You and Robin were in your room, and you could tell that something was up with Robin. She usually was always talking, always eager excited, but right now.. She was sitting across from you on the bed staying quiet, just zoning out.

Usually she would atleast be laying in your lap, or messing with your hair, but Robin seemed genuinely upset right now. And seeing her sad made you sad.

"Robin what's wrong...?", You asked softly. You saw her head perk up the slightest bit at your voice, but she didn't look up at you, she continued to look at the bed sheets. "I-I'm fine." She mutters.

You shake your head, before starting again. "Robin come on. Seriously, what's wrong?", You say in a stern, but reassuring voice. "I-I just feel like I'm going through things other kids aren't.", She says without looking at you. She starts talking again., "It's like something in me is... Rotten. And I don't know how to fix it.", She says, finally looking at you with tears in her eyes.