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Some of you are doing character assassination on my friend Ray Garraty. Just because he has a baby boy face and a sweetie pie nature does not mean he is an angelic yaoi twink without a mean bone in his body. YES he is a sweetheart YES that's Pete's baby but CRUCIALLY he is also a massive bitch with murderous intent. He is the friend that's too woke who isn't nice about it and he went on the long walk specifically to kill a man. Please keep this in mind .
“the real long walk is-” it’s the army. it’s recruiters targeting poor kids to sign up for war without knowing the full weight of the decision they’re making that’s the bookkkk
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Whumptober day 31- Asking for help
“Satoru.” Suguru stood in the shadow of Satoru’s bedroom door cast.
“Suguru?” Satoru rubbed his eyes and sat up. “It’s late, something happen?”
Suguru stayed quiet for a short moment, wondering what he should do. Every task was a burden, something that would have to be done again and again until his death.
“Suguru?” Satoru pushed the covers off of himself and sat up. “Come here?” He turned off his infinity the second the bed dipped under Suguru’s weight and threw his arms around him.
“I’m a mess.” Suguru sighed, burying his face in Satoru’s bare shoulder. His skin was soft, so smooth and pale that it looked like it had never been touched. “I haven’t been sleeping.”
“I can tell.” Satoru stroked the side of Suguru’s face. “But, why?”
“Every time I do I-“ Suguru shook his head. “It’s stupid.
“No.” Satoru squeezed Suguru’s hand. “Talk to me.”
”I always dream of you dying, Satoru.” Suguru bit his lip. “Please, help me.”
”Tell me what I can do to help. Anything, I’ll do anything at all.” Satoru’s grip on his friend tightened.
Suguru rubbed his eyes and licked his lips, “Can you help me shower?”
A hot blush flashed across Satoru’s face for a split second before he agreed, “I’d do anything for you. I will. Go get your clothes, we can use my shower.”
Satoru heated the water as Suguru got his pajamas. He got out his nicest soaps and hair care before stripping down into his underwear and waiting on the closed toilet.
“Suguru.” He smiled when his friend came back, helping him unbutton and looking away as he took off his undergarments. “The waters ready.”
They stepped in together, the warm water drenching them both. Satoru massaged shampoo into Suguru’s hair, holding him close as if he were afraid he’d slip away. He held the dark-haired boy's hands as he rinsed the soap off his body.
“Satoru.” Suguru leaned in, their bareness more vulnerable than anything physical. “Thank you.”
“I would do anything for you,” Satoru whispered, meaning it more than anything else he had ever said.
Whumptober day 30- Recovery
“A massage?” Yuta frowned, trying to make sure he had interpreted the correct sign.
‘Yup.’ Toge assured him. ‘You’re too stiff, you’ll break something. Lay down.’
“You really don’t need to do that.” Yuta scratched the back of his neck.
‘I want to. Lay on your stomach.’ Toge kissed right under Yuta’s jaw, knowing that the other could never resist him after being loved there.
“Fine.” Yuta pouted and lay on his stomach, hugging a pillow and closing his eyes.
“Mustard leaf.” Toge smiled as he sat on Yuta’s legs, stretching like a cat.
“You’re so warm.” Yuta yawned and nuzzled into the pillow. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Toge kneaded Yuta’s shoulders with the heel of his palms. He knew his lover's body better than anyone else, he had memorized every spot that made him moan or smile.
“It wasn’t a bad mission.” Yuta looked so soft with his lips slightly pursed and face slack. He could’ve passed for someone so much younger.
“Hm?” Toge worked his thumbs into Yuta’s muscles, pressing expertly into the divots and dips in the skin.
“Yeah. It was pretty easy. Super low-grade.” Yuta sighed. “Gojo’s been sending me on a bunch of grade 4 ones, trying to keep me safe. I know he’s trying to keep me safe, but he’s doing too much.”
Toge flipped Yuta over and kissed his nose, ‘I’d do the same.’
“I would, too.” Yuta laughed as Toge began to massage the front of his thighs. “Oh, that’s nice.”
‘I know.’ Toge signed. ‘I know.’
“I love you.” Yuta reached out for Toge’s hands. “So, so much.”
“I love you.” Toge took Yuta’s hands and pressed them down. ‘Relax.’
“You’re making me sleepy.” Yuta blinked repeatedly.
