Synopsis: Ace and Deuce's visits to The Prefect in the infirmary after Ramshackle's collapse
TW: Aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect, Ace is out of it, Deuce is (more) all over the place than usual (in a trying to process things kinda way)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (here), Part 6 (coming soon)
The next person to come and visit you was Ace.
The moment the news had been announced, Ace was already booking it to sign up to see you. At the time, it hadn't yet been announced that the further up on the list you were, the sooner you'd get to see The Prefect; Ace was just desperate to sign his name as soon as he could. It was almost as if he thought doing so would in a way prove that he did care. That it would redeem him for not being there when you needed him. That it would make him feel less guilty.
A knock was heard from the other side of the infirmary door. You had been told that your next visitor would be ace, but Ace never knocked.
You rand the little bell next to your bed to tell whoever it was to come in (you had a bell because you couldn't yet raise your voice much).
An unfamiliar boy walked through the door. His hair was a ruffled mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. It took you a moment to realize it was actually Ace who stood before you. He looked like a mess. He didn't even have his signature red heart painted on his face.
The smile he gave you looked strained, but you didn't comment on it.
You ended up having to beckon the boy closer after he had been standing in the doorway for a good five minutes. He dropped his shoulders and basically hobbled to your bedside. He nearly toppled over as he tried to take a seat, but caught himself at the last moment.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
"I. . .I brought cards."
And so, that's how you ended up playing a few games of Rummy with him. But he was still off. He was playing like an absolute novice. He was letting you win. He NEVER lets you win.
Eventually, you had had enough, and you set down your cards with a scuffed huff. He didn't even notice!
You carefully reached up a hand and pushed his cards down onto the bed and he just let them tumble.
"Ace." Your voice was gruff, but still somehow airy.
"Oh, uh, yeah?" Ace seemed to snap out of a trance. . .well, more like slowly drift out of.
You tried to meet his eyes, but he refused to look directly at you. You thought about asking if he was okay, but the answer to that question was pretty obvious. You didn't ask him what was wrong for the same reason. Instead, you took a deep breath and held it as you painfully shifted over in the bed. You did your best not to make a noise as not to worry the already clearly upset boy.
Ignoring your screaming body, you mustered your best smile (your bandages kept it from reaching your eyes though) and gently patted the space next to you on the bed.
Ace gave you a hesitant look, but you just patted the space again to tell him it was okay. He wouldn't hurt you simply by sitting next to you.
When he finally did sit next to you, you let your head rest against his shoulder. Neither of you spoke
Tick Tick Tick Tick
When the silence was finally broken it was with a single mumbled word: "sorry."
"Hm?" you coughed.
". . .I-I'm sorry." His voice wasn't much louder, but you could hear it this time.
You slowly picked your head up and looked at him incredulously "What for?"
"I wasn't there."
"You knew Ramshackle would collapse?"
"No, I-"
"If you were there, you would have gotten hurt too."
"No! I could have helped. . .I could have-"
"No. No, you couldn't."
He went silent and his face fell before tightening slightly in the way it does only when someone is on the verge of tears.
"Nobody could have stopped it after it started. Nobody could have made it out in time either." Your voice reduced to a croak, but you continued. "You didn't know the dorm would collapse. It's not your fault-"
"Still!" His voice raised and a waver in his tone became apparent "If I was there, I-"
"Would have gotten hurt too. Then I would be too worried about you to do any healing myself." You could tell your voice wouldn't hold out much longer, so you said one more thing: "It's not your fault. You're doing all you can now by being here and being safe. Thank you."
Tears dripped steadily from the boy's face, but he didn't make a sound.
You lightly took his hand in yours, and you sat like that for hours. Together and safe.
Deuce walked in not long after Ace left.
He walked into the room silently and took a seat next to your bed.
"How are you doing?"
You were about to grab the notebook and pencil next to your bed to write a response as your voice was shot, but she spoke up again before you got the chance.
"Wait, no! That was a dumb question!"
Before he could start further rambling, you shook your head and began to write: 'I'm doing much better. I appreciate you asking.'
Deuce sighed and began fiddling with his hands. "Does. . .does it still hurt?"
You took a moment to think about whether or not you should answer his question truthfully, but ultimately decided not to lie. 'It still hurts, but not as much."
Deuce frowned, but nodded.
'I bet I'll get some cool scars! Like battle scars. We'll match!' You scribbled out sloppily as you weren't exactly able to properly hold a pen with your hands looking like a mummy's. It was meant as an attempt to cheer him up, but he only frowned further.
"You shouldn't have scars. You're a good person."
It was you're turn to frown. 'You're a bad one?'
Before Deuce could reply, you tapped the space next to you: telling him to sit.
Similarly to Ace, he hesitated, but you eventually got him to sit next to you on the bed.
He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again. This time you did so by dragging his arm closest to you onto your lap and grabbing a marker off of the nightstand. You uncapped the marker and rolled up his sleeve.
Deuce was too stunned and confused to say a word as he watched you scribble little pictures on his arm. The pictures were cartoony renditions of various times he'd done kind things for you. When you were done he finally snapped out of his daze.
"Wait! I should be the one cheering you up! First I let you get hurt, and now I can't even comfort you properly! I-I can't do anything right!" Deuce's head falls into his hands and you watch as tears fall onto the sheets.
A marker slips into Deuce's hand and he looks over at you with confused, tear-filled eyes.
You point to the cast on your leg. A blank slate. 'A drawing from you on my cast would make me happy'
"But. . .I can't draw-"
You cut him off by basically shoving the notebook in his face. 'Doesn't matter. Anything you draw will remind me of you, and thinking of my friends will make me happy.'
He ends up doodling a flower and an endearingly poor depiction of him, Ace, Grim, and you together and signing his name.
For the rest of his visit, you take turns doodling different things in your notebook and adding funny little details to each other's drawings.
When Deuce finally leaves, you let out a breath you had been holding. Your face contorts in pain and a soft whimper leaves your throat.
I feel like I'm committing a crime..He looks so innocent😭😭😭. Ngl I quite enjoyed while drawing it (Plus I just want to see him cry. I'm such a bad wife😭)
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