Goldilocks and the Bear | Robin + Toadie
Everything passed by in a blur as Robin made her way from the medical bay to the dormitory, walking at a steady pace with the assistance of a single crutch. Considerable progress had been made in the week following the end of her medically induced coma, and after a battery of tests, she was finally released on the condition that she would attend regular check-ups and continue with rehabilitation exercises to regain full use of her leg. In all likelihood, she would have agreed to care for Frost's pesky feline if it would have guaranteed her clearance to leave the infirmary.
The days had been long and dull, with the occasional break in monotony whenever someone came along to check her vitals or she was able to sneak out of her room. And Fish had not exaggerated when he'd lamented about the quality of food brought to them. Robin had considered a hunger strike on the second day to protest the slop being passed off as meals, but with the idea to passively revolt had come the realization that the only way the stubborn act would be effective is if someone was capable of making any changes for the better, and no one in medical seemed to be. So she'd abandoned the plot altogether and picked at the thrice-daily offerings, eating what she could stomach and pushing aside whatever was left.
A stop at the cafeteria had crossed her mind the morning of her release, but the last round of tests she'd been subjected to had left her drained and grumpy, and she had her mind set on curling up in her bunk for a nap while the dorm was empty and everyone else was off performing their respective duties. Her sleeping patterns had been irregular from the start, and in no way improved by her stay in the med bay, and so she would indulge in her exhaustion now, while she had the opportunity to sleep without disruption. Food could wait.
Stepping into the dormitory, Robin was satisfied to see it empty ― until her gaze settled on the perplexing scene before her.
"What the fuck," she breathed. Someone had stripped the blankets and pillows from several bunks ― seemingly at random, as there was no discernible pattern to the ones that had been targeted ― and left their spoils all in one spot: on her bed. There were a few oddballs aboard the ship, no doubt about it, and whichever one of them was responsible for this scene would hear about it. She was in no mood to be cleaning up after someone else.
"I'm out for two fucking weeks and come back to this."
Scanning the room for any signs of the perpetrator, she continued to grumble under her breath even as she came to a stop at the foot of the bed and began to disassemble the mountainous mass of fabric, grabbing at the first layer she could reach. She tossed it aside, onto the mattress next to her, and turned back to retrieve another, when suddenly the entire pile of blankets moved. Confused, Robin withdrew and stared down at it, wondering for a half-second if she had imagined the movement, if her own tiredness was beginning to have a hallucinatory effect on her, before the bunk shifted again and a boot emerged from under the covers.
Mens boot, standard issue, size eleven ― or was it a twelve? ― with the laces undone and tangled in an impossible knot.
"Rise and shine, Goldilocks," she announced loudly, smacking at his boot. "This bear wants her bed back."
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