‘No sleeping.’ Toge roughed up Yuta’s hair to keep him awake, ‘I’ve missed you. Talk now, sleep later.’
“Oh, alright.” Yuta propped his head up to admire Toge. “You’re so pretty.”
Toge leaned down to kiss Yuta, smiling against his cheek. The tension in the dark-haired boys muscles had dissipated, leaving him barely awake, yet very happy.
Whumptober day 28- Denial
Mari’s body was cold by the time Hero pulled it down.
“Wake up.” He shook his head, tears leaking onto Mari’s face. “Mari? This isn’t funny.”
“Hero,” Kel sobbed from behind him. “Hero, stop.”
“Get mom.” Hero demanded as he started chest compressions. He was so dizzy that he couldn’t recognize his surroundings or who was talking to him. His breathing was uneven, coming out in short spouts and stopping before he had the chance to feel it.
“Mari, please.” His vision was fading, a cold chill setting in. “Wake up.”
“Hero.” Someone called. He knew the voice belonged to someone younger than him, but he didn’t know who it was. “She’s gone.”
“Stop.” Hero gasped, beginning mouth-to-mouth. He was sick, so sick. The world was turning as he sat, attempting to hold onto the grass so he didn’t fall. His nose was bleeding, leaking into the dirt. Someone’s arms closed around his torso, pulling him back. All the fight had drained out of him.
“Hero.” Kel carried his brother inside, dragging him by the arm. “Hero.”
“No.” Hero shook his head, neck limp as he slumped onto the couch.
He woke up in the same spot where he had fainted, sobbing as his prayers that it was all a bad dream went unanswered.
“She can’t be gone.” He shook his head as Kel ran to him, cradling his cheeks in his palms. “No.”
“I’m so sorry.” Kel’s shoulders shook as he apologized again and again, repeating the words.
“She can’t. She wouldn’t do that.” Hero laughed darkly, wiping his tears and smiling weakly. “She wouldn’t.”
Whumptober day 27- Voiceless
Warm water poured into a cup, an equal amount of lemon and honey. Warm blankets and animated movies. Hot soup and plenty of kisses. That was Toge’s ideal solution to getting sick.
Yuta had fussed over him for hours, making him take medicine and drink more water than his stomach could handle. His experiences with hospitals made him determined to never let his boyfriend get so sick he’d have to stay anywhere overnight.
Truth be told, Toge wasn’t in too much pain. His voice was gone and his limbs ached, but he felt fine. The gentle crashing of thunder and the rain singing outside his window crafted a calming symphony. A perfect environment for sleep. That is if Yuta would stop talking.
“Do you feel any better?” The dark-haired sorcerer stressed. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?”
Toge reached up and pressed a finger against Yuta’s lips, smiling faintly. He shook his head and spread his arms, holding his lover close.
“I’m gonna get sick.” Yuta pouted, but he didn’t dare move. Toge tried to push himself off, but Yuta tightened his arms and shoved his face into the crook of Toge’s neck. There was no way either of them were leaving the bed anytime soon.
Whumptober day 26- Nightmares
Toge didn’t realize Yuta hadn’t been sleeping until he woke up. His boyfriend’s big, buggish eyes were peering up at him, highlighted by dark bags. Too tired to start signing, Toge lightly scratched at Yuta’s scalp, humming softly and smiling. Yuta was impossibly soft in Toge’s arms, all warm and smooth skin.
“What happened?” Toge signed once he was awake enough to move his hands.
“I had a bad dream.” Yuta sniffled and bit his lip, calming himself before continuing to speak. “It was… worse than they usually are.”
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ Toge sat up and leaned against the bedframe, smiling lovingly at his lover.
“I don’t know.” Yuta shook his head. “I’m not sure if it would help. It was really rough.”
‘Remember what Shoko said? About how getting it out of your head might help.’ Toge braided the longer bits of Yuta’s hair.
“It’s hard to explain.” He grabbed a pillow and held it to his chest, weighing the pros and cons of attempting to put what he had seen into words.
‘I’m here to listen.’ Toge promised.
“Okay. Don’t laugh. Please, don’t laugh.” Yuta begged.
‘I would never.’ Toge kissed in between Yuta’s eyes.
