It's About Balance - OTA

[prince_of_nymphs]

His new show had finally been announced, and he'd done a small round of press this morning. Radio, mostly. Just little interviews, mostly about his return to telly and the fact that he was starring in the reboot of a classic and beloved show. Nothing taxing, nothing thrilling. Just boring media- The side of the job Fin sort of wished he could skip. He managed to be his charming self though, deflecting when the questions got too personal, all while flirting shamelessly with a few of the interviewers. The public loved that, he'd found, and he wasn't shy about playing it up. 

Mid-day found him wandering Covent Garden, two small shopping bags in one hand, Starbucks in the other. He was clean shaven, and his hair was getting a bit ridiculous again, just touching his shoulders as he walked, and occasionally getting in his face when he stopped to peek in shop windows. All and all, a dreadfully normal day. ...At least, it had been.

He'd been having little pains lately, ever since New Years. Nothing dreadful, but... Discomfort that was a bit too familiar. If felt like... It felt like his heart. Though it couldn't be, could it? Not now. not with his enchanted heart and fae blood. It had to be something mundane. Heartburn, perhaps. Something innocent.

That's what he kept telling himself- Even now when the pain returned. It was sudden and sharp, enough that he dropped his shopping and doubled over slightly, holding his chest and panicking a bit. He couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk them checking his blood... He had to do something though, and he pulled out his phone. Hand shaking, he wasn't sure which number he'd called. Wasn't even sure he'd managed to make a call.

(OTA- If you're friends with Fin, feel free to assume he called you! He's not well and could have easily called anyone in his contacts. ;) If you don't know Fin or your pup wouldn't be reachable for whatever reason, feel free to simply be in the right place at the right time. LT/ST very welcome. <3)

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[goodfellow]

Robin looked at the number on the phone when he picked it up, and then after only the briefest hesitation, answered. "Yes Fin?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin wasn't sure who he'd meant to call, but he didn't think it had been Robin- Though he was unbelievably glad to have gotten an answer.

"Something's wrong with me," he said quietly, sounding pained and breathless. "I don't know what to do."

His breath caught again, weak and tight sounding down the phone.

"...I think it's my heart."

[goodfellow]

Robin's first reaction was, why are you calling me?! But he tempered it a bit and said, "Fin, you need a doctor. Do you need me to find one for you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I can't go to the hospital," Fin insisted, breath catching again. He closed his eyes, trying to push through the lingering pain, then spoke again.

"I know I got drunk on New Years, and I made a mistake- A big mistake- And I'm sorry, I am. Truly. ...But I need you. Please, Robin. Please, come get me."

The pain had faded slightly, and he managed to gather his bags, but he was exhausted, and only made it as far as a nearby bench.

[goodfellow]

"Fin, it's not about - " But then Robin cut himself off. Clearly Fin wasn't thinking straight. "Where are you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Covent Garden," Fin said quietly. "I'm right... I'm near, um... I'm across from Saint Paul's. I think- I can make it to the street, I think. I just feel a bit dizzy."

[goodfellow]

"Sit," said Robin. "I'll be there in ten minutes." And he hung up, and went to get his car.

He was there in eight, parked illegally, and found Fin. Good, he wasn't passed out or anything.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Looking up at Rob, Fin seemed unsteady as he stood. His coffee was discarded, and he held his small bit of shopping as if he thought he might drop it.

"Thank you," he said softly- His gaze deeply cloudy for the first time in a bit. He could see, but only just barely.

[goodfellow]

Robin took Fin's arm, holding him up.

"I know doctors," he said, "who know about us. I can take you to one."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you," Fin said quietly, letting Robin guide him. "I'm sorry to burden you, I am."

[goodfellow]

"You can make it up to me," Robin said distractedly, because he was trying to think of where he should take him. He knew someone who was most likely to accept them showing up on her doorstep, but she wasn't going to let Robin pay her; she'd insist on a favor in return, instead. He didn't like owing favors. But she was the obvious choice.

He poured Fin into the passenger seat of his car. "Hang in there," he said as he got in, and drove off towards the outskirts of the city.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin settled in, his vision going dark as he focused on trying to heal himself.

"It's an enchanted heart. It shouldn't be able to fail," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

Robin glanced at Fin as he drove. "I know a lot of things," he said. "I've learned to do a lot of things. But I know shit all about fae physiology. I'm taking you to someone who does. She also kind of hates fae, just as a warning. But she'll also help you, for a price."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What kind of price?" Fin asked, voice going softer as he seemed to become slightly detached from the world around him. His magic humming softly as it tried to repair him. ...It seemed to be working.

"Wait. ...Wait, just- Take me to yours," he requested softly. "I think I can fix it."

[goodfellow]

Robin ignored his first question, and seemed wary at the request, looking over at him again. "Are you sure?" he asked, figuring that, worst case, he could call Ludwig and ask for a house call. Which of course would cost him even more.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I just need to focus all my magic on healing," he insisted. Which meant he was blind and weak for the moment, and would be until he healed and rested.

"I just need you to keep an eye on me. I'll repay you," he promised.

[goodfellow]

Robin rolled his eyes in response to that last bit. "I'm not mad at you, Fin," he said, and pulled a u-turn, heading back into London and towards his home.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Maybe you should be," Fin countered quietly.

[goodfellow]

Robin glanced at him again, cocking an eyebrow, then looking back out at the road.

"Maybe," he conceded. "And no, I'm not happy. But I'm certainly not pissed off enough to leave you to have a heart attack on the street."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Maybe you should. Maybe that's what's supposed to happen. ...I've been fighting death so long," Fin said softly. "Maybe there are some things you can't fight- Even as a fae."

[goodfellow]

Robin snorted. "Oh, please. You sound like those religious fanatics who refuse modern medicine because God will heal them. As if God doesn't want us to have antibiotics and appendectomies. Maybe it is your time to die, but I expect you to fight tooth and nail against it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I've been fighting a long time now, Robin," Fin pointed out quietly, turning his head towards the puck, even though he couldn't see him.

[goodfellow]

Robin continued looking out at the road, as he turned the car onto his street. "Now you're starting to piss me off," he said. "Quiet. Concentrate on what you're doing."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin fell silent, but that feeling of surrender lingered in the air a little, even as he focused on healing.

[goodfellow]

Robin pulled into the garage and into his parking space. "Do you need help?" he asked, his voice a touch gentler as he unfastened his seatbelt and opened his door.