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Everything after SWAT arrived was a bit of a blur. Camera flashes and the sky going past him and hurried conversations and pain. He could've walked with a bit of support but they had him on a stretcher anyway, police and EMTs buzzing around him like the biggest angriest bees in all of Beedom. Someone, multiple someones(?) stuck a recorder in his face, asked what happened in there, he'd barely had time to blink before growling CPD men shoved them away. Bandages on his face, an IV, him trying to tell them there were worse out there. What about the kids.
The kids are fine.
The kids are fine.
The kids are fine.
They'd taken the chair leg out of him and tied off the wound, even though he said he could seal it with his powers. Something something "you've done enough". Something something "need rest". Something something "blood loss is no joke". Something something "you might have powers, but I'm the goddamn doctor here".
Miranda, what about Miranda? Something something "I'm sorry". Something something "did her duty". Something something "you two are heroes".
Could've done more. Saved everybody but one. No. Two. That poor teacher. The next while was surrounded by metal and the roar of sirens, then his eyes got heavy. Too heavy.
Paradigm. Even though it was still a blur of ceilings and figures and voices he recognised the patterns of the walls, the rhythms of the voices he heard, the turns they took. The sterile glow of the infirmary, Dr. Husher's accent ringing out, dividing people between him and going to help fix up the kids who'd been hurt at the school. Other injuries too, more minor. All this fuss for him? He laughed, then swore because that sent a spasm of pain up him from the scorched parts of his torso. Dr. Husher herself told him to stop, that was nice. Wheels squeaking across a too-clean floor, flurries of activity, darkness.
When he woke up the room was empty, white, clean, a little too comfortable, and he had no idea what time it was. The blurring had stopped, but the skin on his left side - his face and torso and the spot on his leg where he'd been impaled - felt raw, new, itchy. It'd have to readjust to the rest of him and then he'd look good as new. Regeneration was funny. Or maybe that was the pain killers. Everything was funny on strong enough pain killers.
Still had the bandages on, something about letting it settle and rest. Take the day off, they'd said somewhere in the haze, maybe even two. He'd put himself through a lot. That felt lazy, but doctors didn't like being argued with. Especially not British ones. He blinked once, twice, yawned to see if the expansion of his chest would hurt. It didn't.
Good. Progress. They'd even left water on the night stand, and someone put a Get Well Soon card there too. Not in a reading mood, he'd check it later. The water was nice though. One sip, two sip, red sip, blue sip.
Once his throat didn't feel like it was going to close, he allowed himself the luxury of looking around a little. Of realising he was still alive.
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When he arrived, she had panicked. She felt like something had stabbed her in the heart as she listened to the stories being told, and with so few details, she didn't know who was dead and who was alive. She had made it to the Infirmary the moment they brought him in and she had nearly cried.
Why, she wasn't certain.
She had stayed with him as he rested, leaving a glass of water for him, and had only left to get something to eat and find a book to read. She had even managed to sneak some applesauce in a little plastic container for Aaron.
On her way back to the Infirmary, she glared at Mike, watching him make his way into Aaron's room. Her skin crawled with pure hatred, but... But Aaron might need her.
She moved passed Mike, trying to be careful not to touch him, and fought back a sneer. "Glad to see you're awake," Piper murmured, pulling out the little plastic container of applesauce and a spoon. She shot a glare towards Mike and went to hand Aaron what she brought him.
"Glad I don't have to get used to the Harvey Dent look, at least."
...Okay, but seriously. "Honestly man? Surprised as hell I'm even alive. Docs say I'll be just fine, like nothing happened, but they want me resting at least a day to get healed all the way up."
Which would probably mean a day of thinking about the girl who wasn't so lucky. Miranda, who he barely even knew, had just worked in the field with a couple times, who'd been just a little too close. Who'd bailed him out against an angry mob and Aaron'd done nothing, in the end, to repay that.
The kids were safe, but he'd've felt better getting to tell Mike that everybody lived.
Then Piper walked in, applesauce in hand. What was with the sneer? He didn't have the energy to ask what the problem was, but he took the offering with the best smile he could give under the circumstances, even if he didn't eat any of it just yet. He'd just woken up, no time to build an appetite.
"Good to see you, too."
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She couldn't stop the two idiots from talking to him, but she slipped silently into the seat she had claimed for most of his time in the infirmary. She crossed one long leg over the other and held her book in her lap, staring between the two of them.
Arman, she had no problem with, but he was loud and obnoxious. Mike? Mike, she wanted to beat.
"Just did what anyone would. I'd hope so, anyway."
He hadn't even considered protecting himself over those children, not for one nanosecond. Innocents like them were who he signed up for. Seeing Piper go quiet and sit down, he'd eye her for a second and mouth "you okay?", but he couldn't go ignoring Arman either. Ah, Arman...
...He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to the police about him. SWAT had been coming, but until the explosion Aaron'd told the guy not to let anyone through. That had probably been a bad idea.
"Wouldn't've had to if you and Angel had stuck to the plan, big guy."
He tried to phrase it as half a joke, but really, if he hadn't blown up he'd have had a real earful ready for those two. Still, he appreciated that Arman thought to even come down.
"Hey, the kids all lived, we scared off the bad guys, and we know what we're up against when they show their ugly faces again. I'd call that one a win."
"Sorry man. We all did our best with how things turned out."
Really, it was Angel he was more annoyed at, not Arman. Arman'd contributed, but he wasn't the one who endangered a bunch of children because he felt like playing Rambo. "We had a plan figured out and then it went right out the window. No point fussing over 'What if', right?"
Piper caught the look Aaron gave her and glanced over at him. Her arms had crossed over her chest without her conscious effort, and she had fallen into a half angry sort of silence, allowing events to unfold. Yet, it was nothing compared to the man lying next to her who had a chair leg through his leg at one point, who had been covered in the bits of another agent.
And he was worried about her.
Her expression softened and a smile managed to find a way upon her face. She uncrossed her arms and left a hand on her book while the other moved onto his bed. Fingers would whisper across his hand and she offered him a gentle nod before turning her attention back to the others, leaving her hand on the bed and watching the fight carefully.
If it started to escalate... She would end it.
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"Yeah, go team. And I know who to call next time I need a door blocked."
...He'd have to be much more specific, though, probably. Don't drag down the moment with what ifs, with mulling, with thinking about how Miranda should be here or how he could have beaten those two. Don't do it.
"Thank you, really. All three of you."
He was making sure to include Piper, because she seemed to force herself into the background. He would even open up the applesauce container she gave him - fumbling for just a second - and eat a small spoonful. Making a bit of a point of doing so, in fact.
She smiled softly at him, noting how much effort he was putting into trying to include her. She patted the bed where her hand rested gently, but other than that, stayed silent.
After all, she didn't want to show Mike how worried she had been, or how deeply she had come to care for Aaron.
Aaron blinked, then looked to Mike and Piper as if in some vain hope either of them knew what that was about. Arman seemed all right, if a bit obnoxious, needed to be handled with care in the field, but... what?
Well, Arman was gone before Aaron could ask the man himself, which was what left him where he was. Looking baffled at his companions, that is, not in the infirmary to begin with.
« Last Edit: Jan 16, 2016 22:47:16 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman - Reason: Guess who just found these typos. »