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san_fransokyo2015-09-29 11:40 pm
bigdamnhiro) wrote in san_fransokyo2015-09-29 11:40 pm
Hold on, dear love
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[He's pretty sure some of the EMTs know him on sight now. He's been in enough ambulances recently for it.
After administering oxygen for the smoke inhalation and treating and gauzing a few minor burns on his hands and face, the nurses shuffle him off to an empty room and stick him in a chair by the window to wait for his aunt. They won't tell him much about his brother, but he's not stupid; he can guess Tadashi's in the ER right now, in what condition he doesn't know, but after the explosion in the lab...it can't be good. Hiro can't help feeling at least a little responsible. He doesn't know what went wrong, but he was the one who set an untested process into motion. Maybe he didn't have a choice, maybe it was the only way to save his brother, but it still sets low-key anxiety clawing at the inside of his ribcage and makes him nauseous thinking about it.
Did he make the right choice?
He's not sure. He's not sure of a lot anymore.
He doesn't mean to fall asleep, doesn't think he could if he wanted right now, but he's hardly slept anyway, and the last hour has been a frenzy of disasters and fires to put out and 9-1-1 calls and paramedics and police and...he's just so tired. In spite of himself, he ends up passed out in his chair, curled in on himself in the corner, face tight with worry even in his sleep.
He should wait for Aunt Cass, or news about Tadashi, but exhaustion gets the better of him.]
[He's pretty sure some of the EMTs know him on sight now. He's been in enough ambulances recently for it.
After administering oxygen for the smoke inhalation and treating and gauzing a few minor burns on his hands and face, the nurses shuffle him off to an empty room and stick him in a chair by the window to wait for his aunt. They won't tell him much about his brother, but he's not stupid; he can guess Tadashi's in the ER right now, in what condition he doesn't know, but after the explosion in the lab...it can't be good. Hiro can't help feeling at least a little responsible. He doesn't know what went wrong, but he was the one who set an untested process into motion. Maybe he didn't have a choice, maybe it was the only way to save his brother, but it still sets low-key anxiety clawing at the inside of his ribcage and makes him nauseous thinking about it.
Did he make the right choice?
He's not sure. He's not sure of a lot anymore.
He doesn't mean to fall asleep, doesn't think he could if he wanted right now, but he's hardly slept anyway, and the last hour has been a frenzy of disasters and fires to put out and 9-1-1 calls and paramedics and police and...he's just so tired. In spite of himself, he ends up passed out in his chair, curled in on himself in the corner, face tight with worry even in his sleep.
He should wait for Aunt Cass, or news about Tadashi, but exhaustion gets the better of him.]