“In the dream, I woke up, but I wasn’t in my body. I was Gojo, but still myself inside.” Yuta’s eyes started to water, and Toge worried he was about to cry. He sneezed instead. “Gojo was gone, and I had to fight Sukana. I couldn’t find you anywhere. I think Megumi was there, I’m not sure.”
Toge wrapped his arms tighter around Yuta, keeping careful track of his heartbeat and breathing.
“I don’t know.” Yuta groaned. “I just wanted Gojo back; I just wanted to see him again.”
Toge nodded and began to rock back and forth, kissing and sniffing Yuta’s hair.
“It just felt so real. I woke up and wasn’t sure if it was a dream, so I called Gojo.” Yuta cursed himself and rubbed his eyes. “I woke him up in the middle of the night, I feel horrible. He wanted to come over, but it was too dark out. He wants to check in with me later.”
“Yuta,” Inumaki whispered his voice always a soothing balm for any of Yuta’s emotional wounds. “You are so incredibly loved by everyone around you.”
“I’m tired.” Yuta yawned. “I couldn’t go back to sleep. Gojo’s probably going to come over in a few hours.”
‘Do you think you can go back to sleep on your own?’ Toge wondered.
“No, not at all.” Yuta had tried for hours but ended up staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.
“Yuta.” Toge kisses Yuta’s dry lips, pressing carefully into him. “Sleep.”
Whumptober day 25- Surgery
“I don’t know why I feel like this.” Yuta’s leg bounced uncontrollably in the back seat, biting his lips. “I mean, I’ve faced curses. This shouldn’t scare me.”
‘This is different,’ Toge signed, leaning into Yuta. ‘It’s okay to be afraid, but you really don’t need to be. You’ll be asleep the whole time.’
“That part scares me the most.” Yuta shook. “What if I don’t wake up?”
Toge rolled his eyes. ‘I’ve had the same surgery. So has Gojo, so has Kugisaki, the first year. I didn’t get put out, but Kugisaki did. She said she didn’t even remember falling asleep.’
“You’re right.” Yuta sighed as they walked inside, nodding as if trying to reassure himself.
They sat in the waiting room with Toge humming softly.
‘You’ll be just fine,’ Toge signed, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead. ‘It won’t hurt.’
“I know, I know it won’t hurt. I’m just really nervous.” Yuta gripped his boyfriend’s arm, not wanting him to leave.
‘It’s a wisdom tooth removal. It’s barely even a surgery.’ Toge smiled softly, laughing compassionately to soothe Yuta’s fear.
“You’ll be here when I wake up?” Yuta knew the answer, but he needed confirmation.
‘Of course. Gojo’s going to get us ice cream.’ Toge saw the dentist come in and squeezed Yuta’s arm. ‘I’ll be back before you know it.’
Yuta took deep breaths and reminded himself over and over again that he had gone through so much worse than a routine dental surgery. He had never been comfortable in any kind of medical setting, so Gojo voted for him to be sedated.
“Count down from 10, alright?” The dentist's voice was caring, and soft. Yuta couldn’t nod, but he tilted his head in agreement.
10, 9, 8, 7…. He was out like a light.
He woke up to a bright light shining straight into his eyes.
“Ugh…” he grumbled, brain fuzzy and cheeks numb. He could barely remember where he was before Toge was laughing over him.
“He still needs to sleep it off.” Yuta could hear the doctor's voice in the distance. “Give him some over-the-counter painkillers when he wakes up and make sure he drinks water.”
He didn’t hear Toge’s response, but he feel himself be lifted into the passengers seat of the car before he fell asleep once more. The anxiety that had previously clutched him made him laugh. It was almost embarrassing how little it hurt, despite the soreness he knew was coming. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, Yuta smiled as wide as the cotton in his mouth allowed him to.
Whumptober day 24- Radiation Poison
Serizawa had never been so afraid. He’d been scared, sure. Nervous? Constantly. But bone-deep, cold, painful fear wasn’t something he’d experienced since Reigen had taken him under his wing. He woke up in his hospital and he could tell something was wrong. Before he even felt the pain, it began to hurt. Something was different on a deep, chemical level.
“Reigen?” He called out for comfort. “Reigen?” His arms wouldn’t move when he tried to rub his eyes. Looking down, he saw that his arms and legs were covered by thick gauze, clean and white.
“Sir!” A nurse stepped in and pressed a button next to his bed. “Do you remember what happened?”
