Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse
Haru had always suspected this would happen eventually, with his continued exposure to loud sounds from either gunfire or his own explosives. Damage to his hearing was to be expected, but to witness it firsthand when he can barely hear her was an experience she didn’t think would happen so soon. She started to panic at the thought that from this incident that he could be deaf, and it would be because of her no less.
She can’t seem to form any coherent sounds or words from her panic, and that should be obvious if he had any skills at lip-reading. She finally makes a hand movement to denote he should wait a moment. She rummages through her bag and pulls out some earbuds and puts them into his ear and starts playing music. She researched that a lot of patients suffering from tinnitus have found that music, particularly classical passages that didn’t have wide variations in amplitude helped. She looked into what some patients recommended, and she had a separate folder inside of her phone set aside, just in case. She’d hoped to never have to use it, though. Not like this.
She didn’t know if this would help him at all, but she hoped it would. The fear that he’d go deaf, the anxiety of the situation itself and the guilt of this happening because he was helping her was too much at the moment and she couldn’t help but cry. He probably couldn’t hear her, and he wouldn’t be able to read her lips since she looked away from him, but she kept muttering ‘I’m sorry’. She was panicked.