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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.]
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The last few months have worn him down, if the dark circles under his eyes are any indication, and now it's all come crashing down at once, and he feels brittle, like he's going to break into pieces any second, but he's not going to cry. He refuses. He won't, because she doesn't need to see him cry, because he has to keep it together and be strong for everyone—
He cries.
It's not loud or messy, not like when he was three and their parents never came home and she held him while he cried and yelled for mom and dad and didn't understand. It's quiet, restrained, little more than sudden tears and a few soft hiccups as he chokes back sobs. It doesn't help much—like draining water out of a sinking boat with teaspoons—but it's enough to let some of the pressure loose, so that maybe he can wait until later when he has time alone to really fall apart. He can't do that now, not in front of his aunt and the whole hospital staff.
He goes on like that for a few minutes, fingers threaded tightly in Aunt Cass' shirt, shedding tears into her shoulder, and then he sniffs and turns his head to the side and goes quiet for a moment.]
D-did they say anything about Tadashi when you came in?
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When they first lost Tadashi, she tried to cry where Hiro couldn't see her. When their parents were lost, she didn't cry in front of him. But Hiro is a little bit older now, and Tadashi isn't dead, but badly hurt, and so some tears fall. She'll cry properly later when she's alone, but Hiro has grown enough that she doesn't have to protect him from the fact that she isn't invincible anymore.
After all, Hiro's long learned that adults aren't invincible. Not anymore. Not since Tadashi. Or what Callaghan became.
She sniffs a bit herself, rubbing his back, and lets him hold on. He doesn't hide from physical contact like he used to, understanding that being a teenager didn't mean you needed to act like you were always strong and immovable when it came to emotions.
But it's still a bit of a relief when he finally calms down enough to talk again. She smooths his shirt one more time, then closes her eyes.]
... I don't know. [She opens her eyes, then slowly pulls away from Hiro, looking into his eyes with a sad smile if he'll met them.] But we can go together.
[Because Hiro deserves to hear it at the same time that she does. He's still young, yes, but not entirely a child anymore. What she used to translate for him before, when he was little--is something that she would only be repeating from the hospital staff.]