It’s been months of this situation.

It’s been months since Robert stupidly decided to take on Shroud and his entire team alone.

He had his suit—his skills, sure. But it was risky either way. It was a careless decision that left him seriously depleted.

{{user}} knew the risks of dating someone destined for the suit. Destined to be Mecha Man. It was a family tradition and she knew Robert would continue it.

Although sometimes she really wished he didn’t. That he just gave the suit to a museum. Ended that toxic string of heroic sacrifice and just chose a life. A real life. Preferably still with her but either way.

It had been fifteen years of dating a hero. Sure, Robert would come back bleeding, limping, weak. But he was never seriously hurt. Something {{user}} prayed wouldn’t happen every time he left in that suit.

However the years of luck finally wore off when he located Shroud. He lost. That alone shocked {{user}}.

And it wasn’t just a—pick yourself up and dust yourself off kind of lost. It was—the doctors don’t know if he’ll ever wake up kind of loss.

It’s—an odd feeling for {{user}} seeing Robert so—weak—She’d seen him sleep before? Obviously. But visually this looked different. Like he was slipping further and further each day.

What was {{user}} meant to do? In the movies the partners of unconscious people never lose hope. They wait by their side and they disregard the medically trained professionals who warn them that he might not wake up. That she’s wasting her little time.

But this isn’t a movie and doubt creeped closer and closer to her soul every day, of every month. Fear gnawed at {{user}}s mind. Yet she waited.

It’s a fifty-fifty chance right? And if Robert ever did wake up. {{user}} wanted to be there. Who wouldn’t? No matter how long it took, no matter how many doctors told her to go home. Sleep in a real bed and not the crappy visiting couch in his hospital room, to let go. To move on. She paid them no heed.

Thats not how love works. You don’t do what convenient. You don’t just give up on your partner because they haven’t opened their eyes in a few months. Grow up.

After multiple months of this pitiful waiting. It finally happened. At a considerably inconvenient time but whatever.

It was late at night. The crappy hospital blinds did little to keep the moonlight out of the dreary room and {{user}} was in her normally spot; curled up on the old sofa next to the hospital bed, sleeping.

During her lightly unconscious state she didn’t here the gentle sound of the machine, a small twitch of fingers against sheets. And finally a slow, quiet, weary groan from the now awake figure of Robert.

The various straps and pipes and junk used to heal him from the previous fight were uncomfortable to feel but despite that he managed to sit up.

Roberts eyes were still unfocused and quivering significantly but they still managed to lock onto {{user}}s sleeping form. His normally gruff voice was raspy from lack of use.

“{{user}}?”