Robin was tired. His head ached. And to top it all off, he was studying for a test he wasn't entirely certain he should be studying for. Not that he didn't enjoy studying. Actually, it was one of his favorite things to do. Well, normally he enjoyed it. But not today. It was frustrating him, so he closed the book and looked up with an aggravated sigh. 

"Everything okay, Robin?" Lucina asked, looking up from the book she had been reading. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." Robin put a hand to his forehead and tried his hardest not to start scowling. Gods, his head ached. He cast a cautious glance over to his bag, since the whispering from the tome seemed to be exceptionally loud right now. As he'd learned from previous experience, nobody could hear it but him. 

But the whispers were really, really loud. Robin closed his eyes and tried to block them out, because he wasn't in the mood to deal with what the tome was trying to get him to do. 

"Are you sure? You seem kind of... off." 

"Yes. I'm fine. Trust me." Robin replied, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. 

Lucina was quiet for a moment. But, unfortunately, she kept pressing the issue. Rationally, he knew that she was just worried about him. Half of him was actually glad she cared about him enough to do this, because he was well aware of the way he'd manipulated her into being his girlfriend. While he may not have been entirely certain that it was him who had done the manipulating, the fact that he could slightly remember it spoke volumes about the matter. On the other hand, the rest of him was just annoyed with her. Why couldn't she just drop it? He'd given her an answer. Yes, that answer might have been a bit of a lie, but she needed to just believe him. This wasn't a big deal. 

"You've been more irritable than usual lately. And you forget stuff a lot. It's concerning, Robin."

"I said I'm fine, alright? Back off!" Robin snapped. 

"I'm worried about you. Seriously, you've been so dependent on that tome. I know it's not doing you any favors. Clearly something's wrong with it." Lucina said. She definitely looked and sounded worried, which only pissed Robin off more. 

"There's nothing wrong with it. And I'm not dependent on the damn thing. I almost wish I could throw it out the window and be done with it, but Chrom explicitly told me that I'd be thrown in jail if anything happened to it." Robin replied sharply. Still, despite himself, his eyes returned to his bag as he spoke. And the voices were still whispering to him. 

She's upsetting you, Robin. You should make sure she doesn't do that again. 

Hurt her. 

Make her suffer, it'll be funny.

"Stop." Robin mumbled, gripping his hair and and bracing his elbows on the table. The ache in his head turned from mild discomfort to splitting pain, and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain. 

"Robin? Is everything alright?" Lucina asked, standing up and moving over to crouch next to him. 

"Get away from me." An odd mix of fear, concern, and anger laced his voice and threatened to overwhelm him. He noticed that she was about to say something in response, so he stood up and walked a short distance away to clear his head and fight the voices that were growing in intensity alongside his anger. 

Lucina actually looked scared. The part of him that he had since identified as his real self was horrified by the sight, but the part that was controlled by the voices was pleased. 

"I fucking told you, I feel fine." 

"No. You're not." Lucina whispered. She walked forward and put her hands on Robin's shoulders. 

Angrily, Robin grabbed Lucina's forearms and removed her hands from his shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Nothing, Robin! You should be asking yourself that question, if I'm being honest." Lucina wasn't yelling at him, since she never yelled. However, her voice was raised quite noticeably, only fueling Robin's anger. She had started this fight, and now she had the audacity to basically yell at him? Absolutely fucking ridiculous. 

Instead of responding, Robin let the anger wash over him and control his actions. He barely felt himself move forward and shove Lucina hard enough to make her lose her balance, and he hardly heard her cry of pain as her head collided with the corner of the coffee table. Hell, he half expected her to get up and start shouting at him. 

When she didn't, his anger started to subside. It was replaced by an intensifying of his headache, which was powerful enough to nearly knock him out. He hissed in pain and brought a hand to his head, completely disregarding the fact that he'd just shoved Lucina and she might be in serious trouble right now. He could barely even think straight as it was. 

Slowly, the headache began to subside, much to his relief. As his head cleared, he was confronted with an odd gap in his memory. These odd gaps had become commonplace recently, but that didn't mean they weren't troubling. First of all, when had he stood up? The last thing he remembered before the gap was sitting at his desk, reading a textbook. 

The sight of Lucina on the floor, unconscious and- gods. That was blood on the floor. Panicked, Robin knelt down next to her and picked her up, being careful not to jostle her head around much. To his horror, he discovered that the blood had come from a cut on her scalp. The cut must have come from the coffee table, seeing as there was a bit of blood on the edge of it. 

Bits and pieces of what had happened during his memory black out began to come back, just like always. He remembered getting angry at Lucina, arguing a bit with her, and then-

He had shoved her. 

"Oh gods." Robin mumbled. 

If there was one plus side to this whole situation, it was that the tome had gone suspiciously quiet. It almost reminded him of the scolded dog he'd seen on the side of the street one day when he was out for a walk. He'd been minding his own business when he happened to spot a man disciplining his dog. The poor thing had looked so guilty. Now, the tome's silence was reminiscent of the way that dog had looked. Which was never a good sign. He'd learned that when the tome was quiet, he'd done something terrible.

Which, obviously, he had. 

The first thing that he had to do was stop the bleeding. Then he would be able to move her while he tracked down a taxi, because this wasn't something that he could fix right here in his apartment. She would definitely need medical attention, and Robin was about the farthest thing from a doctor that he could imagine. He was fairly certain that doctors needed to remain calm in any situation, and he was kind of freaking out right now. So that kind of disqualified him from being a doctor, regardless of the years of study that it usually took to get one certified as a medical professional. 

