follows.
The elevator ride is short, but has Finney's foot bouncing the whole way. They sprint to Robin's room.
Left turn.
Right turn.
Left turn.
Stop.
"Oi! Stop trying to put that shit in my system! I need to see Finn first, puta!"
Finney chokes on a breath that he's certain is more petal than air as he pushes his way into the room.
"Robin," Finney looks at Robin with wide eyes, and when those eyes lock on his, arms swinging wide, he rushes over and falls into them. "You're awake."
Sobs curl from his lips, bringing petals as he starts to cough, and for once, Finney can't rush to a bathroom because Robin won't let go of him.
"Oh, mi vida, I love you too," breathes Robin against his ear, lips gently brushing his temple.
Finn feels one last, morning glory, petal shrivel up as he coughs it up and knows, everything's going to be okay now.