Serizawa shook his head, biting his trembling bottom lip.
“You were crushed under a building. Luckily, you have no broken bones. Unfortunately, you were near a nuclear power plant. The radiation causes a great deal of burns all over your body. I’m going to call a doctor in to check on you.” Serizawa couldn’t talk. He didn’t even open his mouth. All he could do was nod slowly.
The doctor spoke clearly, enunciating each word as if he didn’t think Serizawa could understand.
“Someone wants to see you.” The doctor said after he was finished with his spiel.
Serizawa perked up, wincing at the pain in his eyes, “Who?”
“A man named,” he checked a scribbled name on his hand,” Reigen Arataka.”
“Can you send him in?” Serizawa rubbed his nose, sniffling.
“Of course.” The doctor left, leaving Serizawa to lay back and hug a pillow against his chest with his aching arms.
Reigen came in quickly, his feet skipping across the linoleum floor.
“Hi.” Serizawa smiled softly.
Reigen pulled up a chair, “Hey, hey.” He folded his hands anxiously. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really.” Serizawa shrugged. “I think I’m on painkillers.”
“How do you feel?” Reigen asked.
“Fine,” Serizawa replied.
“No, emotionally.” Reigen laughed at himself, scratching the back of his neck.
Serizawa stayed silent for a while, tearing his dry lips with his teeth.
“Seri?” Reigen’s eyes softened.
“I’m…” Serizawa couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell the truth.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Reigen backed off, coughing to break the awkward silence.
“I don’t know,” Serizawa answered after a few moments. “But I think I’m better with you here.”
Whumptober day 23 alt prompt- Survivors Guilt
Eren’s funeral was a small, intimate arrangement. For once in his life, Armin was at a complete loss for words. He sat through Mikasa’s eulogy, unable to process anything she was saying. He hadn’t felt alive since he’d seen Eren’s decapitated head in Mikasa’s arms.
He went back to his room immediately after the service and refused to come out. His head rested on a pillow that was far too hard as he thought about everything and nothing at the same time. No words or actions were understandable, his brain had become a clump of muscle crammed into a skull that was too tight.
Armin thought that Eren would be there once it was all over. He imagined the three of them, Eren, Mikasa, and himself, somewhere far away from that place. He thought they’d live near the ocean, the three of them home safe.
“Armin?” Jean knocked on the door. “You in there.”
Armin could barely talk, his voice thick and quiet, “Yes.”
“Can I come in?” Jean asked, leaning against the wall.
“Fine,” Armin whispered.
“Hey.” Jean smiled softly and sat next to Armin on the bed. “You feeling okay?”
Armin couldn’t respond, his bottom lip trembling as he shook his head.
“I know.” The taller attempted to comfort him, rubbing his back.
“No, you don’t.” Armin sobbed, his shoulders trembling up and down. “You don’t get it. You never knew him like I did.” The blond pressed his face into the pillow and sobbed, trying to push away the wishes that it had been him instead.
“I’m sorry.” Jean lay next to Armin, cradling his face in his palms. “I know it hurts.”
“I don’t understand.” Armin shook his head. “This wasn’t the plan, this was never the plan.”
“I know, I know. I thought they told you.” Jean rubbed in between his eyes and sighed.
“I wish it was me.” Armin curled in on himself and hiccuped out weak sobs, covering his mouth as he gasped.
“No, no.” Jean gripped Armin’s bicep, “You can’t say that.”
“He was so much stronger than me.” Armin shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
“Just because he’s not alive doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be,” Jean assured him. “You’re here now.”
“I wish I wasn’t.” Armin bit his lip.
“Shh.” Jean pulled Armin’s bottom lip out, not allowing him to bleed.
“I wish he was here.” Armin closed his eyes.
“I know. I know you do.” Jean could never truly understand the extent of his friend's pain, but he could stand by his side until it subsided.
Whumptober day 22- Bleeding Through Bandages
Armin was too tired to take care of himself. The titans had wiped every ounce of energy from his body, leaving him an empty shell of a body. He was pale, laid out on his cot. His golden locks were crusted to the side of his face, his cheeks flushed light pink. A thin sheen of sweat covered his arms.
The bandages Mikasa had quickly wrapped around his ribs were too loose. The bleeding never stopped, only slowing and crusting into the blanket on top of him. He shivered, coughing weakly. His body was quickly failing him without allowing him the freedom of death.