Robin stood up and hurried to the bathroom, where he kept some basic medical supplies just in case. He grabbed a roll of bandages and returned to Lucina's side, where he began wrapping her head injury in preparation to apply pressure to it. Thanks to the basic first aid training that he'd received at Shulk's insistence, Robin knew that pressure and elevation would be key in stopping the bleeding before anything terrible could happen. 

Once he'd finished wrapping the injury, he grabbed a pillow off of the couch and put it under her head. Gently, he began applying pressure, being careful not to press too hard for fear of hurting her worse. Blood began to seep through the bandage, which was alarming. He didn't remove his hand, and soon enough the blood stopped altogether. 

"Okay Robin, you can do this. No big deal. Just gotta find a taxi now." Robin mumbled as he stood up. "Can't carry her across the city, that'd be freakin' weird. This might be a bit weird by itself, I have to carry her down to the street and then find a taxi... man, this gets more complicated by the second." He bent down and picked her up, grateful that she was so light. Otherwise he might not have been able to accomplish this, because his muscles were basically nonexistent. On the other hand, her weight was a bit concerning- surely she should be a little bit heavier? 

Whatever the case was, he was getting distracted. He needed to focus. If he couldn't focus, he very well might make a mistake that would lead to Lucina getting hurt worse, or... dying. 

The very thought of being the cause of her death made him feel sick. Hell, he felt sick enough from the knowledge that he'd hurt her, despite knowing that he would never do such a thing. 

What if he did more things that were out of character like this? What if he hurt the rest of his friends because the voices in his head got too overwhelming? 

Robin shuddered and awkwardly opened the door of his apartment. It took some maneuvering, but he managed to exit with Lucina in his arms and close the door behind him. 

Now came the extremely awkward part: he would have to walk down two flights of stairs while carrying Lucina and hope he didn't get any weird glances. After that, he would stand outside and try to flag a taxi down fairly quickly to minimize the looks he was going to get from people. 

No big deal, right?

Right. 

Despite his initial misgivings, it turned out that he hadn't really had anything to worry about. At least in getting down to the street. He got more than a few odd looks as he stood on the street and tried to flag a taxi down. It ended up taking around seven minutes to actually find one, and the whole time he felt horribly out of place.

"So, I'm assuming you need a ride to the hospital." the driver said as Robin placed Lucina down and then sat next to her. 

"Yeah." Robin replied. 

"Rough night or something?" 

"You could say that." 

The rest of the drive was fairly silent, because Robin was busy worrying about the repercussions that this would have. His friends would totally find out about this, and then Marth would get involved, and... that would not be pleasant. 

Oh gods. Marth. He was going to be pissed. Robin would probably be lucky to get away with his life at this point. 

When the taxi driver pulled up at the hospital, he was struck by a sudden doubt. How was he going to do this? Why hadn't he thought this far ahead? He was supposed to be smarter than this, damn it. 

"Do you mind waiting here for a moment while I go check things out?" Robin asked. 

"Yeah, no problem." the driver responded, though they kind of ruined the moment by adding "Though it really isn't a big deal, nothing is going to just jump out at you or anything."

Whatever. Robin dismissed their comment and headed inside, already feeling uncomfortable with the whole hospital atmosphere. It felt too sterile, much like the entirety of the Compound had been. To hide the way his hands were shaking, Robin stuffed them in his pockets as he walked up to the front desk. 

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked. She had blue hair and brown eyes, and she didn't seem all that social. Kind of odd, considering she's a receptionist at a hospital. 

"Uh, yeah. I'd like to check someone in to be seen by a doctor." Robin responded. 

"Are you checking yourself in? I don't see anybody else with you." the receptionist looked around briefly, then returned her attention to him. 

"It's not myself I'm checking in. My... uh, my friend hit her head and has been unconscious for a little while. I'll go get her." 

"That would be helpful, yes." 

So Robin walked as fast as he dared out of the hospital and over to where the taxi was waiting. He picked Lucina up again and retraced his steps back to the reception desk, where the blue haired receptionist seemed to be rather surprised by the fact that he'd carried her all the way back. She began typing at her computer, then directed him to the emergency wing. A nurse who happened to be walking by spotted him and offered to help him out, which Robin greatly appreciated. 

Along the way to the emergency wing, the nurse asked him several questions that he only half answered. Partly because he couldn't remember exactly what had happened, and partly because he wanted to keep the amount of people who knew exactly what had happened to a minimum. 

"Alright, here we are. Does she have any family who need to be notified?" the nurse asked, opening a door marked with the number 21-E. 

"Yes. Her parents and twin brother should both be notified as soon as possible. I can give contact information for her brother, but not her parents. Also, if possible, I'd like her best friend to be notified. I can give contact information for her as well." Robin replied, anxiously running a hand through his hair. 

"Perfect. Just give me the information for who you'd like to be contacted and you'll be good to go. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go notify a doctor. There's a pad of paper right there that you can use to write down contact information and such." With that, the nurse left the room. 

The first thing he noticed about the plastic chair as he sat down was how uncomfortable it was. Almost immediately, he stood up again, deciding it would be better to stand than to sit in that stupidly uncomfortable chair. He wrote down Marth and Zelda's names, followed by their individual contact information. Since he didn't know how to contact Chrom directly, he couldn't write anything down. Likewise, he'd never actually met Lucina's mother, so he added a note to Marth's information requesting that he be told to inform his parents of what had happened. 

Now all Robin could do was sit back and wait for everything to go to hell, really.