A shoulder to cry on for Havoc!
Aaah thank you for asking for Havoc 🥺
This happens Post-Promised day !
The bright smile that welcomed her in the room was worth being out of breath from walking along the busy hospital corridors. She might be free of the IV and blood bags, Riza still wasn't supposed to walk. She'd been through worse, though.
"Hawkeye would be more appropriate," she corrected Havoc with a frown she didn't feel.
The room was empty save from him sitting on the side of his bed, the wheelchair waiting next to it.
It was Havoc's turn to frown when she closed the door behind herself.
"Surgery," Riza replied, holding her palm up then closing it. Havoc looked saddened at first, but the smile quickly returned to his lips, just as bright, if a little more wavy.
"It worked, I can't believe it worked, Riza! Look-"
"I know," Riza smiled back. "Doctor Marcoh told us. I wanted to come and see you earlier, but-"
He was maniacally pointing at his feet, dangling by the side of the bed.
At first, nothing happened.
Riza was afraid to look up, so she fixed her eyes on Havoc's feet, hoping for the best.
"Fuck, of course it doesn't work when I -" he groaned and grumbled, but Riza stayed neutral, eyes on his feet.
It was tiny. It was minuscule. But Havoc's right foot toes had moved, not even an inch, but enough.
"You saw it!" Havoc exclaimed, and she could see his forehead shine with sweat that had not been there before. His eyes, too, had a shine she'd rarely seen in them.
"I did!" She walked closer, and when she was within reach, Havoc grabbed her and yanked her to him, pressing her against his chest, his knees bumping into her hips - why did hospital beds need to always be so high?
He kissed her cheek, feverish, his arms curling so tight around her Riza had to bend. Havoc curled over her, burying his face against her shoulder.
"You saw it. It's not just me-" His voice was quivering, and all she could do was to throw her arms around him, too - she was also afraid he would fall. He had lost a lot of core strength, that she knew about. But maybe that was going to change.
"No, Jean, it's not just you. I saw it." Riza pondered the probabilities of someone opening the door right now. She figured they could chance it, and raked her fingers through his hair.
"And you're the Hawk's eye."
"Fuck Riza," he was heaving now, wheezing, his breath shaking. She felt elated for him, too ; maybe things were going to change again. Maybe for the best. At the very least things would be a little better.
Havoc echoed her thoughts, hissing and spluttering every couple of words. Riza's thin sweater was going to be soaked. She was going to have to ask Rebecca to bring her another. She held Havoc tighter, shushed him, and soon tears where prickling at the corner of her own eyes. She rubbed his nape, unsure of what to say.
"I can't believe... I don't care how much I gain back. I can feel. That's already so... I don't..."
"It's fine, Jean. It's fine."
"I know it's fine! It's more than fine! I wouldn't even have dreamt - and it's - it's thanks to you and --"
"Him, mostly," Riza laughed. "I had not a single say in the matter. Not that I would have done it any differently."
"I can feel. I can feel and I can - almost - move. The docs have said - they said they don't know how much I'll regain or if I'll ever walk but - I can -"
"They have to keep your hopes in check. I have all the hopes for you, myself."
"I know! And I don't - Feeling is already - OW!"
Havoc straightened at once, looking at her with wide blue eyes, still filled with tears, as red as his nose.
"Had to check," she said, patting where she'd harshly pinched his thigh.
He looked at her in the same startled way for a handful of seconds still, and then the tears swelled back in his eyes, as laughter started to bubble in his throat, soon turning to roaring.
Havoc pulled her tighter - and still Riza was afraid of them falling back onto the bed, but would it be so bad? - and kissed her frantically, until she managed to grab his hands and slow him down.
"Love you, Riza. And I love this absent bastard, too. Thank him for me when he comes back, right?"
"I think he'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't visit, though."
"Why?" She could almost feel his stomach drop.
"Because if you hug him that tight you're going to tear off his fresh stitches. You're almost tearing mine."
Havoc laughed again, keeping her held tight, his arms strong and his knees bumping under her ribs, but he tried to be gentle.
Riza allowed herself to laugh, too, not too loud.
Maybe, just maybe, things were looking a little better.
Here you go ! This is probably going to become canon to my Havoroyai AU 😁 thank you so much for asking again it was very fun to write 🥰
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