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Roof of Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC [Tuesday Afternoon Fandom-Time]

Once the evening's visiting hours had ended, Bobby'd found himself wandering up to the roof of the hospital. He needed some time to just think, clear his head, but he couldn't quite bring himself to actually leave the hospital, not just yet.

He needed to be here, in case- well. In case every second counted. Sleep definitely wasn't happening, and dawn was only a few hours away now anyway.

So he sat, legs dangling over the edge of the building, and just... waited.

[ooc: OMG SORRY FOR THE FLIST SPAM. for le girlfriend.]

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It had taken half a day of bitching people out at Portalocity before she was able to book something on short notice (and bye bye, a huge chunk of Eric's money, sigh), but Sookie couldn't just not move when she got a voicemail like that.

After wrangling her way through portals from Shreveport to Bobby's version of New York, a bag slung over her back filled with clothes and her textbooks, Sookie then took on the arduous task of figuring out which hospital had Bobby's dad. Looking through this many people for Bobby's brain signature at a distance gave her a near-instant headache, and after calling four different hospitals before finding the one that sounded promising, she finally turned up in the lobby of Mount Sinai.

Only to be told that visiting hours were over. Of course.

Now, though, she could feel through the bond that she was closer. She closed her eyes, pushing away the pulsing ache in her temples, and listened for Bobby.

And after about ten minutes of learning that elevators interfered with her telepathy and stairs were really tiring, Sookie crept out onto the roof of the hospital. And there he was.

She didn't know whether to yell or cry at him right now. Little bit of both. She was probably going to go with yelling.

"Robert Louis Drake, if you're actually dropping you out of school I'm going to turn into a human cattle prod to get you back to Fandom to finish senior year."

Yep. Yelling.

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Yelling when combined with lost-in-his-own-thoughts brooding equalled... startling Bobby so much that the motion as he jerked upright in surprise sent him teetering off he roof.

Thankfully, ice-powers came in handy at times like that. Which was why a few seconds after he'd disappeared off the edge of the roof, he reappeared, rising up on a column of ice.

"...Nice to see you too?" he tried.

During those few, terrifying seconds, Sookie had run over to the edge of the building in horror, and then sighing in relief when he came back up.

"You're gonna give me a heart attack at eighteen," she said, glaring as she crossed a hand over her chest. "Or at least turn my hair gray. What are you doing?"

All things considered, what this situation probably didn't need right now was a smartass answer.

"Trying not to plummet to my untimely death."

...Which, naturally, meant that's what Bobby gave.

"I did not travel through six portals, four subways, one really bad-smelling taxi, and two cramped elevators to get a smartass answer, Bobby," Sookie said sharply. "What are you doing, droppin' out of school? Are you stupid? Are you just going to throw away everything like an idiot?"

"Of course not!" Bobby protested, stepping back on to the ledge and icing down. "I'm here because everything's already gone to hell and this- this might be my last chance to salvage something out of it."

"Your dad is sick, and you're gonna stay here for that," Sookie agreed, because she...didn't really get the rest of it. "But you can't just throw away your entire education. You can't ruin your future 'cause tragedy smacked you in the middle of senior year."

"He's not sick, Sookie," Bobby corrected softly. "He was beaten nearly to death. Because of me. Of what I am."

And now she wasn't yelling -- she was just staring.

"...what happened? Warren just said -- I thought he'd gotten sick."

"You know that undercover gig I've been on?" At Sookie's nod, he continued. "A while ago, Creed did this TV interview, and he started really going on about how mutants were a threat, and my dad- he was in the audience," Bobby shook his head, still in disbelief over how or why his dad had even been there. "And he just stood up and gave him hell, right there on national television. It was the weirdest thing. Not what I would've expected of him at all."

"He's your father," Sookie breathed, actually smiling a little sadly. "Even if you've clashed, he loves you, and...maybe he finally got a wakeup call."

"Hell of a wakeup call," Bobby said bitterly. "While I was off having fun in Tony's world, and then running around being a kid, they must've tracked him down. Tried to beat him in to giving up something, anything on me. But he didn't say anything. Not a word. When- when I found him, it was all he could do to tell me that I was safe. That I was safe. Can you believe that?" he asked her incredulously.

"That your father protected you? Yeah, I can," Sookie said quietly, because -- well, Gran had done similar for her. "How's he doing?"

"Let's just say- if he makes it through the night, there might be hope."

"I'm staying," she said immediately. "Do you want me to call anyone?"

"You don't have to-" Bobby started to say, and then stopped himself. Because if their positions had been reversed, he would've insisted on staying with her. Instead, he just latched on and wrapped Sookie in a hug, resting his head on her shoulder. "War said he'd call people," he informed her. "So don't worry about any of that."

"How's your mom doing?" she asked, rubbing his back and tilting her head to press a kiss to his temple. "Anything I can do on that end? 'Cause I got time off from work indefinitely."

"She's kind of a wreck," Bobby admitted. "In shock, I think. I finally convinced her to go home for a bit, there wasn't anything more she could do here." Unlike him, apparently. Then the rest of her statement sunk in. "You- but what about your school?"

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"I brought my books," she replied, gesturing to her backpack. "And I can email my professors. I'm sure they'll understand. This is more important."

Bobby swallowed any protests he might've had because, well. He might not always be the most perceptive guy around, but he knew it was sort of futile to argue given that he'd decided not to finish out his own school semester. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said fondly.

"I try," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "They gonna let you sit with your daddy? Want me to make 'em let you?"

"That... sounds like a really good idea," Bobby said, curling his fingers with hers. "Morning visiting hours are supposed to start in a couple hours, but- I don't really wanna wait."

"When was the last time you slept, baby?" she asked, reaching out to smooth his hair. "Because don't forget to do that."

"Uh," it probably said something that he couldn't actually remember the answer to that question. "I will," he promised. "After-" I make sure he's still alive, "I see how he's doing."

"I'll keep watch with you, okay?" she said quietly. "And I'll stay up and keep watch, 'kay?"

Telepath, after all.

"Sounds like a plan," Bobby said, heading for the door back into the hospital.

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