“Armin?” Eren walked in, his hair still wet from a shower that was more of a rinse than anything else.
The blond could only moan miserably, not willing to open his eyes.
“Jeez, ‘Min.” Eren kneeled next to his friend, placing a careful hand on his shoulder. “You’re bleeding everywhere.”
Armin couldn’t bring himself to respond. He was toeing the line between consciousness and the deepest sleep he would ever have.
“Sit up, c’mon. Sit up.” Eren insisted.
“Can’t.” Armin groaned, unable to do as much as move his arms.
“I’ve got you.” Eren carried Armin off the cot and leaned him against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Armin whined.
“I’m taking your shirt off.” Eren carefully peeled the bloodstained shirt from his friend's torso and hissed. He gently unraveled the bandages and wiped the thick, red liquid away.
Armin complained, crying, but unable to wipe away his tears.
“Is it too tight?” Eren asked.
Armin shook his head, the movement barely there.
Armin was asleep by the time Eren was done, finally free of pain. Eren laid him in a different cot, one not stained with blood, and watched over him.
Whumptober day 20 alt prompt- Shivering
As the days got shorter and the leaves died and fell off the trees, Serizawa found that none of his jackets were warm enough. He wasn’t used to being outside so often, to going from place to place every day.
“You look cold.” Reigen sneezed. “You alright?”
“Huh?” Serizawa perked up. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Let’s get you inside.” Reigen put his hand on Serizawa’s back, pushing him forward.
Reigen was far too cheap to pay for heating at Spirits and Such, so he was bundled in countless layers of fabric. If Serizawa were to be fully honest, he would admit that he couldn’t afford a new coat. He was barely flying under the radar of his landlord. When he went out with Reigen, he stressed over the prices and bought the cheapest, smallest dishes on the menu. He would go home and chew on beef jerky until his stomach stopped hurting.
Despite his situation, he couldn’t ask his mother for money. She wasn’t rich, and she had done more than enough for him. The last thing he’d ever want to do was make her worry about him more than she already did.
“Still cold?” Reigen asked.
Serizawa shook his head, “I’m fine.”
“You’re pale.” The younger put his hands on Serizawa’s hips and spun him around. “Oi. This is why. Your jacket is covered in holes. How old is this thing?”
Serizawa shrugged. “Maybe 10 or 15 years? I don’t know.”
“Take it off,” Reigen demanded.
“What?” Serizawa paled. “Why?”
“I’ll fix it.” Reigen pulled a small sewing kit out of his desk and threaded a needle.
“Oh.” Serizawa blushed and shed his coat, hoping that his boss wouldn’t mind that his suit jacket was stained. He hadn’t saved up enough money to go to the dry cleaners. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.” Reigen held the needle between his teeth as he positioned the cloth at the right angle to fix it.
Serizawa sat awkwardly on the couch, scratched the back of his neck, and blushed.
“Hey.” Reigen cleared his throat as he sewed. “Do you want to stay over with me tonight?”
“Um.” Serizawa gulped. It sounded great to not have to return to his cold apartment and shake until he fell asleep, but he was a little worried.
“I’ll make dinner.” The blond hummed.
“Sure.” The older blushed, hoping that Reigen would believe it was just from the cold.
Whumptober day 20- Emotional Angst
Yuta could barely stand after his mission. His exhaustion was so overwhelming, so painful that the only thing he could do was stand at the entrance of Jujutsu Tech and hope someone would catch him before he fell.
His prayers were answered by one Yuji Itadori. The younger saw him through the window and knew immediately that something was wrong. The dark-haired boy's body was waving dangerously from side to side, giving the impression that he was seconds away from plummeting into the concrete.
Yuji ran outside and supported Yuta, dragging him into the common area and wiping the grime from his face.
“Yuta? Yuta? Are you alright?” Yuji pressed a palm against Yuta’s warm cheek, cursing quietly when he felt how hot it was.
“Where’s Gojo?” Yuta slurred, eyes shut and lips barely moving.
“He’s on a mission right now, he should be back tomorrow.” Yuji wiped the drool off the side of Yuta’s mouth with his shirt and winced with concern.
“Oh.” Yuta frowned. “Where’s Toge?”
