For You (Michael Robinavitch X M!Reader) Part One
Warnings: Mentions of scars, injuries, kidnapping, angst
Nobody knows about Robby’s childhood friend- you.
The boy he grew up beside until you both were fifteen years old. Who went missing one cold winter, never to be seen again.
His childhood friend, and first ever crush. The boy that made Robby feels things that he’s never felt for anyone else, even now. The boy Robby wanted to eventually confess to, and maybe even marry one day if you agreed.
All dreams that he held onto even after you went missing. Even after you were presumed dead after a few years. Because to Robby, you’re not dead until he sees the body.
It’s that time of year where he starts thinking about you nonstop. Usually, he can push the thoughts away, focus on work. Focus on the people that are actually here with him. But when it gets to the time of year that he should be celebrating your birthday with you… he gets distracted.
He still has the gift he bought you thirty years ago. It usually sits deep in his closet, buried beneath other boxes storing items. Hidden from view but still there for the few days a year he decides to torture himself by holding it. Debating whether or not this will be the year he finally throws it away.
He never does.
Probably never will.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because in just a few hours he’ll be heading off for his sabbatical, where he may or may not have certain plans. Plans that involved him taking the gift from his closet and tucking it into the bag on his bike because he refused to leave that one last piece of you that he has behind.
He just has to get through this shift and then he’ll be ready to go.
Except he can already tell the shifts going to be long and rough the second he walks through the door.
Nurses rush about, going in and out of one particular room- a room with cops positioned outside. The cops are quietly talking, their brows furrowed and stances stiff showing that whoever is in that room really did something to affect their moods.
Robby barely makes it to central before Jack is approaching him, his own brows furrowed, eyes showing the clear stress he’s been feeling for who knows how long.
“What happened?” Robby questions, glancing back towards the busy room.
Jack lets out a long sigh as he rubs a hand tiredly over his face before straightening up. “A civilian called in about a man unconscious in an alleyway. Upon examination, we found some concerning injuries along with scars that didn’t heal properly- including some kind of brand. Called the police and it turns out that the patient is a part of some kind of illegal underground fighting ring they’ve been struggling to locate. They’re waiting for him to wake up to question him.”
“How long has he been out?”
“Not sure. There’s no way to tell how long he’d been unconscious before being found, but it’s been about two hours since he arrived. His visible injuries have been treated, but we’re still waiting for scans and tests to come back. The nurses have been taking care of him quite well, trying to keep him comfortable so hopefully when he wakes up he doesn’t become hostile.”
“His blood results are back, Dr Abbott.” Somebody rushes by, handing Jack a tablet before disappearing to help with another patient.
Jack studies that tablet, looking through the different test results. His brows shoot up a bit in surprise as he continues reading. “High amounts of Diazepam. And Scopolamine, which means he hasn’t been unconscious for very long. Usually stops being detected after five to six hours, meaning he’s probably only been unconscious for four hours at most.”
“Doesn’t sound like he was at that place willingly.” Robby sighs, shaking his head.
“Well, there’s no DNA match in the system, so if that’s true he’s been there a long time.”
Robby doesn’t get the chance to reply when a nurse comes out of the room of the mystery patient, yelling out that they’re awake. Robby and Jack both instantly move, heading into the before anyone else. As Jack moves to reassure and assess the patient, Robby freezes just a few steps into the room.
Because sitting in that bed is you.
Scarred, older, and definitely not the same… but it’s you, nonetheless.
He’d recognize you anywhere, no matter how much time has passed.
Because there hasn’t been a single day he hasn’t dreamt about seeing you again.
