Kiddie AU - Eyes and scars

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Aya was the emergency contact on both men's files, which is why she was the one called after they were brought in. Nobody had sorted out what, exactly, had happened although the word riot was used more than once.

The hospital staff didn't really care, they had fifteen people in need of being patched up, and four in need of surgery. By the time Aya got there, her boys had been in the surgery rooms for over an hour, and they weren't sure how much longer it would take.

Elcy was in the waiting room, white as a sheet and gripping her husband's hand as though letting go would mean letting her children go.

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It was another half hour before someone came in with a needle for Dilan's IV, and a couple of bags of blood to hook up to him. The medication in the needle was run by Elcy for a second opinion before they actually gave him the pain medication.

There wasn't anything that Braig's parents could do for them, for any of them. Eventually Yinsi said; "I'm going to get coffee. Aya, love, what do you want?"

"Coffee, black, three sugars." said the woman holding her son's pale hand.

[mitochondriaaya]

Dilemma. Caffeine may just help shake her apart right now...but that also meant she'd be awake to keep her promise of watching over the boys...and...

...maybe something to cushion the coffee?

"Sandwich with protein and black?"

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"Will do." Yinsi said, making a mental note to get food for himself and Elcy while he was out.

Elcy wasn't a religious woman, never had been and this didn't change her mind. So where other women might pray, she simply sat and told Aya stories about the boys before she'd met them; how Braig was like when he was learning to speak ("His first word was `Mine`"), Dilan's first baby-steps, the expression on Braig's face the first time the little violet-eyed baby smiled up at him. After fifteen minutes or so she moved to Dilan's side instead and held his hand.

Yinsi was back soon after that, three sandwiches in a bag, and three cups of coffee in a little tray.

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Aya, in turn, shared her favorite stories, giving them like an offering against danger. Against the night. And yes, the hamster made an appearance as a matter of course.

It was evidence of her much touch comfort was ingrained in her that when Yinsi returned she ate and rank one handed, keeping the boys connected. Hours later she sighed and eyed her foot on Braig's wrist. "We'll need to push the beds together soon." eventually anyway.

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"Oh." Elcy said, "Of course, you're staying here." Because...giving it a second's worth of thought, of course Aya was going to stay with the boys. Yinsi helped Aya move the beds together, then sighed quietly.

"I wish we could stay as well, but unfortunately neither of us can take tomorrow off." Which. Was driving them insane. "It may take us a few days to be able to come and spell you, Aya."

"Take care of our sons." Elcy finished.

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She blinked at them, more like she couldn't actually recall what they meant by 'spell' than by any other reason, then nodded. "Keep the world moving, we love you, we trust you to take care of things while we're here." Because of course she wouldn't be moving.

Except when the nurses insisted, so they could change sheets, change pans, and the like.

"I can drop things. It's fine. Pierce will bring me the necessary stuff for classes." When she asked anyway.

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"Good." Elcy dropped a kiss on each boy's forehead and then, reluctantly, headed out. Yinsi gave Aya a kiss as well before following his wife.

The boys...slept. Braig woke up the next morning, with a noise of bewilderment almost as much as pain.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Shhhh, lemur. You got hurt. We're here." Best to get the basics through the drug haze before she tried for anything more complex? Granted, she'd been dozing, leaning on the beds and stretching her arms across them, but that didn't mean she couldn't say simple things!

"You aren't suppose to try to tackle riots, it makes me worry."

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"Wha' happened?" he slurred a little bit, turning to look at Dilan. Yeah, his face really fucking hurt, and everything looked flat, but it was more important to him right then to find out what happened to Dilan.

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"From what I can piece together you got caught in a riot. You didn't die." And thank elements for that. Just...thank them. A lot. "You both got hurt bad. Dilan is still sleeping, you should be sleeping still too." She reached her bandaged arm up toward his fingers, setting her hand in his.

"Why are you awake?"

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"Hurts." he explained, gripping her hand, "How's kitten? Saw him get cut..." cut open, and he pales a little more just thinking about it, "Gonna be okay?"

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"He did get cut, bad, but they got him stitched up and you know he's stubborn. He's only hooked to a heart monitor, and that by his finger." She squeezed his hand in kind. "You got hit worse. We're all worried about you. And I think you have a pain killer button here some where."

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"Got painkillers for him? Katzu ones?" He was determined to be certain Dilan was all right. Or would be. Whatever, "How bad's he?"

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"Yes, they were brought over from Memorial Hospital." As quickly as they could in fact. "He's okay. For given definitions of okay. Broken up about your eye, thinks it's his fault."

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"My eye?" he reached up to touch the bandages, "What happened? I don't remember."

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Best I can piece together riot swallowed you guys, either you got hit or Dilan got hit but you both got hit badly about the same time. He got nearly gutted, got knife marks on his ribs even. You lost your eye." Because sometimes simple was best. "And bruising, some cracking. You both got trampled a bit too." But Braig's bones were easier to break than Dilan's really.

"Will you take some pain killers?"

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"...My eye?" What. No, what. Really. His hand came up, "Gone?" There was some begging in his voice, begging that she was joking, that he'd be fine, that she was getting back at him for something. "No. Dilan's going to be okay?"

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She caught his wrist when she started worrying about him touching the bandages too much. "Yes, lemur." She was shaking. A fine trembling in her hand holding onto him. Her voice was as calm as she manage though. Just...calm. She'd choke up if she spoke too much more though.

"He'll be okay. You'll be okay. Both of you in time. Just...still."

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He closed his remaining eye and half collapsed back onto the bed. A low sound, something as angry as it was hurt, while he tried to parse the fact that he'd lost an eye. His mind wouldn't focus on it; he kept getting bits of it and then shying away. He didn't have an eye. He was going to be ugly now. He didn't have an eye. How was he going to shoot? He didn't have an eye. What if that would keep Aya and Dilan from ever loving him?

"I love you." he finally mumbled.

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Elements, that noise hurt almost as much as seeing the boys tonight. "Hey, hey, Lemur, I'm right here. Dilan's right here. We love you too and it'll be alright. Just..." oh please stop that noise.

"Here, put your other hand out and you'll touch Dilan's arm. We pushed the beds together."

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Braig turned his head so that he could see Dilan (and he'd always have to do that now, he'd never be able to look at them from his peripheral vision when they were on either side of him) and then he reached out with his other hand (full of needles and tubes) to grip Dilan's hand as well as Aya's.

"He's so pale." Don't think about the eye. Don't think about the eye.

[mitochondriaaya]

That just meant that he'd have to trust them on his blind side. They'd watch it for him.

"Yeah, they're getting fluids into him, and they got some of his donated blood in from the other hospital too, but it'll take a while for him to regain color you know? Pain and hurt do that."

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"Yeah. He can be kinda a wimp with pain." Braig started struggling back to a seated position, trying to get a good look at Dilan's bandages. "Fuck, man, how much internal damage does he have? Will he recover fully?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"If you sit up I will KICK YOU IN THE HEAD Braig." Because fuck if he was allowed to hurt himself more. "I'll read his file to you if it'll make you feel better. Just stay down."

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He blinked at her and flattened again, "Okay. Read to me. My eye, really? Like, really-really?"