“He’s also on a mission, but he should be back soon. God, you’re pale.” Yuji worried over the other as he grew less and less stable.
A rough sob escaped Yuta’s throat as he began to cry. His shoulders shook as Yuji embraced him and sat them both on the couch. The older boy's frustrated sobs shook Yuji. He had always imagined his senpai as some kind of stone-cold soldier. He had heard from all of the teachers and second years how much of a softie Yuta was, but he had never seen it himself.
“What’s wrong?” Yuji whispered.
“I’m so tired.” Yuta hiccuped. “I thought they’d be here when I got back.” He hyperventilated, shaking back and forth as Yuji squeezed him tighter. “I’m so scared all the time. I can’t breathe when I’m not in the same room as everyone I care about.”
Yuji knew that Yuta’s PTSD from the final fight with Sukana had left him under the constant care of Shoko and Gojo for months. This was his first mission since then, and it didn’t go as well as everyone had hoped.
“I need to tell Gojo about this, okay?” Yuji asked. “He told me to tell him if anything happens with you.”
“Okay.” Yuta’s bottom lip trembled as he held back louder sobs. “I miss them.”
“I know, I know.” Yuji hummed to Yuta as he typed out a message to Gojo. The pink-haired boy put his phone down when he was done and wrapped his arms around Yuta. He was relieved that Yuta allowed him to hold him like this. There were days following that final battle when Yuta darted away from Yuji, even showing violence a few times. His mind was so scrambled that he was placed under 24-hour care.
“You’re safe with me,” Yuji promised. “Toge will be back soon. Gojo’s probably scrambling to get back, you know better than anyone how protective he is of you.”
“I’m sorry.” Yuta pressed his face into Yuji’s shoulder as he slowly calmed down.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You’re dealing with everything as best you can. I remember when I came back from a mission and Megumi and Kujisaki weren’t there. I felt so, so alone.” Yuji played with Yuta’s hair. “But they came back, and it was all okay.”
As if on cue, Toge threw open the doors and made a beeline for his boyfriend. He cuddled into Yuta and smiled, praising him quietly in riceball as he cooed to him in sign language.
The affection overwhelmed Yuta in the best way possible, causing the constant need to fight or flee to disappear. It was replaced with the immediate need to sleep. He was out like a light, passed out before he could respond to Toge.
A fourth joined their party after Yuji and Toge had fallen asleep. Gojo sat next to them, leaning against the couch and smiling as he kept a close eye on them.
Whumptober day 19 alt prompt- Finding Old Messages
Mari’s handwriting was swooping, curling softly, and perfectly legible. It added a certain flare to all of her recipes and notes, something that couldn’t be replicated by anyone else. She loved leaving papers around, little scraps that read ‘You found me’ or ‘I love you’. They were everywhere.
After her death, her mother went on a frantic rampage. She tore up every corner of the house in search of these little messages, not stopping until she was sure each one was gone.
Hero’s family didn’t know what to do. Their eldest was catatonic and there was nothing his little brother could do. They had to force him to eat and take his medication, but it didn’t do anything. The backs of his legs were littered with bed sores, and his eyes were rarely open. There were a few days when Kel couldn’t be sure he was still alive.
The rare occasions when he left his room never went well. The first time he came downstairs was to alert his family that he had been burning with fever for the past 2 weeks.
He was rushed to the hospital, but not before one of Mari’s old notes caught his eye. His breath caught in his throat at the familiar handwriting. All words left him as he collapsed, reverting into the semi-vegetative state he had been stuck in since his girlfriend’s death. The bit of energy he had drained out of him, left him empty.
What would’ve been a quick stop at a walk-in clinic turned into a rush to the hospital. He was a lot sicker than he had let on.
Doctors fussed over him for hours, running countless tests to figure out what was wrong. They came to the conclusion that he was dangerously dehydrated and lacking critical nutrients in his blood. Kel paled at the diagnosis. He didn’t know what it meant, but he didn’t want to lose his brother. He dreaded what would’ve happened if Hero never came down to ask for help.
When he got home, Kel found the note that had set Hero off. He stared at it, lost in thought for a few moments. There were too many options. Did he toss it? If he did, was that a slight to Mari’s memory? Did he leave it there? He decided to pick it up and leave it in his desk drawer.
If his brother got better, when his brother got better, he’d decide on a more permanent solution.